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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

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 defy you to challenge that notion.

[This said, as Simon crept closer to nibble at Baz's neck.]

I'd rather not have a charred boyfriend.

[They're in public Simon!]

Well no, that was why I kissed you in the first place, you know.

[As if Baz needed a reminder of the forest fire that brought them together. And public or no, he'd taken to Baz's neck with something like relish.]

I'd say I should set myself on fire more often, but I think it accomplished a much better goal.

[Baz reached up, threading his fingers in Simon's hair. He'd never expected anything would lead him to something like this. Laying on the grass with a bottle of wine and Simon attacking his neck. He really was leading a charmed life.]

I agree. You wouldn't look good on fire.

[People probably didn't look good on fire in general, but Simon wasn't about to start pondering that when Baz was pawing at his hair. That was a blessing if he'd ever had one, and he wasn't about to stop defiling Baz's neck unless the man wanted him to, but just in case--]

Is this all right?

[He turns his head to raise his brows at the other man, fingers still in his hair.]

Are you going to ask that every time?

[It was more than alright, it's was fucking brilliant.]

Yes. Consent is important, Baz.

[Especially when Baz was still accusing Simon of being too drunk to function. Though if it were up to Simon, he'd have Baz enthusiastically and euphorically declaring his consent, repeatedly and without Simon so much as asking. Maybe that was an unusual notion, but Simon didn't see fit to question it while he was sucking love marks into Baz's neck.

They never lingered. Pity.]

[Baz moves to look at Simon, restricting the other man's access to his neck for a bit.]

Simon, I was ready to let you kill me before a few months ago, snogging in some weird place is hardly going to remove my consent for you to do whatever you want with me.

Again, I think you're giving me the privilege of far too many liberties with this.

[Or perhaps Simon was just surprised by how liberal Baz was being with his allowances. Then again, Simon had yet to be quite this physical with him; it wasn't as if he were any expert in what Baz would and wouldn't allow in a physical sense.]

It's called trust, Snow. I trust you're not going to do anything that will make me regret giving you those liberties.

[He brushes the hair from Simon's face, resting his forehead against the other man's.]

I trust you, Simon. That's not going to change.

[Had someone told Simon -- even a year ago -- that Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch would someday be responsible for an uncounted number of Simon's happiest smiles, he would have scoffed. Or laughed. Or perhaps thrown a punch. But he certainly wouldn't have believed it. He had to admit, falling in love with Baz was one of the best surprises of his life.]

You'll never regret it. [Simon murmured, and nuzzled at Baz's forehead.] Ever. I promise you.

I don't plan to.

[The truth was that Baz had always trusted Simon in one way or another. Trusted that the other man would eventually put him out of his misery by killing him one day. That he would always be predictable. He was happy to be wrong about both those things.

Now, however, he could trust something different. He could trust that Simon, at least for now, loved him back, that he wouldn't intentionally hurt him, and that he liked this better than fighting.]

Didn't I already tell you I was going to make you live with me forever?

I can't think of anything I'd suffer more gladly.

[And he really couldn't. When he closed his eyes and tried to imagine his future, the images always turned up with Baz by his side. Funny how life turned out for them.

Simon's hands were starting to stray, though. Wandering, drifting from their home at Baz's waist to grope briefly at Baz's backside, and really... Really, they should just go back to the dorms, but Simon wouldn't be the one to suggest it.]

[At the groping Baz's brows rose. Before now the most they'd done was kiss (a lot) and after the whole debacle with the Mage and the Humdrum, they'd barely done that. Held hands mostly - which was fine with Baz. Whatever Simon was ready for, Baz would accept and return. He loved him, and, groapfest or not, he would be there for Simon no matter what.

This was more of a giant leap forward in their relationship, and he wasn't entirely sure how big of a leap Simon realized it was.]

What's gotten into you? Or are you just making sure my ass is still there?

[The words are said with a slight smirk. He doesn't want Simon to think he's trying to push him away. He wouldn't do that.]

Edited 2019-09-16 20:42 (UTC)

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