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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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[At the most, it could be said that Cole was 'helping' clean up, except at the moment, he'd decided to take a break when the chick with the green hair had decided to give a hand. She was telekinetic, he guessed by what she was doing with the mop.]

More like underwater summer camp.

[He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with the lighter from the pocket of his shirt.]

Can't say if I'd agree with the comparison. Though I never went to summer camp. [ She gave a halfhearted shrug to the point he made though. ] It is more hospitable than prison was. [ The sarcastic drawl of that sentence couldn't be missed if someone tried. ] Miss my fancy necklace though. [ No collars made this place better but she was still going with prison. ]

Well then, trust me, sister. It's a lot like summer camp. I've been in some shitty prisons.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Hard to complain about a place that accessorizes for you. [But the look on his face says he's interested in an explanation.]

Does that mean you can dazzle me with some great summer camp stories? [ She'll be waiting here with bated breath to be impressed. It wasn't just sarcasm either. There was a part of her that she'd never admit to that was kinda curious what a normal fun summer camp would be like.

She scoffed. ]If you knew what these particular accessories did to someone like me you might think different.

[He smirks at her question.] Summer camp's only fun if you're a "nature-loving team player" who "works well with others". I could tell you a lot about the kitchens and how lonely the cabins are when everybody else is out, I don't know, kayaking. It's the place people shove their kids when school's out but they still don't want them around.

[He shrugged.] Maybe this is underwater prison, but like a prison camp.

[He looked over to her, taking a drag from his cigarette before prodding.] Sounds kinky.

Sounds like I missed out on a lot. [ Or absolutely nothing at all. Sounded more like normal days for her where she grew up. Nature loving and in the middle of nowhere. Well, that squashed her curiousness for the perfect normal summer. Looks like dreams could even get crushed undersea.

She laughed at his comment. ] Ohh super kinky. They give the best jolts you'll ever feel.

Hell, yeah. Potato clocks, wind chimes, camp badges. I'm breaking your heart, sister, I know it.

Damn, tell me more.

[ She gave a look of over exaggerated hurt. ] Into tiny little pieces. I'll have to comfort myself by thinking about how similar it sounds to every day life where I grew up.

[ She scoffs and shakes her head. ] That the kinda stuff you're into?

Yeah, I've got that effect on women. Story of my life.

[He chuckles.]

Maybe. We could go somewhere else, talk about it more.

I can tell. You have that look to you. Heartbreak kid. [ She arches the eyebrow at the offer in curiosity. ]

But what about our civic duty to clean other people's messes?

You know it, sister.

[He chuckles, though.]

I made a career of cleaning up other peoples' messes. I met my quota. [He moves closer, offering a hand.] Cole Cash. Some people call me The Grifter.

Guess we can spare a break then. [ She took his hand in a firm shake. ] Lorna Dane. Codename Polaris.

Polaris, huh? [He nods.] Like the North Star?

Yeah. [ Oh now that gets quite the dreamy smile from her. North Star. That's what her dad had called her in the one little note she'd ever gotten from him. ] Exactly like the North Star. [ To accompany the words she raised a hand and let the green energy dance around her fingers. ]

[His eyebrows rose, clearly taking note, if not impressed. It's not that he doesn't think the powers are cool, okay, it's just that he's seen a lot of powers.]

So, the North Star's green and misty, huh? Good to know.

[ She laughs. ] It could be. Or maybe I just like showing off.

[He grins at that.]

Hey, when you've got it, right?

You've got it. [ She smirks. ] And I've got it.

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