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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.
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[Despite the threat, his tone is playful and...well, almost innocent. He comes across more like a kid playing around than an actually dangerous person. And it doesn't help that his age is hard to judge, given his babyface and how extremely shrimpy he is.]
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[She’s still laughing. He’s older, but there's something about this kid that reminds her of the little scamp who’d picked her pocket last time she was in India]
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All you did was drop a rope. I did all the real work climbing up.
[Huh. Now that he thinks about it, he stopped keeping an eye on that snake at some point. He leans over to peer at the ground, trying to spot it.]
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[He laughs, but he's quietly a little worried. Where the fuck did that snake go...]
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[She falls into a lot of rivers]
What are you looking for, anyway?
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Our scaly friend is gone. But it's probably no big deal...
[He says that, but he's carefully getting back to his feet.]
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Good one, kid. You almost got me.
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[Yeah, he's definitely walking further out along the branch like it's a balance beam, putting some distance between himself and the trunk of the tree.]
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[He's not even looking at her as he answers, instead trying to judge if a branch from the next tree over is within jumping distance.
Hopefully it is, because there's a hissing coming from the direction of the tree trunk where their branch connects.]
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[Chloe hears a sound behind her and freezes. Uh-oh. She has a knife, but unfortunately it's on her back, which is closer to where the snake is. Can it see her when she's not moving, or is that just dinosaurs?
She smiles cheekily at the kid, even if her eyes are a bit too wide]
Sure you don't want my disgusting rope? It's got a grapple, you could swing over.
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Well, if you wanna stop taking your sweet time and actually grapple it onto something...
[Because he sure as hell couldn't throw the thing very far.]
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Give me a second! You're gonna have to jump.
[It's a jump she knows she can make, but this kid is still a big question mark in the athletics department. Oh well. Worst comes to worst, she can probably lift him, he can't be that heavy.
Chloe unclips the rope from her belt again, and aims for a higher branch about halfway between this tree and the next. She gets her feet under her to give herself a bit more leverage and throws the grapple end of the rope.
She doesn't cheer when it catches because: snake, but somehow she's still smiling]
You good to give it a shot?
[The hissing is getting louder, which can't be good]
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Just go already!!
[He leans under her to get a grip on the rope himself, twisting it around his wrist for extra support.]
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Hold on!
[She gathers her legs under her and lets that adrenaline fuel her jump.
Even with the extra weight this is a jump that she can make easily. The swing is quick and once her feet are on a branch again she hooks an arm around the kid to keep him stable while she disengages the grapple.
She grins at him again, eyes shining]
Not bad.
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For all his tension, sobering somewhat in the rush to get away, he still lets out a childish whoop as they swing. Deadly jungle aside, he can still enjoy the Indiana Jones fantasy. He regains his balance easily enough as they land on the next branch and mirrors her grin.]
That was fun! Buuut we should probably keep running.
[Because that snake is still slithering along the other branch, and he's definitely seen videos of snakes jumping between trees before. He doesn't think this is the same kind of snake, but he also doesn't think snakes usually get this big, so. Yeah.]
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[Honestly, who even knows what snakes do at this point?]
I can run right into a swing. It'll be faster, but I'll probably have to carry you.