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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.
Re: Arrival
(Which... well, Isabella had never considered going that far herself, but it would be better than her current situation.)
Her brain is also trying to place Harley's accent -- maybe one of Scirland's overseas possessions? (Isabella would sound English to someone from Earth. Aren't fantasy counterpart cultures grand?)
"It was designed for high altitude climbing, so is entirely inappropriate for my current situation. Would you mind assisting me?"
Curiosity is a good trait. So is a lack of panic. Isabella is, not calm, exactly, but focused entirely on her immediate concerns, so if the stranger seems calm as well, she might as well take advantage of that.
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"You musta fell pretty far from your mountain," she says. "Not like I can really talk since this looks nowhere near where I was neither. If I knew I was gonna wash up on Gilligan's Island I woulda brought some sunscreen and a bucket hat!"
She moves to help the stranger undress with an ease that comes with having little regard for personal space to begin with, taking note of the arm that the other woman seems to be trying to keep immobile.
"I'm Harley, by the way. I'm a doctor but not that kind of doctor but I can still take a look if you're hurt."
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"What sort of doctor are you?" She was presenting her arm anyway, but she was curious. While Ahkia had a tradition of female physicians, it had yet to catch on in Scirland. A shame because it was a shockingly sensible idea, even setting aside Isabella's own work on equality of the sexes.
She's pretty sure the arm is broken. Isabella was also not a doctor of any sort, and human anatomy wasn't her field, but it turns out that limb structure is one of those things that has much in common across tetrapods.
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"Oof, yeah, I'd say you're for sure down a wing. I've been there a few times."
The career change to costumed criminal helped facilitate that.
"I'm a psychiatrist." Non-practicing, revoked license. But those are minor details. "I'll help make you a splint and a sling, but if you really want to see me shine, you'll let me ask how you feel about it."
A joke that surely this ordinary moutaineering Englishwoman will understand.
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"Well, certainly, I've known more than a few people who would think I would need one. I think I've reached 'charmingly eccentric' rather than mad or scandalous though."
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She's going to continue helping Isabella until the woman no longer looks like she might die of heatstroke and then finally give the beach a good glance around. Would a resort sign really be too much to ask?