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

[toivory]

I’m... older. [The best way to put it.]

If you wanted to discuss it... I can tell you what happened. How the battle was won. [All thanks to him.]

It’s been several months. Much has changed.

[beboth]

[ He doesn't think she could be that much older and her last statement confirms it. Theon is relieved to hear that the battle was won. It'd been a worry in the back of his mind as the last thing he remembers is failing to kill the night king. ]

I would like to know.

[toivory]

[She starts to tell him- how Arya killed the Night King, how the dead rose even in the crypts. She told him of the Mormonts, how so many had ridden South to take King’s landing. She told of how the dragon queen went mad, they said, ruined King’s landing with dragon fire and a lack of mercy equal to that of Cersei’s.

She told him what Jon had done, a smile on her face. He’d finally seen what she’d known all the long. Then, she began to finish the tale:] Bran the Broken, first of his name, now sits the Iron throne, leading the Six Kingdoms. Jon, in exchange for his life, has returned to the Wall.

And the North at long last, is free. [She swallows] I intend to have the crypts remade. I’d like to honor you, a statue in your image beside Robb.

[beboth]

[ Theon listens quietly. He's pleased with most of it, that they had won and Winterfell is safe. He cares much less for what happened in King's Landing, though he can't say that he's surprised at all. But in the end, he's glad that he knows Yara's secure as Queen of the Iron Islands, Sansa is Queen in the North.

And there's a strange relief that Jon survived as well and the rest of the Starks who had been his family more than he had realized while he had them. He'd very much taken it all for granted at the time. ]

You can't put me beside Robb, Sansa.

[toivory]

Where else would I put you?

[She was confident that Robb would forgive him, if he knew what she knew. Robb was noble, and would consider their debts paid]

There are no bodies. Only statues.

[none had been recovered for other members of her family. Joffrey would never have allowed them to send her father’s body North]

You belong with my family. You deserve the honor.

[beboth]

I don't deserve that honor, Sansa.

[ There's a hint of distress in Theon's voice. Even with the last words he'd heard before he died being Bran telling him he was a good man it was hard for him to believe. He couldn't see his debts as paid.

Theon couldn't forgive himself for betraying Robb, betraying everyone. There was too much blood on his hands to wash away. Maybe he hadn't killed Rickon, but he was the reason Rickon was dead.

He couldn't see Ned forgiving him or Robb. They were honorable, unwavering. Theon had never been that strong. He didn't deserve a place at Robb's side even in the form of a statue. ]

[toivory]

[Sansa looks at him carefully, before reaching out a hand to take his in hers. Carefully, she raises it to her lips and kisses his knuckles.]

That's not for you to decide.

[But she hates that note in his voice. She wants to take him closer to her in her arms, to gently soothe him, twist her fingers through his hair. To care for this man. So she can make allowances, promises, if it will help.]

When my body joins them, I'll have you moved to my side. Would that be better?

[beboth]

[ There are very few people who Theon would trust to touch him and Sansa is one of them. He lets her take his hand and he feels a warmth in his chest as her lips press to his knuckles. He feels frozen in time for a moment. Once upon a time he'd know exactly what he should do with the things he feels in that moment.

But it's really lost in the greater emotion of shame that's present with the current topic. He doesn't meet her eye and he sighs softly. In his mind, he can't envision a world where Robb knew all that he had done and forgives him, that any semblance of their friendship, the brotherhood, could have been restored. It feels like a blemish on Robb's honor to put beside him but good god is Sansa Stark ever so stubborn. ]

It would.

[ Always being at her side is something he can live with for eternity. ]

[toivory]

Then you can rest assured I will have you by my side.

[She kisses his hand again.]

I'm so glad you're here, Theon. [His death had hurt in a way she had never expected. A stab to the heart, twisting the knife. It was a deep, painful hurt, that felt as if it would never get filled again.

At least here, she was granted more time with him.]