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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[itsnothingpersonal]

[Loki simply wouldn't be himself if he wasn't enjoying a good celebration. He happened to be roommates with the Goddess of Summer anyway, and she wasn't about to let him avoid it. There was wine and cocktails aplenty regardless, so he was right at home. True to form, Loki was moving from one group of revelers to the next, getting to know everyone at least a bit. As the sun went down, he was laughing and joking with a group of pretty girls who seemed to think he had a striking jawline (who was he to argue) when a familiar voice shouted above the din.

His merry expression fell at first, as he looked over from his seat near the fire, but he recovered quickly, handing the nearest girl his drink and standing.]

Is this to be a challenge for the gods, then, Thunderer?

[If Thor wanted to showboat, all he had to do was ask. He waved a hand at the bonfire, forcing his own energies into the flames, and they erupted high, roaring, and bright blue. The gathered crowd gasped and backed away, out of caution and to get a better view. Loki grinned.]

Do you accept?

[elevatorisnotworthy]

[It had been too easy for Thor. The reveling. The feeling like he was the life of the party. For one moment, he felt like he was back on Asgard after a victory. Celebrating with his kin. Enjoying the moment and not worrying about what the morning would bring him. He didn't want to think about the morning or the next day.

Hearing Loki's voice chilled him to the bone. He turned, his eyes widening as he faced his brother. As he turned, he also held up Stormbreaker, the weapon that had replaced his hammer, the axe that now leaned up against his shoulder as if it weighed nothing to him. One eyebrow raised at Loki as he took a step forward, moving the axe down to the ground and leaning on it as if it were a cane.]

Mischief maker. How do I know you're really here and not just another figment of my imagination?

[Because the fact of Loki being alive in front of him was just too much to bear. He could not be fooled again. It would be too painful. His eyes turned, watching the fire jump. Of course, he had to use his magic.]

Of course I accept. Though, if you're going to make it a show, perhaps I should really make it a show? All is fair once you use your magic, oh God of Mischief.

[Thor took a few steps backwards, winking at Loki. The gasps they made were nothing compared to the great God of Thunder, using his axe and harnessing the lightning to jump twice as high over the fire, being careful not to hit the top of the dome, before landing right in front of Loki.]

Your turn, Mischief Maker.

[itsnothingpersonal]

[Loki's eyes go wide at the sight of that ax, but he doesn't let his shock at its appearance show on his face, though he might have taken one, small step back at Thor's landing. Thor's newfound abilities seemed only to have increased since the last time they'd seen one another, and he was proud of his older brother, though it would take a miracle for him to admit that.

It was also concerning, the existence of that ax. How far in their future was Thor? What had happened? Perhaps they'd even talk about it...only they never did. It was easier that way, less painful. It was...precisely what had landed them in the situation in which they currently found themselves. Maybe they could change.

Maybe he could give it a shot, even. Thor expected some sort of deceptive display, and so, he would get the opposite of his expectations. Smiling, Loki only held up a hand, conjuring a frosty mug of ale from the main refreshments table, and offered it to his brother even as he summoned his own from the hand of his surprised companion back at the fireside. He raised his glass and winked.]

Nice ax. Is this some sort of compensation?

[elevatorisnotworthy]

[Thor looked down at the axe, then back up at Loki. His head tilted to the side and he even offered the axe to Loki. Unlike the hammer, nobody has to be worthy to lift the axe. Loki would be able to lift the axe, at least. Able to help Thor harness his powers, he was very grateful to have it.]

Do you like it? It's from Eitri on Nidavellir. Forged from Uru. It is to be the strongest weapon of Asgard, now with my hammer gone. I had to help Eitri and took the brunt of the dying star's power to create it. Almost died. It is quite a weapon.

[As much as he smiled, there was a darkness in his eyes. Even the new weapon had not helped him defeat Thanos, but he didn't want Loki to know that. His head tilted and he looked over at the fire, before back at Loki.]

Compensation. Loki... What is the last thing you remember? [His shoulders slumped a little.] Hela. She destroyed Mjolnir. That is why I had to go back to them to create this. I... I cannot be without a weapon.

[Thor took the mug from Loki, staring at it briefly. Was this Loki an illusion? Was he even really here at all?]

A lot has happened, my brother. And... And not all of it worth reveling in.

[itsnothingpersonal]

[It's with great hesitation that Loki takes the offered axe. Was this a joke. Was Thor to laugh heartily as Loki fell to the ground under the weapon's sudden great weight? No. Quite the contrary, he could feel the energy coursing through the weapon's perfectly crafted haft and blades, but could not touch them. They were energies not meant for him, but they were there, true enough. Light green eyes moved over the blade's perfect angles as Thor explained, and he looked duly impressed, his lips curling is a slight smirk at the mention of the star.]

Of course you did. [He looked up, and for a brief moment, Thor is able to glimpse something akin to pride in his brother's eyes.] I'd expect nothing less of the Son of Odin.

[He offers Thor the axe back, lowering his hands to his sides as he nods.] I she did. I was there, I was the reason we escaped our deaths at her hands on Midgard, remember?

[He smiles again, but this time not mischievously, but sightly amused.]

It's real, and so am I. [But he shook his head.] They sound like precisely the sorts of things we need not discuss.

[elevatorisnotworthy]

[Thor watches Loki, also having pride in his eyes. Unlike the hammer, Loki could wield this weapon like a sword or his daggers if need be. He could hold it, lift it like any Asgardian. While he may not be able to channel the energies, he was still much stronger than many. Reaching out, Thor patted Loki on the back of his shoulder, hard, before taking back the ax.]

Odin. The son of Odin. Both of us...

[Thor turned away from Loki and looked over at the fire, sipping his brew.] Yes, you were. She attacked. She had killed. There were many things that were responsible. If only Loki could see the future. Thor wished he could show it to him somehow. Then he wouldn't have to actually say the words.]

No. Let's not discuss them. [Thor sighed, his voice heavy. Turning back to Loki, Strong arms flew out and Thor wrapped them around Loki before he could complain. Burying his face in Loki's neck, Thor hugged him tight. Loki would probably hate him for it, but he could not stop himself. The sun was shining on them, in this moment, and he was not going to chase it away.]