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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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You're already smarter than Lorna back home. She's got one. So does Gramps and sometimes Mom. And Billy. Us non-fliers are smarter.

[ She shrugs. ] Flying is all the more reason to not have a cape. Wouldn't want someone to grab onto it while you're moving up. Or get it caught on something.

It's about presence. Or so you and Gramps and Wanda seem to think. I think Gramps has little steel balls sewed into his so he can make it look intimidating.

You know I can see him doing that. [ And it's actually pretty funny to think about. ] I keep the knives for that. And the spikes. Steel toed boots to fly. Gotta give off the intimidation vibes sometimes.

Wait... Is THAT how he does it?

[Tommy feels like he's learned a dirty secret, his eyes wide at the idea. Grampa was SO busted!]

Might be. It's how I do it. I was 16 when I first realized if I wear steel toed boots and these [ she jingles the bracelets on her wrist. ] I could get off the ground. Can't think of another way it'd be possible.

Damn, sneaky old man.

[But he's grinning. Like he's half proud of the old coot. Which he would call his grandfather to his face.]

You hungry or something? I can get some food. Or that cocoa with rum.

Describes him pretty well.

[ She smirks. That'd be pretty great if he did it the same way. ]

I could go for both. Mostly the cocoa with rum. [ It sounds very appealing. ] I feel like I should ask you if you're really old enough to drink.

Geez, why do people keep asking me that? I'm 18, which is legal in most of the world. I'm also a speedster and that means my metabolism sucks and getting drunk is something I've never managed.

[The best he's done is tipsy and that took a LOT of work.]

Hey, hey [ she put her hands up in mock defense. ] I said I felt like I should ask you. Not that I really was. Trust me, I was a wild kid. Can't really judge someone else for it.

How wild? I sorta blew up my school.

[ The look she gives him is one that is dangerous close to a look of pride. ] Nice one. What'd they do to push you to that? [ Because clearly they did something to him. Not the other way around. ] Lets just say I got lucky that my father was who he was. Otherwise I would have ended up in prison a lot sooner than I did.

Uh, well.. it was an accident? It was how the molecular acceleration part of my powers manifested.

[He's the cool nephew, and he doesn't want to admit he was getting bullied and sorta, you know, had his powers manifest in a bad situation.]

I sorta grew up outside of the family. And I had some jail time too. And a juvie place that was messed up.

Ah. Accidents happen. [ Accidents were basically a way of life for mutants. ] Seems like that's how it always goes. Some accident happens and well...it all gets interesting from there.

[ Interesting seemed like the nice way to phrase it. It wasn't untrue, things usually got a lot more exciting from that point on. ]

All places mutants get thrown in are some kind of messed up. What was yours like?

It... They wanted a weapon.

[It was supposed to be a jail. But no, it was something else.]

Taught me to make use of my powers.

[ All it took was the word weapon for her entire demeanor to go dark. The spoon she'd been absentmindedly playing with wrapped back around her knuckles as she made a fist. A weapon. Of course they wanted a weapon. That's always what fucking humans wanted them for. ]

Lemme guess. A weapon to be used against your own kind?

Honestly? I don't know. The place only had me a few months. They taught me speed, taught me to phase through things, and weaponized my explosions.

[He had attempted to explode them when he'd been released.]

Sounds like a full curriculum. [ But something tells her it wasn't just a school masquerading as a prison. Something also told her that he might not want to talk about it much. ]

[The less discussed, the better. He had nearly killed people there. Explosions are a bad way to go he expects. Messy too.]

Listen. About what you said earlier. Yeah, it sucks to be here. Yeah, I’d like to be home with my family. But there are people here I wanna be here for to. So for now, until B figures out how to bust me out or this place lets me go, I make the best of it. It is all anyone can do.

At least you don’t have to be alone here.

[ She only hesitated for a second before she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. ]

Family is family. No matter where it is. [ And for the most part Lorna considered most mutants family by default. All she did was for some vague hope that she could get a safe homeland for them all. ] So I guess we're both not alone here. [ That much they could both agree on. ]

[Don’t pick Genosha or raise a small island off of San Francisco. Tommy won’t trust them. Good places to die.]

We’re not. I was, when I first got here. God, now I sound like a hipster. Wrong twin for that. Anyway, you stick around, I can at least introduce you to a woman who would be your sister except another universe and all. My Alterna-Mom. Her world doesn’t have mutants so that’s weird.

[ They won't be able to pick anything because turns out mutant leaders trying to make mutant homelands are all crazy. Extremely crazy. ]

Does this place have a Starbucks? I bet you spend a lot of time there. [ Everywhere has a Starbucks. There has to be one here. ] Sounds exciting. I kinda always wondered what it'd be like to have a sister.[ She shakes her head. ] I can't imagine a world without mutants.

[Actually, Magneto had been doing pretty good with Genosha. It was more, you know, the genocide there.]

No Starbucks. But an appropriately off-branded thing. And ALL the time. Caffeine helps me focus. And I don't know how they exist without Starbucks. Or mutants. They're needed for life.

[ She shrugs. ] Not gonna lie I can't imagine how they live without Starbucks. Must be a hollow existence. [ She chuckles. ] Lack of mutants sounds even worse. Pretty sure the humans in my world would call that a paradise.

Dude, I need caffeine to operate at normal person rates. It's weird, but it's also just something I'm gonna have to adapt you, yanno? But yeah, people back home might consider this pretty good.

[But he doesn't care about those people. He's here now, there are mutants, people will have to deal with it.]

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