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June/July Test Drive Meme
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
- Memory shares are experienced over the networked, and beamed directly into the other person's brains as if they are experiencing it themselves.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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:
- Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
- Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
- Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.
photo inspiration
Matt Murdock l MCU
Matt was glad for his ability to stay upright because someone had decided he needed to have more fun and so pulled him into the dance. The music is light and fun and it doesn't take Matt long to pick up the steps. He laughs softly as he's spun into someone. "Oh sorry," he muttered, "I didn't see you there."
[Flower Crowns]
This was oddly soothing Matt thought as his fingers manipulated the flowers and string. The sweet scent filled his nose and made him smile. He was a city kid where flowers were in short supply. The softness of the petals made his fingers tingle and he drops one of them. "Thank you," he says when he senses someone holding it out to him.
flower crowns
He makes a non-commital noise, shrugging a shoulder. "Yeah, sure. Decent flower, at least."
Re: flower crowns
Matt frowns slightly. He is still getting used to the idea that not everyone in this place is strictly human but this person's smell and heart beat are just odd even by the standards of his new home. He looks up fixing the "person" with his slightless gaze. He hadn't come in with his glasses so he was hoping he wasn't startling them. "I've never touched a flower like it before."
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"I'd imagine not. Hard to feel like the real deal when they don't even have natural sunlight. Imitation doesn't give it what it really needs."
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Matt nods as he works. "I grew up in New York so flowers growing around the neighborhood were in short supply." The nuns tried to brighten St. Agnes, but it wasn't easily on a limited budget. "These feel real enough."
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"I'll take your word for it."
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"Haven't crossed the pond ever have you," Matt asks as he works, "if that's where you are actually from." Matt just has a sense from this guy's heartbeat he isn't human.
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Matt may find, much to his potential confusion, that his heartbeat is a bit more reptilian than he’s used to. Perhaps a bit more cold-blooded, to boot. Not entirely, mind, he still did pass by most accounts as a very odd human.
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Matt chuckles softly. "Makes sense," he says, "would it be rude of me to ask what are you? Your heartbeat is....strange. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
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Matt shrugs and smiles a little. "Doesn't have the same sound as a dying heart," he says, "it's healthy it's just...odd." He tugs his ear nervously. "My senses are higher than most blind people, then most humans really. And I'm still learning what non human heartbeats sound like."
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"I'm a demon. Bloody old one, at that."
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Summertime
as if he needed one beyond the whole 'hey I'm blind' thing, Tommy hadn't been there a millisecond before. The space Matt had spun into had been open until Tommy misjudged his stopping in the party to try and talk a woman into dancing with him. Instead he'd left turning to smirk and...Stopping.
Oh hell, guy's blind. Wow does he feel bad.
"It's no problem, man. I should have watched where I was putting myself."
Re: Summertime
Matt laughs again and shakes his head. "Normally I'm better at being aware of my personal space but the music is covering up all the heartbeats so I got alll turned around." He offers his hand maybe slightly lower then normal but he'd only get it wrong once. "Matt Murdock."
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"Matt Murdock. As in the lawyer? The one that lives in Hell's Kitchen?"
Damn, he's like, one of the best lawyers ever. Rumor had it that the Avengers even reached out to him from time to time back on Tommy's world. He's just THAT good.
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Matt tilts his head to listen to the kid's heartbeat and can't hear anything that should worry him so he nods and smiles. "That's me," he says warmly, "guess my reputation even managed to get up here I guess." This Matt is still in his early days as far as he knows the Avengers don't even know Murdock Law even exists.
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"Nah, it's not that your reputation got here. Just that where I'm from, you're a hotshot. You fight for the little man. Big fan."
And if he ever went to go sue the 'juvie' that held him for a few years and pretty much intended to turn him into a living weapon, well... He'd go to Murdock.
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"Wow," Matt says and means it. The fact that he's a big shot and manages to do what he's always wanted to means a lot. "And you....with a resting heartrate like that you aren't completely human are you?"
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"I'm a mutant speedster."
summertime
Re: summertime
Matt blinked in shock and smiled. "Thor," he said warmly, "I never thought I'd get the chance to meet you." Matt fully turns letting the god of thunder get a good look at him. He's an even six feet tall with a warm smile, red hair, and hazel eyes that are completely whited out. "My name is Matt Murdock. It's a pleasure to meet one of the Avengers in person."
Re: summertime
"Matt, it is a pleasure. We should grab an ale and share stories. I am so glad to hear of another from our world." He glanced down at Matt's eyes, blinking slightly. "Do you... Do you need an escort, sir?"
Re: summertime
Matt chuckles and shakes his head easily side stepping another dancer like he could see. "I'm fine. My senses are heightened beyond what a normal human's would be blind or not. The music and the varied heartbeats were just throwing them off. but I'm all right now."
Re: summertime
He knows that it is possible. After all, the Avengers are known on Earth. "If you have gifts and senses like that, why do you not join Captain Rogers and the others? Do you fight?"
Re: summertime
"I do," Matt says, "I'm more a street level guy. I'm mostly around Hell's Kitchen back home in New York. I'm not a team guy other than one time when other street level heroes got together and saved the world. We figured the Avengers wouldn't notice people like us."