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TDM 001


TEST DRIVE MEME 001 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The rescue mission prompt will be a TDM-exclusive, but the other prompts that you see here will also appear on our first game log. There will, of course, be more going on that week.

Please reserve questions about consequences for altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. On this test drive meme, please reserve this thread for clarification and setting questions.

On the first day of reserves (May 10th), only players who participate in the TDM will be allowed to reserve. You must link an AC-length thread from the TDM for early access. Starting on the 11th, any prospective player may submit a reserve. Our hope is that this will avoid overwhelming our reserves.

❀ HATCHING


Congrats, you've woken up in an egg. I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday, right? There's no time to get curious and check out the other egg sacs. By the time you've fought your way out of the membranous sac, spilled electric blue goop everywhere, wiped it out of your eyes and sundry other orifices to get your bearings, you have a spear (or a gun) leveled at your face, throat, or other vital organs. Even if you might be inclined to fight, you can barely lift your arms to protest being grabbed and dragged off. Before you can even get a word in edgewise, you've been thrown into a holding cell.

Characters will not have a chance to retrieve their items at the time of the first hatching, and may not even know there is anything left in the remaining eggs.

The holding cell stinks of something sour and acidic, like rotted citrus, but you are not alone. Several other detainees sit in similar squalid confusion, dressed strangely and equally gooey. Time to make nice, ask questions... figure out what the hell is going on, and maybe do something about all that slime?

Over the next few days, a few things become clear. Despite the alien greeting, your captors speak a language that you understand, and the unpleasant circumstances are revealed to be a matter of necessity, not choice. Supplies are low, but they ensure that the new arrivals' time imprisoned is as painless as can be — they offer hot communal showers of less than three minutes, some strange starchy meal-replacement, and medical treatment to those in need. You might strike up a conversation with your new best friend in the shower over a low soap dispenser or when you realize you might need to share towels.

The cost of these luxuries comes in the form of touch-and-go interrogation by the security officers keeping tabs on the cells and supervising the shower time.

A few notes:
☆ Your character may get pulled away for interrogation at some point. No torture, no drugs; just questioning.

☆ Locals will be stopping by outside the freestanding holding cells to ogle or ask questions. Are you really going to be mean to that little kid staring at you with wide eyes?

☆ Characters will be let out for bio breaks. No one has to pee in a bucket, that's just inhumane!

☆ Attempts to escape will probably get you tasered. The mods will not facilitate escape-plots/etc on test drive memes. However: if you app and are accepted you are more than welcome to chat with us about the possibility of having escaped or attempted it.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

On the heels of a little benign interrogation, a medical inspection, and a stern talking to by Captain Childe, the survivors at Basecamp Leviathan determine one thing: you don't appear to be an active threat.

Released from the detention center after three days, you are given the run-down by the locals — you're on a planet called Ethyraia, and the people around you are survivors of the catastrophic crash of the UCSS Adamant several years prior. You, in fact, showed up on the third anniversary of the crash. Weird coincidence, huh?

You're being allowed to mingle with the others. The first order of the day is having a proper meal at the mess hall — some of the Adamant's survivors will be friendlier than others. They've been stranded here for years, remember? Some of them will be so desperate to talk to someone who has news of other places, and some will be giving you the cold shoulder.

You'll be fed the same as the rest of them. A plastic plate of crumbled protein of unidentifiable origin and gravy over rice with a single wilted stalk of broccoli and a cup of the worst coffee you've ever had. Maybe somebody bumps into you and spills said coffee, maybe you make it all the way to one of the long tables set out for communal eating.

Time to strike up a chat with your neighbor — maybe ask them to pass the salt?

(What do you mean, there's no salt!?)

After a meal — it's hard to say which one you'd call it, since the whole crew is on rotating schedules — you may decide to wander the basecamp. Folks in every department could use a hand. Those willing to help out may get friendlier reception than those who play the tourist. For more info on what else you might find, check out the LOCATIONS page.

During this time, characters will be able to return to the Central Chrysalis where they hatched. While there are no clues as to how they got there, they might find items — their own, or someone else's. Everyone is strapped for supplies, but try not to snatch up anything that isn't yours. The security officers don't look kindly on people chasing one other down the hall, trying to get back their dirty magazines.

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to help out anywhere. Every little bit of assistance you offer to the locals will raise their estimation of you. You could easily help clean dishes after the meal, help fix leaky piping or repair hammocks. You could stop by the aid station and assist with the wounded. You'll be watched closely and some of the survivors will be warier than others, but most will appreciate the opportunity to have a 'break'.

☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ PCs will be warned about going beyond the shade of the dragon's wings. For the sake of the test drive mods will not be facilitating plots that deal with characters going further; we ask that players with an interest in exploring this wait until the game is fully open.

❀ RESCUE MISSION

"There's no time to waste," the woman says breathlessly as she grabs your arm. She pulls you to an augmented reality sand table and you will find yourself standing alongside some of the others you may recognize as having 'hatched' with you. There are murmurs by the Adamant's survivors as they pour over data. Maybe you remember Captain Childe from the stern interrogation she gave you a few days ago, but in any case but she's standing at the edge of the sand table looking at the distance scaled between the enormous huddle of HUD badges — the Adamant's survivors — and a tiny pocket of pulsing green some fifteen kilometers away.

"They knew better," Captain Childe says, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "They should have been back hours ago."

"Fucking scientists," says a man with a faintly French accent. He is scarred and battle-worn, and looks properly pissed off. He's also sporting several fresh injuries, one of which seems to have warranted the use of a crutch. "They'd lose their heads if they weren't attached. Let them wait out the storm."

"No," the captain says. "They're too close to the Rat Nest. We don't need a repeat of —" she trails off, as if seeing you for the first time. She looks you up and down, and then: "You've been told by now that everyone here has to pitch in. If you know how to fight, be ready in ten minutes. You're our rescue squad." She turns and walks out, and there's an awkward moment where everyone present is looking at you to make a choice.

Ten minutes really isn't a lot of time to get ready to walk into danger. Or maybe you aren't a fighter. Maybe you just don't care. But either way, there are people looking to you. To see how you'll react. To see what you'll do. To see if you belong.

What'll it be, hatchling? Fight or flight? Maybe you ought to start coming up with a plan.

FIELD WORK

There's a cadre of scientists cut off by acid rain. From their last transmission, they were driven into the Rat Warrens — and you've been tasked with rescuing them. Too many members of the Security Team are themselves injured, and none of the remaining ones have experience leading a fire team. Let's hope you do — or at least that you can fake it.

Maybe you've hand-picked your team. Maybe you're just stuck with whoever else was closest. Either way, your companions are some of the people you might recognize as fellow 'hatchlings'. If you know them already — good, you've got a head start on what they might be capable of out in the field, and you can chat about the little things. You know, like the weather. Acid rain, gotta love it.

Either way. You're given few small slabs of surprisingly lightweight alloy that has a sheet of — is that hide from the Leviathan? — stretched across them, to divide up amongst your team. "Helps with the rain," Ensign Porter says, trying to sound cheerful despite the grim set to his jaw. "Just come back in one piece. I kinda feel responsible for you guys, you know?"

Before you know it, you're outfitted for the trip. Weapons (if you didn't have your own) and maybe some medical supplies, handed over with a grimace by Doc Sunya.

So then it's just you, your tiny team and a fifteen kilometer hike. Oh, and the acid rain. Luckily, the shields seem to be keeping it off, but it's hard to hear anything over the impact of the drops. Anyone want to play I never?

Or maybe you think you should make a break for it. This is your first time being outside the Leviathan unsupervised. You've got supplies, and other people with as little to lose here as you do. Maybe you should talk.

THE RAT WARREN

You've made it to the last transmitted location of the scientists. What you find doesn't bode well — one of them seemed to have an arm torn off — at least, you think it's an arm — the way it's been disintegrated by the rain makes it hard to tell.

One thing's certain, though. There are bloodstains leading into the nearby maw of a hole in the ground. There's a putrid odor wafting from it, and the sound of frantic scrabbling.

You have an idea of what might be down there. 'Giant rats with tentacles', Porter had said. Don't let the tentacles grab you, they leave chemical burns that usually result in amputation if they can't be treated immediately. But there's a chance the scientists are still alive, and you need to make your choice.

If you and your small team venture down into the darkness, what happens next is up to you. You'll be encountering hoards of these monsters. The scientists are still alive, but will they stay that way? And more importantly, can you get them back to the Leviathan in one piece?

PCs versus the local fauna, round one, FIGHT!

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to put player characters 'in charge' of the planning/logistics phase. If another PC tags into your thread, you and that player can decide which PC will be 'leading the charge'.

☆ Your character will have: a mini-railgun, a spear (if they don't have their items/weapons from home), a first-aid kit, the acid rain shields, ration bars (that are essentially condensed protein bars — they do not taste good) and one of the smartwatches, which will have a mini holographic HUD displayable on its interface. If your character is the sort to request other things, feel free to assume they received them (within reason — please remember that resource scarcity is the name of the game — feel free to be creative here!).

☆ There are fifteen kilometers to cover. If your character has an ability like superspeed/etc, please keep in mind it will work, but you also have your allies to consider. Normal walking time over this distance, given the difficulty of the environment (steep hills, acid rain, unknown territory, etc) would translate to several hours to an average person.

☆ Feel free to use the NPC scientists however you'd like. If you want your character to find some dead, you can. If you'd prefer they be rescued, that is also acceptable. These are essentially 'your' NPCs that you are using to facilitate the story at this point — the sky is the metaphoric limit!

❀ BOOZE

A week. You've been here for a week.

By now, you might have tried to venture out of Basecamp Leviathan and experienced firsthand the acid rains that the security officers warned you about. Or you might be teaching the kids at the schoolyard how to gamble. In any event, Thorkil seems to take pity on his disoriented new friends and taps his distillery for a little help.

Invitation passes by word of mouth to meet at the memorial wall. Moonshine of questionable quality is passed around in tin cups — hope no one's afraid of germs — as Thorkil explains the great relief it is to be gaining people instead of losing them. This settlement isn't big, and they aren't overburdened with hope or supplies, but there's been a lot of loss in the past three years. Some people might be willing to look at the arrival of these newcomers as a sign that things are turning around.

Bottoms up, hatchlings, and ... Happy Birthday?

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to turn this into an impromptu party. Maybe you're celebrating getting all the scientists back alive! Maybe it's something like a wake to remember them in the sad event of their passing. Either way, many of the engineers and other NPCs may join you in this moonlight drinking session, as well as whatever PCs you tag out to or are tagged by.)

❀ OBLIGATORY NETWORK


Welcome people of all kinds to Basecamp Leviathan! I'd give you a hand moving in except...

I have no hands.
Because I'm an AI.
Get it?
It's a joke.

My name is Cartagena. But anyway, this isn't about me or the Adamant for once. This is about all of you. So if you would kindly fill out the following questionnaire to get to know each other; it would also be very helpful for my systems.

NOTE: Participation is MANDATORY.

That was another joke. It's all voluntary. You people and your free will.

1. What is your name?
2. Where are you from?
3. What's your favorite smell? Please describe it as you would to a person without a nose. Because I do not have a nose.
4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be?
5. How old are you?
6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?

Thank you for your participation! Please enjoy the rest of your stay here at Basecamp Leviathan.


archeologique: (Wistful)

[personal profile] archeologique 2021-05-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
They've got a poisoned claw on one foot. Also, look at them.
usurpurr: ([s5] 73)

[personal profile] usurpurr 2021-05-17 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
['It's raining.' Just like that.

Catra makes a belligerent noise of disbelief, sparing the crew half a glance before going back to ignoring them.]


I'm sure the acid that's pouring down out there's got nothing to do with it. [You know, the important part of the rain problem? Catra's stuck here herself because of it.] I bet they don't even know how this thing's still holding up.
hootlem: (Weaponizing my pride. Well played.)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
now that just sounds like a practical choice to me

cmon how can you look at that billed face and not smile
archeologique: (Dreamy)

[personal profile] archeologique 2021-05-17 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
I think about all the dreadful creatures in Australia and realize they'd all murder me if they could get off that godless rock.
northerndragon: (Default)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-17 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He’s not in any great hurry to escape, just now... not with her here. And this is a little like being held in the safe house on his arrival in New Amsterdam. It alarms him less than it otherwise would have.]

Not yet. I think if they wanted us dead, we already would be. They’ve had every chance: gave me a shower instead.

[As to the rest of it: the way she seems to accept what he’s said, as if it’s what she expected... that goes a little way towards answering the question of what might be between them. It does not tell him what might have gone wrong. Might be that the Northmen were displeased to have a foreign queen among them, but... if they’ve won, if they have won, how could they show anything but gratitude?

He keeps holding her hand.]


If there is no danger in waiting, I will wait. But Daenerys...

[How to explain this?]

Something happened to me, in that city. I’m stronger than I should be. I’ll use it, if I have to, but these people don’t deserve to be hurt just because they’ve found us among them. I can understand this much of what they’re doing — anyone might do it.
arnaults: (014)

[personal profile] arnaults 2021-05-17 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's something in the roughness around the other woman's edges that feels familiar. for all that dorothea has left behind, some things can't be unlearned, and surviving is one of them.

she lets her posture drop a little as she turns to face eda. ]
They're just as confused as the rest of us are. If they had a way to send us home, I think they would've done that already, or not have brought us here in the first place. But I don't think they mean us harm.
hootlem: (I tied her pointy shoes together)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
ooooh yeah i think i heard abou tthat place

grizzly drop bears and corpse devils and those giant crooked toothpicks

and you're convinced demons aren't real
archeologique: (Concerned)

[personal profile] archeologique 2021-05-17 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Because I've seen the fossil records of their evolution.

Demons? Not so much.
unfastens: (not here anymore)

[personal profile] unfastens 2021-05-17 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't know what a Stand is, but Bruno immediately deduces that Illumi can still see stands, judging by the way his eyes go over towards Sticky Fingers. Weird. His next logical assumption would be that Illumi was born with Stand abilities but doesn't know what they are; however, the fact that he very obviously knows what he's doing and how to use his powers effectively suggests otherwise.

Then again, maybe he's approaching this all wrong. He is, ostensibly, on an alien planet. There's no reason any of this should be logical at all. ]


Forget it, then, [ Bruno says, knowing very well that Illumi is not going to forget about it, but he needs to focus right now. ] Let's hope that means they're helping each other and not that they both got swallowed alive.

[ he doesn't think the rats can do that, but he also doesn't want to see how wide they can open those bisected mouths and find out. Adjusting his grip on the man on his back, he walks over to the wall in the direction Illumi indicated - a corner between two branching tunnels, if the winding rat trails can be called such. Sticky Fingers knows what he wants to do without him saying anything, of course; once they're close enough, it strikes the wall with one fist and a single ari!, stretching another long zipper on the wall that unfastens, just barely big enough for a person to climb inside. ]

Stay close behind me. The range isn't very long. [ he doesn't need Illumi to accidentally get trapped inside the wall or something. ] If you can keep acting as radar, I'll take us there.
dragonwarder: (nothing hurts me now)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-17 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Death is less of my concern. Are you so content to be a prisoner?

[He had changed, in that regard. Her other hand passes through the bars, reaching for his. Her thumb drags across the knuckles of the one she holds, and all the tension in her body finally seems to begin to bleed out.

Her eyes lift again when he speaks of his strength and her brows pinch just a little as she attempts to understand. His stance on fighting back was confusing, but it is overshadowed by his description of his ... power?]


What happened?
ketterdam: (pic#14853773)

[personal profile] ketterdam 2021-05-17 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
no latrines to lock himself in this time. nothing to be done. just he stands there and forces himself to focus on what she's doing, breathing shallowly through his mouth. his grip on his cane is going to leave the imprint of its crow's head on his palm like a brand.

still. he is watching what she's doing. learning. filing knowledge away for later. electrolysis. it sounds like a ravkan word, like something their etherealki can do.

at length, through gritted teeth:


This electrolysis. Does it work on all metals, or just iron?
trassel: (11.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps.

[ Look, anyone who likes wolves just gets the plus points, it is Known. ]

[ — smaller, but not in pain. ]

It may be the space, [ he echoes, not quite willing to examine all the implications of that. Trass is normal sized, but Trass is a lot smaller and less dangerous than a dragon. ] and it will be hard to go outside, the rain here is poisonous.
hootlem: (Unless you want to start paying rent.)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, [Eda muses, flipping her hair back over.] They certainly would've put their pointy sticks to use. And what kinda jailor allows for shower breaks?

No, theses guys didn't have anything to do with those goop eggs. Something else's at play here.

[Eda glances down at her hand, lazily drawing a small circle in the air with her fingers. The path sparks faintly, and briefly, but nothing comes of it. She frowns.]

Not a lot we can do about it at the moment anyway.
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-17 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ alina releases her freely, rubbing her hand on her kefta and regretting it. the goo is still there. amniotic fluid from some great beast. but she'd been clinging, and it felt like she needed something to do with her hand that wasn't just grabbing onto this poor woman.

at the question, she grimaces, shaking her head.
]

Not well. Certainly not as well as them.

[ she steps inside one of the stalls alone and shuts the door. it takes her a moment to figure out the lock. her voice is low as she whispers between the gap under the stall wall. ]

But maybe if we got one of them over at a time.
northerndragon: (S6 same page)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-17 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, and his expression hardens for a moment. But he grasps her other hand as if by long habit.]

No. I didn’t say I’d wait forever. This isn’t my first time going among people who aren’t my own - sometimes they want to be sure of you, and they aren’t fools to want it.

[His look shifts, softer and more distant.]

As to what happened — there is part of a god in me. There was part of one in you, too. I didn’t know it until recently. It made me very strong. It let you —

[He stops, remembering how it had hurt her to make the change.]

You didn’t have a dragon: you were the dragon.
Edited 2021-05-17 04:05 (UTC)
hootlem: (I tied her pointy shoes together)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
i told you, i'd love to pull a demon outta something but all you've got from the demon realm today is this witch right here

doesn't matter to me what you believe
hallowing: (Default)

[personal profile] hallowing 2021-05-17 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
he could ask about her war. the friends she's lost, the horrors she's seen. problem is, he's heard it all before. the worlds change, the weapons. there's a laundry list of causes she could be fighting for. oppression, persecution, resources, religion. bored nobles or politicians.

instead he tamps out the cherry of his cigarette between his fingers and then sticks the chipper over one ear.


Fave colour?
hootlem: (Unless you want to start paying rent.)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Eda arches a brow.] Yeah. You know, rain. [Like acid was usually part of the whole deal. Her eyes drift to the ceiling. Weird building.]

Sounds like they don't know a lot of things around here. Lucky us, gettin' spat out of mystery eggs in the whose-knows-what realm.
arnaults: (006)

[personal profile] arnaults 2021-05-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid you're right. There's far too much I don't understand here. I hardly know where to start. Things are rather... different, where I'm from.

[ dorothea sighs, unwrapping the towel from around her hair. ] My name is Dorothea, by the way. It's nice to meet you, all things considered.
dragonwarder: (pic#13438555)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Poisonous?

[She looks alarmed at that, briefly looking for some sort of confirmation around the room -- but it, like everything else, was enclosed enough to block out any ability for her to really confirm the knowledge.

Sensing discomfort from his mother, Drogon shifts where he is laying, one wing stretching just enough to allow him to lift himself up off of his belly. It becomes obvious then that he lacks a pair of front legs, bearing all of his weight down on the strong wingbones and thick hindquarters.

He leans in a little closer toward Matthias, just out of striking distance, to inspect him. Daenerys, meanwhile, stays where she is -- tucked beside the thick muscle of his neck.]
archeologique: (Wistful)

[personal profile] archeologique 2021-05-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
No magic to show off, at all then?
hootlem: (Not my boyfriend!)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Now you did it.]

oh there is PLENTY. im not the strongest witch around for nothing

just not right now



i'm tired
hootlem: (Dang. I look great.)

[personal profile] hootlem 2021-05-17 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
You can say that again.

[Well. The inhospitable weather really wasn't all that different, but, details.]

You can call me Eda the Owl Lady. You're not too bad, you know. Got a better head on your shoulders than most of the humans here.
dragonwarder: (and i know where i've been)

[personal profile] dragonwarder 2021-05-17 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Daenerys frowns lightly. She hadn't expected much, truthfully -- but she had been surprised enough times in her life that she had hoped. Silly of her, really.]

I regret that I cannot say the same. But if we can find Drogon--

[He had to be there -- wherever they were holding him. Perhaps back in that egg chamber, still.]

But I can busy one of them, if you can lead the other.
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Who's Drogon?

[ one of the guards asks loudly, 'are you done in there?' and alina jumps. ]