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TDM I: The Silent Towns

OPEN SPACE: TEST DRIVE MEME #1


welcome.
This is the first test drive meme for [community profile] openspace! We hope to be a plot-driven, space-fantasy, pan-fandom game, with a day-to-day focus on player-run plots and a metaplot about the nature of creative energy.


arrival.
You appear in a city square. The buildings around you are retro-futuristic, all chrome and curves. The dust beneath your feet is red, the sky is pink and dotted with pastel clouds, the sun is slightly smaller than normal, and two misshapen moons hang low in the sky. The air is breathable, the weather temperate.

A moment later, there’s a strange sensation, like a pair of warm, slender arms settling over your shoulders in a draping hug. If you try to turn and look for the source of those arms, however, you'll find that you're momentarily unable to move.

"I have five stories for you to tell. Finish them all, and I’ll grant you a wish."

It sounds like a voice whispering in your ear, but it's still impossible to turn and look. A beat after that, you know what your five tasks are, even though some of them may sound preposterous. The warm arms on your shoulder vanish, and you can move again. And you’ll notice, for the first time, that there are other people in the square with you: other new arrivals.

So, will you do as you’re told, or find your own way?


tasks.
Choose five tasks from this list for your character. (Or RNG, if you prefer.) These are the tasks your character was assigned by the unseen voice. Characters know which tasks they have, but no one has the complete list of tasks, and no one will know what tasks anyone else has unless a character chooses to share. It’s up to your character whether they complete their tasks by charm, bribery, trickery, force, wit, or a mix of all of these. Or whether they ignore them entirely.

The overall goal of the tasks is just to prompt both cooperative and hostile interaction, like icebreaker bingo meets capture the flag meets Lord of the Flies. There will be no IC reward for completing any of the tasks-- though characters are free to assume that there is (the aforementioned "wish"). However there is an OOC a reward for participation. More on that below. The tasks are as follows:
1. Save the princess
2. Restore the rightful heir to the throne
3. Make a person with brown eyes ruler of the city
4. Make a person with green eyes ruler of the city
5. Make yourself ruler of the city
6. Become the first person to drink from the Holy Grail
7. Cast the Holy Grail into the fires of volcano before anyone can drink from it
8. Destroy the Dark Lord
9. Destroy the superweapon
10. Make peace between unlike peoples
11. Make a sacrifice and commit a betrayal
12. Protect books
13. Solve the mystery of the empty city
14. Shake hands with everyone born in February
15. Kiss two people with black hair
16. Prevent public displays of affection
17. Become the world’s greatest idol
18. Throw the Holy Grail through a basketball hoop
19. Throw the rightful heir to the throne through a basketball hoop
20. Throw a basketball into the volcano

setting.
As your character tries to fulfill tasks or thwart others (or do nothing...) they may end up exploring. Here’s what they’ll find.

The City, Generally
Most of the city resembles an idyllic 1960s urban center, though all done in curving chrome and brilliant bubbling glass. Oh, and it’s abandoned. There aren’t even any animals. The streets are deserted, and every interior surface is covered in a thick veil of red dust. There’s no evidence of a disaster, or a hurried evacuation, or even an instant disappearance. Clothes are hung, beds are made, dishes are stacked away. Really, it looks as though everyone tidied up, went on vacation en masse, and never came back.

The city is bisected east to west by a large, placid canal spanned by several elegantly arching bridges. The city is densely built, but the local parks have started to overgrow their bounds, so the city is dotted with masses of red-tinged, unkempt vegetation. It must be summer or fall here, because the bushes and trees are heavy with edible fruits.

The Palace
At the north of the city is a palace, a graceful, shining cluster of four minarets. The palace had a low wall, once, but the wall has been swallowed up by an enormous bramble, with thorns as long as an arm and roses the same rusty color as the sky. The palace grounds are overgrown, but thankfully less thorny. The minarets are filled with the usual palace things: kitchens and ballrooms, stables and treasure rooms, bedrooms and war rooms. The library is filled with books in a language that no one will be able to read; the armories are stocked with everything from swords to crossbows to revolvers to rayguns, though, mysteriously, nothing more technologically advanced than modern-day technology is functioning, and none of the futuristic technology can be rehabilitated. The largest room, located in the northernmost minaret, is the throne room, a great arching room that draws the eye to the red-gold throne. The throne is empty, of course.

The Temple
To the very south of the city is the temple, a red-stone pyramid whose rustic materials and sharp lines stand in sharp contrast to the chrome-and-curves of the rest of the city. The temple, too, is filled with everything you’d expect from a temple: work spaces, spaces for worship, spaces for rest, even a weapons cache almost as well-stocked and diverse as the palace’s – although again, anything more futuristic than modern-day technology is dead and cannot be repaired. Parts of the temple are opulently decorated with gold and jewels, others are spartan. In a humble room at the very top of the pyramid is a single wooden altar, upon which rests a simple wooden chalice.

Outside the City Walls
Several miles east of the city lies a smoking volcano, belching a slender but constant ribbon of soot into the pink sky. The land to the north, east, and south of the city is reddish-brown. Most of it looks like it was farmland once; there are picket fences and empty farmhouses and barns, mostly clustered around the banks of the canal. But the fields and orchards are overgrown now, and the dirt roads are being overtaken by restless vegetation. It will go on forever like this, no matter how far you walk or run or fly. To the west, the canal flows into a salty indigo sea that stretches as far as you can see (or swim, or sail, if you manage to build a boat. It’s big).


power nerfing.
The arrival power nerfing is in place for all characters: all magical abilities are nerfed; any being larger than 20 meters is scaled down to 20 meters; the magical component of any magical weaponry is nerfed; any technology more advanced than 2015/2016 technology is nerfed. (Powers can be regained and weapons repowered in game! But for now, nerfed.)


have fun!
Reserves open on December 18 and applications open December 23rd (for reserved characters) and December 24th (for unreserved characters). We hope you'll come back to apply!

Additionally, because of the game’s meta-premise, your characters will not remember this TDM when they arrive in the game. They may remember it several months into the game as part of a planned event, if you choose. However, you can convert activity in the TDM into "solar quartz," which allows characters to gain or regain abilities in-game. For every 500 words written by you or 15 comments posted by you, your character will receive one piece of quartz upon arrival in the game. (Maximum trade-in, three pieces per character.)
falsesmile: (that's so sweet.)

[personal profile] falsesmile 2015-12-05 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, good to know they heard the same thing about wishes. If the Jedi is throwing this "grail" into a hoop and Vestara is throwing it into a volcano, that means that people have different tasks, even if they were given the same incentive. ]

If it can grant wishes, it must be powerful.

[ Force-powerful, Abeloth-powerful, maybe just money-powerful. The Qrephs could grant plenty of wishes with only credits and mad science. Then she shakes her head and smiles again, a little, almost teasing smile. ]

Or it could just be lying.
resnipstance: unsure, upset, determined (55)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Something about this place is powerful, that's for sure. I've never been anywhere I couldn't use the Force at all before.
falsesmile: (excuse me pardon me)

[personal profile] falsesmile 2015-12-06 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The Force? You're a Jedi?

[ She funnels some of her earlier genuine surprise into it. She's a talented actress, especially when she uses her real emotions to back it up... and especially when no one can read her feelings.

Of course, her ability to lie is limited by her worldview. The absolute safest route would be to deny knowing what the Force is... but Vestara doesn't know about worlds where people don't know at least a little about Jedi and the Force. And so, she's damned herself by revealing that she comes from the same or a similar universe as Ahsoka. ]
resnipstance: conversational, optimistic (29)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-06 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ahsoka also hasn't heard of a place where the Force and the Jedi aren't known, so the question doesn't strike her as anything out of the ordinary.]

That's right. Well, padawan learner, technically.
bokator: (don't find me)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-06 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rose's mouth curls in a sure did expression. She defends: all Ahsoka's movements are met with muscle on connection. Rose has always been a powerhouse, and where she's not quick, she's solid. ]

[ Minutes are enough, she pulls away and holds up both hands. ]

Fair enough. You can hold your own. Don't embarrass yourself with that Jedi crap, just saying.
resnipstance: serious, determined, arms crossed (96)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-06 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ahsoka rests, soon as Rose does. The look she gives Rose, however, is cold.]

It's not an embarrassment to be a Jedi.
bokator: (don't hide)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-06 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Cute.

It is when your [ she gestures to the lightsaber hilt ] sword's not working. Any asshole can build those.
resnipstance: unsure, eyebrow raise (22)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-06 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[eXCUSE YOU? Ahsoka looks at Rose like she's just insulted her dead dog, or something equally horrifying and what-the-fuck-inducing.]

What-- you have no idea what you're talking about, do you?

Do you have any idea what it takes to build a real lightsaber?
bokator: (don't hurt)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-06 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rose returns the look, and then calmly recites the process for building a lightsaber, complete with historical references. Look. Tim Drake is a nerd and he made her watch it for the combat scenes. She really likes Ventress okay. ]

Me and basically everyone at Comic Con. You say you've got the goods, show 'em. Or beat it.
resnipstance: unsure, upset, determined (55)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-06 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I-- I can't.

There's no Force on this planet. None. At all.

[There is a genuine note of panic in her voice.]
unadorned: (pic#1420390)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-12-06 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
A practical one. I'm not going to run around waving my crossbow at imaginary intruders if there aren't going to be any.

Besides, all of the weapons I know of are already here.
violinsnbobbles: (HNNNNNNG)

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[personal profile] violinsnbobbles 2015-12-06 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[By the time the red smoke clears from Vestara's angry, loud kick over the ground, a bare-legged human girl is revealed to be in one of the hallways from the cloud of dust.

Books spread with their strange languages all in front of her, covered with a pastel uniform, and long purple hair with pigtails that might not be a common hair color for humans at all.

Interrupted from her attempted studies as dust hit her eyes, she asks the first logical question as she cowers with two clutched fists over he chest.]


Are you a bully?
sandhate: (pic#9740899)

[personal profile] sandhate 2015-12-07 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes flickering to her for a moment, a slight brow raise at her way too smooth Huttese, then makes a disgruntled noise of agreement. ]

Tell me about it.

[ He grips her shoulder for a moment to feel her there, in a way he can't in the Force right now. ]

What are you here for?
resnipstance: annoyed, judging (72)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-07 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
I was trying to find out the mystery behind why all these people vanished. I've been all over the city. High town, low town, the temple, the outskirts. Nothing! No traces of an evacuation, or an emergency, a plague, a disaster of any description. It's... creepy.
canonballs: (fuck society)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-12-08 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Here... in the palace?

What if someone tries to steal them?
falsesmile: (take a look it's in a book)

[personal profile] falsesmile 2015-12-08 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Technically doesn't matter: what matters to Vestara are I could probably kill this girl and I bet her master is around here somewhere. It's concern about the latter that's keeping Vestara playing nice. It would be difficult if that master walked in on Vestara sticking a parang in his apprentice's back... ]

No wonder you got up here so fast. Stuff like this must be second nature for you.
resnipstance: unsure, skeptical, eyebrow raise (70)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-08 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Well, sort of. It's harder without the Force. This planet is giving me the creeps.
falsesmile: (what are we paying by the laser now)

[personal profile] falsesmile 2015-12-08 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"A bully"? [ she repeats, a hint of genuine surprise in her voice along with incredulity. Vestara Khai is definitely a bully, but she hasn't done anything particularly bully-like in the last few minutes, so what brought this on? She rests a hand on her hip with easy confidence and looks the girl over, taking in everything form her posture to that dust. ] Why?
raindownthesky: (Look away)

Oerba Yun Fang||Final Fantasy XIII Trilogy

[personal profile] raindownthesky 2015-12-09 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[19 and The Palace. Good god. Sorry your highness.]

The feeling had been so comfortable to her. It was almost like when Vanille would lean in to give her a hug, and once it was gone she turned, reaching out and hoping to catch onto whoever it was.
She had secretly hoped it was who she wanted it to be.

No one. Not a single trace of anyone ever having been there, and it sent a chill up her spine before she did a complete circle to try and see if she could track where they went. She knew that she had a task, and it was a ridiculous one, but she knew that regardless of her wants and her needs she had to carry it out, and so without any further hesitation she began to make her way through the palace in hopes of finding who she needed.
violinsnbobbles: (Do not want)

[personal profile] violinsnbobbles 2015-12-09 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[With the dust settled, the schoolgirl had books spread around her, a lot of them, in what could have been either dictionaries, references, or encyclopedias, all of it intelligible to everyone -- something this girl instinctively wished to correct.]

You look angry and mean and have thrown away books... please don't make a disaster from this library. I haven't read any volumes at all yet...
bokator: (when I was a child)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-09 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rose frowns. ]

You don't just shut something like that off. Are we in some kind of other dimension?
burninout: (08)

Son Gohan ★ Dragonball Z ★ Post Buu, Pre BoG

[personal profile] burninout 2015-12-09 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
★ I, Well you're not on Earth at all is the first thing, kid.
[He can't help but be short of breath.

His dark eyes scrape back and forth that 90-some degrees that had only recently been out of his periphery, looking again and again for the owner of those warm arms. Something was... Unsettling. Not necessarily scary, but worrisome. An alien world, a mysterious voice, no ki to be felt...

He straightens up and looks around, squinting instead at the roseate sky. Gohan's heart rate slows once more, bit by bit, and he heaves a deep sigh. If he had to be honest, strange voices in his head and phantom hands weren't really all that abnormal, anymore. Nor were skies that weren't the color he was firmly well-adjusted to.]


Where on Earth have you landed yourself, Gohan?

[Slips through his lips softly, as his mind wanders, finally to the duties the voice had left him with. Those all sounded interesting-fantastic, yes, but on some level logical. Well, except for that basketball one...]

★ II, MYSTERIES, YOU SAY?
[He takes broad steps through the wide, empty courtyard of the palace. Come to think of it, this whole situation is a little less upsetting than he had thought it would be. Sure, there was a lot to-do about throwing things into volcanoes, apparently, but who was he to argue? Better than feeding women to dinosaurs, right?

And, besides. Solve a mystery and protect some books? Like he could have it any better! Especially because, hopefully, the two would be connected. Gohan rounds the corner inside, and into a room that-oh, goodness, finally seems awash in books. He sprints forward, greedily pulling a tome out and opening it, eyes skidding over...

What was this gibberish? Man, maybe he really did need that eye exam that Hercule had been badgering him over.]


★ III, Come on and Slam, and welcome to the...
[The thing about big abandoned cities was how hard it was to come by otherwise normal sundries. Trustworthy food, (he'd had enough of eating strange fruits off strange plants, thank you. Not a mistake he would ever make again!) friendly people with directions, and especially basketballs. All his wandering had, finally, led him to what looked like an overgrown park. Maybe there was a play area, and maybe that play area would have-

Movement catches his eye-which is thankful, because with his senses blocked, he probably would have never caught onto someone else anywhere nearby him.]


Hello! Excuse me!

[He extends an arm up and waves it around, trying to draw attention towards him.]
burninout: (11)

[personal profile] burninout 2015-12-09 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was getting increasingly hard not to be nervous around this place with all that mysterious clanging going on.

Gohan feels like he's getting closer, however, and now he's hearing "whoosh" before each jarring clatter. Another corner, and oh-thank-the-skies-it's-a-person. With a crossbow, sure, but like he's ever been cautious around one of those things. He saddles the dozen heavy books in his arms a bit higher on his chest and steps forward, clearing his throat loudly in a hope to draw her attention.]
burninout: (12)

[personal profile] burninout 2015-12-09 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey! Hey, miss!

[It comes from a distance, at first, but soon the young man would come into sight. His hair is full of reddish leaves and his gi is dusted with pink dirt, and he comes to a halt nearby her looking about as crazy as he can possibly look.]

Hi, yes, are you--are you a local?
raindownthesky: (Pose)

Oh bless you, Gohan.

[personal profile] raindownthesky 2015-12-09 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now, normally she was prone to judge the state of her safety and the state of someone's mentality based off of appearances as well as the aura they gave off.
Considering she has found herself in a strange universe, very, very far away from home was something she was used to, although on a much smaller scale. Try being a planet over, and about five hundred years or so in the future.
This was something she could adjust well to. However, a man running towards her with leaves in his hair and dirt on his clothes, while not the strangest thing she's seen in her life, was enough to put her on alert. She widened her stance, if only just a little, her feet shoulder's length apart as she eyes him cautiously.
]

I'm afraid I'm not, sorry. Though... you don't seem to be either if I'm not mistaken, unless dirt and leaves are the fashion sense here? I must have missed a memo somewhere.

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