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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.

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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i. gettin' the hose

[ '80s movie inspiration? Check. Kid? Check. Chance to be a perpetrator? Cheeeeeeck.

Richie has jumped at the chance to wreak havoc on ~~an unsuspecting~~ a probably suspecting population and grabbed himself a hose. No one is safe. He stands at the ready, hose in hand, water flowing from the end while he awaits the next schmuck to walk by and suffer his wrath. If he manages to get the drop on someone, he jumps out from behind his hiding place and shouts a battle cry worthy of the gods. ]

EAT SHIT, FUCK FACE!!

ii. oh no, there's alcohol

[ Richie can't believe his luck. Among the festivities and tipsy party-goers are some stray glasses with leftover wine. His dad isn't here to police him. No one will miss this shit. Now's his chance. When no one is looking, he speedwalks past a glass and whisks it under his shirt, guarding it nonchalantly until he makes it to the wall furthest from the hoopla.

If you spot this 13-year-old before he starts to drink his alcohol, you might want to stop him. Or encourage him, if you so desire. If you're too late, behold. You have found a pubescent male experiencing his first buzz, walking around with a doofy grin on his face, speaking loudly and lacking even more of a filter than he usually lacks. ]

Motherfuckers, is this a great fucking party or what? This is a great fucking party! Fuck. Great party.

iii. wildcard

[ Beeee, you know I'm game for anything. Will match brackets or prose! ]

Richie!

[ Stan snaps and he tries to get away from the spray of the water because he is not in the mood. ]

What the shit!

[ Sometimes he forgets that he's been missing Richie for over a year and this is one of those damned times. ]

[ Richie cackles and continues to spray his friend. Stan's cursing only fuels his joy in spreading discord. ]

Ha ha! Consider this payback for that time you stole my clothes after we went swimming, asshole!!

That wasn't just me! [ Stan dives behind a bench that will at least block some of the blast of the water. ]

Come on, Richie!

[Sansa was no stranger to small children attacking her. It hadn't happened in a long time- she recalled Arya hitting her with potatoes or snow balls. But a burst of water to the face? That was very new for the queen.]

Seven hells! [She swears, her hair hanging limp now, her face twisted with irritation.]

What is the matter with you?

[ Oops. That's not Stan. Richie didn't mean to spray a girl. He immediately drops the hose and freezes, resisting the urge to flee. ]

Sorry!

[ Oh fuck, she's so mad. She's soaking wet and mad. How do you handle a girl that's soaking wet and mad at you? ]

[He's just a boy, she realizes when she's moved her hair from her face and has a moment to breathe.]

Be careful who you're throwing water at, young man!

[At least it was clean water.]

[ Oh god, now she's scolding him. The water seeping out of the hose at his feet is starting to soak through his shoe and sock, but he hardly notices. ]

Sorry! I thought you were my friend! Shit...

[ ...He's probably going to go back to lying in wait for Stan to walk past as soon as they're done talking, but he's not about to let her know that. ]

[She takes another moment, water pooling around their shoes. She sighs, he's a child. A loud one, and an impulsive one.

She had missed her brothers reaching his age. Rickon would never see thirteen. And when she had been thirteen...]

You've quite a mouth on you. [She's not mad anymore, more bemused and irritated.] What do they call you?

"What do they call me?" [ She sounds so proper, like a princess or something. Her accent doesn't help debunk his theory. If he just assaulted a princess, he's in deep shit. He steps forward and holds out his hands in a pleading manner. ] Uh, my name's Richie. Listen, I'm sorry if I ruined your hair or some shit. You still look great!

[ Because that's what girls want to hear when they're drenched, right? ]

[Try Queen.]

Richie. [The name fits him, she decides, perhaps short for Rickard. Sansa gives him a small nod.]

I thank you for your apology- but you really shouldn't be going about jumping out at people. And certainly not cursing at them. What if I'd had a weapon?

[ A princess is scolding hiiiiiiim. Richie is so embarrassed. He doesn't have a towel to offer her, so all he can really do to make the situation better is stand sheepishly and listen until it's all over.

A weapon? Oh shit...! Now he's getting worked into a panic. ]

Why? Do you usually carry weapons? [ This place is so fucking strange, he isn't sure what to believe at this point. ] Jesus fuck, are you going to have me murdered in my sleep?!

No, but some do.

[She's pretty sure Theon usually has his sword on him.] It's common place where I'm from. Especially around me.

No- I'm not going to have you murdered for getting me with water. If I were to have you murdered, you'd be wide awake. I'd just like you to be more careful.

[She wrings out a lock of her long, red hair.]

Fine.

[ Yep. Definitely, clearly a princess. Richie scratches the arch of his nose nervously. He's afraid of irritating her more than he already has. ]

Sorry again. Hey, you haven't seen a kid my age walking around, have you? A few inches taller than me? Curly light brown hair? [ He tugs at his shirt collar. ] Dorky shirt?

[A small incline of her head to show there was no harm. A foul, yes, but no harm.] Thank you, Richie.

... What exactly makes a shirt dorky? Though I doubt I've seen your friend- there is a girl your age, however. Beverly Marsh, if you know her.

Bev is here?

[ She's no true Loser, but she'll do. ]

Shit, the only person I've seen here from Derry is Stan. They're the only two kids you know of?

I believe she is, yes.

[Rude. It just so happens Sansa's half-way to adopting her as a little sister. She reminds her of Arya something fierce.]

I have yet to meet Stan, but yes. I don't believe there are any others.

[ Oh, Crowley is absolutely watching this kid the moment he thinks he's being sneaky with the stray glass of wine. He follows along silently, only interrupting as the kid brings the glass to his lips. ]

If you're going to nick wine, at least browse before you pick haphazardly. What if it'd been a rubbish wine?

[ The man's voice startles Richie and he nearly drops his glass. ]

Augh! What?

[ Wait, is this guy encouraging him? He's not here to scold him for being underage? ]

What? Uhh... [ He wouldn't know bad wine if he tasted it. It's all wine to him. It all probably tastes awful. But this guy didn't need to know that. Richie tries to play it as cool as he can. ] I thought all the wine here was top notch.

[ Yep, nothing weird about a dude sneaking up on a child at all. Crowley leans casually on the wall, his arms crossed and eyebrows arched in amusement over those dark glasses. ]

That's because you have an innocent palate. Don't know any better.

[ Oh, he's more than willing to let Ritchie figure out that most wines are terrible to the young taste. ]

[ Richie is amazed. Not only is he not being punished for trying to sneak away some alcohol, but he's actually being coached on it? He grins a little and holds his glass out towards his new mentor. ]

So you're saying this is shit? Which wine here is the best?

It's all shit, kid.

[ Though he does appraise the glass and snap his fingers. Ritchie might notice that the wine turns a bit darker in color. ]

Well, go on, then. Give it a go before I change my mind.

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