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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
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Is that a riddle?
[ She chews her lip. ]
If you're not a human... [ She's not entirely convinced of that. ] You're far too lean to be a dwarf, and much too tall to be an elf. I suppose you could be... I mean you don't have horns or silver skin but you could be a Qunari if you converted.
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[But he doesn't look offended by that. If anything, he just looks amused.]
Think of the sky at night, and all the stars that glitter there. I come from beyond them.
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She does as he tells her, even closing her eyes lightly to imagine it properly. She realizes, belatedly, that this far under water means she's the furthest away from that sky and those stars she's ever been. She opens her eyes again once he's done, feeling a little dizzy at the prospect. ]
What... [ What is even out there? ] The moon?
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[He moves beside her, leaning closer for effect, a slight smile on his face as he waves a hand before them, projecting into the air before them a floating scale model of the solar system within which the Sphere claimed to be located, beneath a deep ocean on a blowing blue sphere three positions away from the yellow sun glowing at its center.]
Open your eyes.
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It's beautiful.
[ No matter what else it is, that much is true. Her brow furrows and her lower lip pouts out slightly. ]
Is this... a map? Where is... north.
[ She's starting to feel a little lightheaded, and the awareness of the weight of so much water crushing down on them is becoming impossible to ignore. She shakes her head and laughs apologetically. ]
I'm sorry, I've never... Maps are flat. And not terribly accurate. [ She needs air. ] I mean... Traveling among the stars and the stars are so much bigger and farther away and not glitter just out of reach I just... [ She takes a step back, just needing air. And laughs a little, fighting to keep herself back from the edge of hysteria. ] It's a lot to take in at once, please forgive me.
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Allow me to simplify things for you. [He makes a motion, and as he does, the illusion he's cast zooms in, pulling the Earth closer, it moves through the Illusion Earth's atmosphere, spinning slowly, until it's roughly the size of a desk globe, and he motions again, the spinning stopping over what Earther's would recognize as the Atlantic Ocean.]
According to the Sphere, this body of water is the one under which this very facility lies. This: [He indicates the floating globe.] Is the Earth, and this: [To the ocean again.] Is the Atlantic Ocean.
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How did they find me?
[ She says it quietly, not really expecting an answer. Then looks up at him, brows knit together as she regards him quizzically. ]
Is this where you're from, then?
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[He rolls his shoulder in a shrug. Only the Sphere knows what it's original purpose was, and it seems to have conveniently forgotten.]
No. [He smiles, though.] This is but one very small pond in the vast ocean of reality. I could show you, but...maybe later. When you're ready.
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[ She's just a turnip farmer who made good. And has a bit of magic. That can't be so unique.
She pouts a little at his delaying of more demonstrations, but can't fault his logic. ]
I suppose that's fair.
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[He smiles.]
I promise there will be more shock and awe later.
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[ Every time she feels like she has solid footing under her, something rips it away. What else can one do but keep going and trying to achieve some sort of stability again?
She laughs a little, a playful smile emerging again. ]
Oh, darling. Don't go getting my hopes up unless you plan on following through.
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[Except when he doesn't, of course, but that's neither here nor there.]
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[ She's still smiling. While she suspects his charm is merely that, she's not drawing any hard conclusions. Just not getting her hopes up. She's a bit too old for that sort of guilelessness anymore. ]
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[ She laughs as if this is a funny thing to remember. As if it didn't terrify her at the time. As if she didn't murder him some years later. ]
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Why stop at the world?
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What if a girl simply wants you to hold her hand?
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How chaste.
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[ She points out, some of the genuine playfulness returning as the wave of dark thoughts recede. ]
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Slightly, depending on your perspective.
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[ She pouts, playfully, as the music ends. ]
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[He smiles mischievously as the music comes to an end.]
But I am nothing if not ambitious.
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I suppose time will have to tell if your abilities live up to your ambitions, my lord.