TDM #1

[glencolans]

TEST DRIVE MEME #1

Welcome to Glencola Reef's first Test Drive Meme! This is a place where anyone interested in applying a character - or just curious to see how their characters might interact with the setting and others in the game - can mingle with one another. General prompts are provided below for inspiration.

TDM GUIDELINES

• Please read the rules before posting to the TDM. These still apply here and will be enforced, up to and including deleting tags/toplevels and prebanning.
• Posts from a TDM are required to apply. At least three tags across any number of threads within a TDM, posted within the last 6 months, must be provided in every application.
• TDM threads can be used for AC. Note that new characters only need to check in for their first AC cycle, but established characters can use TDM tags for their AC.
• TDMs are not considered game canon by default. This is mostly for logistics reasons - due to how characters travel on the map, it's unlikely that non-network threads that take place here will actually happen in-game. However, I won't stop anyone from working out how to make parts of threads game canon if they really want to.
• New TDMs will be posted every three months. Keep checking back into the current TDM for new toplevels!

I. ARRIVAL

You awaken on a tropical island beach, soaking wet, powerless, and without any idea how you got here. Were you carrying something important, or wearing powerful armor? How unfortunate - it looks like only the most basic clothes, items in your pockets, and simple weapons managed to make the trip with you. Are you even physically the same as you remember? If you had superhuman abilities tied to your physiology, you might be stuck in a completely different body that lacks your usual senses. You might've been whisked away from a tense battle or a near-death experience and wake up delirious, or even injured.

Thankfully, against overwhelming odds, you're not the only one to wake up on this particular stretch of beach. You and your companion have a lot of puzzling out to do.

II. NETWORK

Even if you weren't lucky enough to wake up near someone else, at least you've arrived with a military-grade radio transceiver gripped tightly in your hand (or mouth, or other vaguely opposable appendage of choice). The clunky walkie-talkie will start buzzing and crackling for every public message that starts coming your way. Answering them back is as easy as pressing the "talk" button on the side of the device and either speaking into the receiver, or using the keypad to type into the message box that appears on the screen, then pressing the button again to send. A list of ongoing conversations with responses that are less than 24 hours old can be found by scrolling through the menu, identified by the callsigns that are participating in them. It seems that you've been assigned a callsign, too - it shows up in the top right side of the screen, format AB123C. The letters and numbers picked are...probably random.

This is your easiest avenue to communicating, or coordinating with, or complaining at the other people stuck on this island; how you decide to use this tool is up to you.

III. EXPLORING

For a place that appears, by all signs, to be an equatorial island in the middle of a tropical ocean, the local environments are surprisingly diverse. Beaches range from idyllic white sand to storm-swept pebble crags to cliffs with waterfalls cascading off the edges; the interior forests can be thinned from sandy soil or dense jungles full of prickly underbrush and with towering canopies; and the central mountain peaks, perilous enough to climb on their own, terminate in ravines and sinkholes that are hidden by thick foliage until you already have one foot over the edge.

The animals that make their homes here are equally as varied, and sometimes just as dangerous. The standard Earth fare of tropical fish swim right up to most shores, especially where reefs have grown, and a multitude of seafaring and jungle birds make their homes in ocean-facing cliffs and trees. Any one of these creatures would make for an easy snack. But you're not the only opportunistic hunters here; sharks prowl the waters, big cats stalk the jungles, and feral boars raid any camps that smell enticing. And that's just the stuff that looks like it came from modern Earth. Your improvised fishing rod might have captured a trilobite, or maybe that deer you were stalking has rounded on you with a set of alien mandibles full of sharp teeth. Or maybe, among the plants and animals completely foreign to you, you've stumbled across one that's strangely familiar to your home and no one else's.

There's a lot to figure out about this place. At least, in this instance, you aren't doing it alone.

NAVIGATION

Comments

Network | callsign: KD201D

[obeir]

[ There's a brief burst of static on the other end before a masculine voice with an ambiguously North American accent answers her. ]

You're speaking to K. "Lost and in need of assistance" describes all of us here, Senator. [ Delivered in a serious tone; he isn't being sarcastic. First things first. Establishing what kind of shape the new arrival is in and whether or not she can travel. ] What's your physical status? Any injuries?

Callsign: YL078T

[doomcame]

[Kaye? K.? Surname or nickname, it gives little evidence to his identity. Though that might be somewhat less relevant if he's just as stranded as she seems to be.]

I'm fine. [Not at all, though:] Not hurt. But I can't place where I am. Somewhere on the beach.

How many of us are there?

[obeir]

[ The serial number explanation should probably wait, he figures, along with the truth of his identity. Then again... the fact there's more than just humans here could be useful information to some. He's already assuming they've been pulled in from all different universes — others might not have enough context to realise that. He considers this. ]

The beach seems to be where we all wash up. Haven't heard a formal headcount yet. But there's at least a dozen of us, if you go by the individual identifiers. [ At least those he's been tracking for the last while via public chatter. Could there be more kidnapped people here who either aren't speaking up, or can't? ]

Good you're not hurt, though. I don't think anyone has medical supplies. [ But that won't stop him from rendering what aid he can, if needed. ] Don't suppose you remember anything about how you got here? Like a plane, a boat, a portal—?

[doomcame]

A portal?? [She repeats, with incredulousness that may just indicate that she is not at all running with the same context that he is. The actuality is that she isn't sure if he's trying to mess with her despite his serious tone. She tries to shake it off. Maybe he's trying to test her memory for a concussion?]

I... don't remember. I've been having some heavy sleepwalking episodes. [And might be losing her own mind.] I'd just started seeking treatment. [A complete lie, but she's already introduced herself by title and doesn't know who might be listening. She can still spin this if they don't end up staying here too long.] What's the consensus of the situation?