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TDM #1
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.
Cornelius Hickey | The Terror (AMC)
Guess who still has scurvy!
When Hickey washes up on the island, he just...kind of doesn't move for a moment. He's better off than some of the other guys, but he still hurts. Everything still hurts a bit. Nothing like Billy or some of the other men, but there's no escaping the scurvy and lead poisoning that still lingers in his system.
But there's the sun out. A breeze. He can feel heat for the first time in ages. Idly, Hickey wonders if he's dead, if this is heaven and heaven is the tropical island that he so desperately wanted. But for the moment, partially due to the fact that he's tired and still hurting and aching, partially due to the fact that he is going to enjoy the moment, Hickey just....sprawls out on the beach.
Nah. He's sunbathing right now. There's a pasty Irish man just tanning himself and enjoying the sun for the moment.
network
( un: CN184L )
[ Who has two thumbs and is from a time before radio was standardized? This guy! There's a paaaaaaaause as Hickey presses the button, listens to the radio for a while, frowns, then asks the network as a whole, ]
The hell's this thing anyway?
exploring
There's food here.
There's actual food here.
For someone who was starving, who had resorted to the ultimate unspeakable taboo, the fact that there's some good fucking food here is phenomenal. He's never going back. He doesn't know how he got here but whatever brought him here could take him back and like fuck that's never going to happen. There's plants! Animals! Food as far as the eye can see! It's absolutely brilliant.
So to nobody's surprise, when Hickey manages to catch a fish, he immediately starts to gut it. He slices the belly open and starts to go at the fish, fingers digging into the raw flesh, the intestines, the guts, anything that looks fresh is getting eaten.
Granted, he has no idea if the fish is even edible to begin with. And he definitely does not look good what with blood from the creature matting his face and beard. But Hickey isn't one for thinking ahead. He's hungry. There's food. He's eating. So don't mind this feral, scraggly looking man just going to town on a raw fish.
cs: LO431Y; voice
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[ he's just saying!!! ]
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[Which direction does he need to come at this from?]
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[ He thinks? ]
Honestly, probably off by a year or two. We were at sea for a while and it's easy to lose track then.
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[What about navigation? Don't the stars change places?
Did they use the stars to navigate in the 1850s?]
Right, okay. So, it's- God, you don't have telephones. Um... Like-like you know those horns that you can speak into in one place and someone somewhere else can hear it because it's connected by a big long pipe? It's sort of like that. But that sound is- it's- Have you got electricity?
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[ We're 1840s buddy, that's the start of things like the telegraph. ]
Look, you're obviously struggling with this. Just dumb it down as much as possible and I'll probably be like 'yeah, makes sense.' I've dealt with enough oddities already, I'm not going to question this.
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It's a magic box that lets you talk to other people?
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[ But there's a little smirk in Hickey's voice that implies he's saying 'yeah, makes sense' just because he said that he'd go along with whatever Martin says. ]
So who the hell are you?
apologies for the delay! rl moving is nearly complete