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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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[She'll have to introduce him to margaritas, because he's never heard the word before.]

I think he fancies her. They're not all like him.

[Though Jon does enjoy his company.]

It's a different kind of life, among the wildlings.

You think? [She shakes her head, laughing.] He's utterly smitten! She's not sure what to think of him, I'm quite sure she's never had such a reaction before.

[She missed Brienne. But she belonged on the King's Guard.]

I imagine so. How long were you amongst them?

She's not what you'd expect from either a knight or a woman, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Months. Enough time to determine what the real threat was.

She is. She'll be very good for Brann.

What was it like? Living amongst them? The ones I spoke with were kind, and we owe them a great debt for their sacrifices.

He needs that. Someone to protect him.

It's not bad. It's tough, of course. It's always cold up there, and there's little enough food sometimes, but they manage, and they depend on each other, and everyone south of the Wall thinks they're uncivilized savages, but they're really not. They just have different ideas. There are no titles. Everyone's equal, and if anyone has a leadership role it's because they earned it, not because it was given to them by their ancestors.

An interesting way of life, to be sure. [She liked the idea of people earning titles. Not that she would willingly give up her crown. It was hers, given to her by the people.]

And the women fight, as well. [She had a newfound respect for women who chose to fight.] Is that standard?

It has definitely led to fewer wars than the way of life we're used to.

[When there are no titles, there's no power, and no need to fight over it.]

It is. To them it's strange that women don't fight and instead leave it all to the men, like they can't defend their own homes.

I was lead to believe they were a violent, brutish people.

Wars are not all fought upon the battlefield. [She takes his hands, and begins leading him in the dances she'd spent hours practicing as a child. She'd forgotten how much she missed dancing, until she'd come here.]

We're led to believe a lot of things that aren't true.

[It's probably better not to get him started on that.]

I have more experience with the ones that are than with the ones that aren't.

I know.

You don't say. [She looks at him flatly for a moment, before grinning. It was good to be able to tease him again.]

The wars the wildlings fight involve fewer people. People are less likely to get caught in the middle.

It's a different life, but that doesn't mean it's wrong.

Good. There are too many small-folk slaughtered for nothing.

[They were innocents. They didn’t deserve such awful deaths.]

No, I suppose not.

Especially when for them it doesn't matter who sits on the Iron Throne.

[One king is the same as another to most of them. They're just trying to survive.]

Regardless, they have nothing to fear from the North so long as there is as Stark in Winterfell.

Then it's a good thing there's a Stark in Winterfell.

Once I return, at least.

Once you return, yes. It's to be hoped that everything is safe in the meantime.

It will be- the world pauses while we are here, it would seem. We return to an unchanged world.

That's something. Although Westeros will never be the same again.

For the better, I'd like to believe.

Without the Lannisters in charge, it's certain to be.

Tommen would have been a good king, without his mother's influence.

[Tommen had been sweet to her, as had Myrcella. She had nothing against the youngest Lannisters, may they rest in peace.]

I'll have to take your word for that. I never knew him.

A sweet boy. Nothing like his mother.

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