June/July Test Drive Meme

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June/July TDM

Welcome to Sphere's June/July Test Drive meme! This is a great place to get a feel for the game and how your characters might fit in here. Explore the setting, and get your samples and some starting CR all at the same time!

• Applications and Reserves are always open!
• Threads on the TDM are considered game canon if both parties agree to it!
• Threads on the TDM may be considered for Activity Check if need be!

Time to shine, sparkle and become renewed.

So the fighting has finished, the filtering system is turned back on and the water has retreated. Of course, all that water rushing in and having been there for so long means that there is a giant mess in most parts of the Sphere, where water alternated between coming up to one’s ankles, all the way to one’s knees. Even the smaller private domes were affected with lesser amounts of water, leaving dirt and sediment and kelp behind along with an assortment of other sea life.

Now we all remember what happened last time something grew inside the Sphere right? Thankfully, there’s been a fair amount of supplies that have been accrued, and it involves gloves, face masks and a good damn amount of bleach to go with those large scrub brushes. There’s also huge pails of soapy water that are used to clean up things from the bleach. Everything is wet and it smells a bit like an indoor swimming pool, but it’s definitely safer to be safe than sorry.

So pick up a brush and pitch in. Those who do may find a little extra something from the Council delivered to their homes in a basket. Those who don’t may find themselves a little bit on the Council’s unofficial shitlist. And given that Max runs the Black Market, it’s not a great place to find yourself. Maybe you were sort of shoved towards this and were doing it haphazardly. Maybe you give a damn. Either way, food and water will come to you, and everyone will be better once this place is cleaned up.

Or so people keep telling ya anyway.

about that bucket of water that you’re wearing.

Of course, if there’s one thing that history and eighties movies have taught us, it’s that where there’s giant buckets of soapy water around, and hoses, and big sponges, then there’s bound to be one thing that happens: a water fight. And a big one at that. Kids (or kids at heart) have been not so subtlety wandering around with buckets filled with cold water, or sponges dipped in them and a few of them have hoses. There’s no bleach in them thankfully (because it’s all fun and games until someone gets a chemical burn) but the water fight is a good way to let off some of the tension that the folks in the Sphere have been getting up too.

So are you a victim, or are you a perpetrator. Do you care either way? But it doesn’t matter because this fight is huge and when there’s this much water flying around, there really isn’t any space for anyone to be a bystander here. Sorry.

with a suitcase full of summertime

Do y’all know what we happened to miss while we were underwater?! The summer solstice. And once things are all cleaned and cleared up, your resident summertime goddess ain’t gonna let it pass without knowing it, and it’s something the inhabitants of the Sphere take to like ducks to water. Wine and dancing is flowing all around and there’s a few fiddlers and jazz musicians dancing around. Because when the queen of the underworld prods ya gently, you get up and do it.

As the night and people’s alcohol levels rise, people start to become more daring with the fire. After all, everything is all cleaned but probably still slightly damp from what had happened, so there’s no problem with people swinging poi around, or using hula hoops set alight. There are even some among us who happen to be going out and jumping over bonfires in order to create good luck for the new year to great cheers of the people around them.

and baby you should see me in a (flower) crown

Do you know what else is a thing during this? Flower crowns. There are tons of flower crowns and various people are sitting around and teaching people how to make their own. The materials, including fresh flowers of all varieties are scattered around the field in the agricultural dome, and people are sitting criss-cross applesauce in order to add ribbons to the stems. For those people who are loathe to wear them, it almost becomes a game for other people to plant them on those resilient folks heads. People use magic or guile or just plain old tossing them in order to make it so that they land on people’s heads. More than that, a group of people will audibly cheer each time one lands. (And of course jeer when they lose one.)

exploration: teeth and bones.

After what had happened, there really is no putting back the seals on the doors to the places that were opened up, even though the council has tried with some of them. There are some doors that are deemed too dangerous to let anyone go inside of (lava and ghosts are not good things to let loose inside the Sphere, no matter how fun it would be at the time) but the door in the infirmary (in the morgue) needs to be open for practical purposes. Which may not be great for people who work in the infirmary, but there it is.

Once people drop through a hatched hole in the floor of the morgue, there’s tunnels extended out for several hundred yards, into the dark. If you have a flashlight, it’s clear to see that here and there the walls are etched with Latin, carved into the stone of the tunnels themselves in what looks more than a little bit like scratches rather than anything that resembles tool marks. The words are repeated at first, over and over: ”cave veniunt!" And "ossa et dentibus illius ruminandum!" Along with the repeated: “cave.”

The skeletons inside are supposed to have been all taken care of, but you can’t help the uneasy feeling that moves down your neck in the darkness, or the way that you can swear you can hear more than a little bit of a hiss of bone. There are things discarded here on the floor of the hallway, gathering more value with the deeper that you go, but is it worth being down here in the dark with the dead for that?

mechanic: memory share.

Too see the full updates on how memory shares work, please visit here

1. Memory shares are experienced over the networked, and beamed directly into the other person's brains as if they are experiencing it themselves.
2. Shares do not need to be written a certain way, but here is a mod example: Too see the full updates on how memory shares work, please visit Max Tinder memory share.
3. These memories are things that they are watching through the experience of the person who's memory has already happened. It's like seeing a recording that feels very real. However, there isn't anything that they can personally do within it. These are things that have already happened to the character and are fixed points.
4. These posts are responded to like a message on the network, and not in the memory itself.

wildcard

This is a good place to test out something like the network or an idea of your own! Remember upon waking in The Sphere, each character is fitted with a small golden circle behind their right ear. This is how they are connected to the network through a neural link. Touch and hold the button to create a broadcast of one of three types:

1. Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
2. Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
3. Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.

Replies are determined by the player. The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

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Comments

[smokedout]

Yeah, like you know what the fuck you're talking about. [That's accompanied by a light smack to the back of Jason's head.] Just watch your back. Can't get coke down here if you piss him off.

[He... was going to help, but actually, that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard. He just rolls his eyes, and leans back against the wall.]

Don't come crying to me later, then.

[snowjoke]

Just trying to help ya, geez.[He lets out a small yelp, more surprised than in pain as Dodger hits him.] Why do you think I'm wasting my time with this shit? I'm trying to get on his good side or whatever.

[He lazily drags mop around the ground, he's cleaned up a bit but it's taking longer then it should.]

I'll be fine it's just some burns and I haven't gotten any yet.

[He will bitch at Dodger if he gets to many burns and he will go out of his way to annoy him with it.]

[smokedout]

And I don't need help from you.

[Something about being worlds away from Augustine really brings out the pettiness in him.]

I found a supplier here, so I'm set. Max Tinder can suck my dick.

[snowjoke]

Alright then geez.

[He lets out a small huff and continues to clean up, Dodger seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.]

Then why are you hanging around here then if you got nothin to gain?

[He could Tell Dodger was grumpy and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to do anything about it.]

[smokedout]

Because I know you, and I know you need adult supervision.

[He lets out a long breath through his nose.]

Aren't you... I don't know, concerned? About where you are?

[snowjoke]

Your the shitiest adult that could be supervising me.

[He snorts a little laugh he pokes at him with a smile, stopping to lean against the mop a bit, paying more attention to Dodger.]

I guess... But you're here and shit so I'm not that worried or anything.

[He's putting a lot more trust in Dodger then anyone should honestly.]

I think the big question is how the fuck is this place real?

[smokedout]

And you're the shittiest kid I could be watching.

[His brow twitches a bit. Should he feel nice about Jason trusting him? Because he doesn't. It feels gross.]

Who is John Galt. [He shrugs.] Not even the people that run this joint know what it is.

[snowjoke]

Well yeah, I know that but you're the one who keeps wanting to hang around.

[He missed Dodger, It was nice to see him again.]

Then I hope we don't all die or something then. Drowning seems like a super shitty way to die.

[smokedout]

[He's just rolling his eyes... out of everyone from his world, he had to get his loudmouthed boy toy and not, say, Augustine... or hell, he'd take Crusher at this point.]

If you want me to leave, give me a good reason to.

[snowjoke]

Who said I wanted you to leave?

[He's much friendlier then he used to be which is a breath of fresh air. Or at least it should be.

He starts to clean up again with a shrug.]

I never said anything about you leaving, I was just saying that you're the one who pops in alot.

[smokedout]

You implied it.

[Dodger looks over his handiwork, and snatches the mop away from him.] Give me that. [He proceeds to brush past him and scrub aggressively at the floor - given his strength, he can get rid of buildup a lot faster than Jason, but it should be noted that he also is not wearing gloves. Or any safety gear at all.]

Go find some gloves before I kick your ass.

[snowjoke]

Didn't mean to.

[He thought he wasn't doing terrible but at least Dodger's helping?]

I thought you didn't wanna clean?

[He pokes a bit of fun at him watching Dodger work his frustrations into it. ]

What do you mean kick my ass you don't got any either.