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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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[With a suitcase full of summertime]

There are so many things about this place that he's still getting used to: living underwater, the fact that it's not necessary to light something on fire to have light and warmth. Seasons other than winter, even. But the celebration of the arrival of summer isn't that different from something he might have attended in Westeros, if circumstances had been different. Wine and music and dancing are all things he understands.

His mood steadily improves through the course of the night, aided by revelry and wine. By the time the bonfire jumping comes around, he's positively jovial, although he does eye the bonfires warily and refuses to take part in jumping over one.

He'll just have more wine instead, to make up for all the celebrations in Winterfell that he didn't truly get to be part of.

[Baby you should see me]

At some point during the evening, he acquired a crown made of flowers, which now sits lopsidedly on his head. This is a crown he doesn't mind wearing, and it helps that it was offered to him by a pretty young woman. So there it stays, perched precariously. He's even in such a good mood that he cheers along with the crowd when another crown lands on another head.

[Wildcard]

Other options are welcome too. Maybe something with helping him figure out how all this strange modern technology works. Find me on plurk at

siriuslydementd or just leave me something. I can work with it.

[with that smile on his face, Sansa almost didn’t recognize him. But there are too few here that carry themselves the way that the Westerosi did. It’s his hair set against the flowers and the warm blaze of the fire that solidifies her belief that yes, this is Jon Snow.

A happier looking Jon, but Jon all the same.

With wine in her hand she waits for the perfect moment to settle herself in next to him.]

I thought you didn’t want the crown. [she teases him lightly]

This one will be gone by tomorrow. [And it doesn't come with any titles or responsibilities.] And it smells nice. [After the harshness of Westeros, especially the northern end, it's nice to have some contrast.]

You should keep it.

[lopsided or not.]

Did I ever tell you how terrible Joffrey smelled? Salty and warm and sour. I can’t imagine his crown smelled better.

[Joffrey was the worst]

Perhaps.

[At least he'll think about it. That's something.]

I don't remember ever hearing you mention that. I don't expect he'd have liked it much if you had tole him that.

[He was raised by a Lannister. Of course he was the worst.]

I wouldn’t have told him. At least, not in so many words. He was incredibly stupid- the dangerous sort where he didn’t even realize it.

[And now he was dead. Good.]

Are you going to try to jump the fire?

He had people to give him whatever he wanted and do whatever he told them. He didn't have to be anything else. At least he wasn't in charge for very long.

Probably not. Do you know what fires can do to people?

You don't need to tell me, [She says jokingly, placing a long of her long auburn hair behind her ear. She smiles over at her older brother. She had no problem calling him that now, and was proud to have him in her family.

Even if could be a complete idiot.]

I do know.

But you're a young man, you can let your hair down here and do something stupid. Enjoy yourself.

[She pauses for a moment, looking at the way the fire lit his face.] It's that, or you have to dance with me.

[She would pull the Queen card on him. She refused to use it with Theon, trying to get him to understand them as equals here. That she was just his girlfriend here, not his Queen. Here, she could just be Jon's sister.

But that didn't mean she wasn't going to be petty on occasion.]

You sound like -- [Ygritte. Which isn't a story he feels like telling right now. Maybe he never will.] A wildling I used to know.

A fire, or a dance with Lady Stark? Dance it is. I make no promises about being any good though. It was never a skill I had to learn.

[She'll get that story one day. And she'll tell him all of hers.]

Queen, if you're going to use titles, Lord Snow. [She's teasing him lightly.]

Oh come now! You move well enough with a sword, a dance shall be no different.

[Why did she ever have to find out about that Lord Snow stuff? She'll never let him forget it now.]

Fine, but if I stab anybody it's your fault.

You're not going to stab anybody.

[She extended her hand to him.]

Would you like me to lead?

[Such faith she has in him. He'll take her hand anyway.]

That is what queens do.

So it is.

[She'll lead him toward where there is dancing, still lit by the fires.]

I can't believe you've been brought here.

I wouldn't believe it myself if it weren't happening to me. It makes no sense, but I suppose it's not meant to.

Precisely. But here we are.

There are so many wonderful people here- I must introduce you to my friend Beverly, she'll remind you of someone, I'm sure of it.

It's nice here, there's no wars or kingdoms. I can just be Sansa Stark here, where titles mean nothing.

[Of course, once she got back home, she was going to award a posthumerous title to Theon and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.]

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