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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.)
unadorned: (Default)

Kingdom of Prussia (Hetalia)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-27 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The less than friendly noises echoing along the halls of the palace continue with an obnoxious persistance, a swooping whistle through the air punctuated with a loud clang, and then nothing--until the next whistle comes along. There is a very physical evidence of every sound, a pockmarked wall where bolts decorate the space above in an erratic pattern.

Another bolt pierces the air and embeds itself noisily into the wall courtesy of the crossbow hefted by an absent looking, if meticulous, white haired women. From the number of the bolts, it seems she's been at the task of "decorating" the throne room for the past hour.]
canonballs: (fuck society)

Leopard (Sora wo Kakeru Shoujo): 1, 5, 13, 14, 17

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-27 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Make those intentions clear (just after arrival)
[ A rumbling laughter fills the square, beginning low and sinister and ending up... boomingly loud but not quiiiite low-pitched enough to be convincingly menacing.

The large black cube in the middle of the square seems to think it should be menacing, though. He rocks energetically on one tip, his single red eye wide and glinting in the rusty light. ]


That's right! The one who will rule this city is... me, Leopard!

[ The tips of his casing waggle energetically, and he spins in place as if making a grand gesture of taking in his city. ]

It's only natural, after all. I'm the most qualified, the smartest, the most handsome, the most impressive! It's obvious that everyone would want me in charge. Any second now, people are sure to burst into a spontaneous parade celebrating my arrival. And there's bound to be heartfelt letters, too. Let's see, they could be Dear Leopard -- no, that's too casual for the ruler of a city like this. More like... Dear Spectacular Leopard! I like the sound of that! [ Oh god the tips of his casing are waggling with even more self-important adulation now. ] Empty city, my ass! Once everyone finds out that I'm here, they're sure to come back -- running back!

Hey! You! Don't you have some monument to my perfection to start working on?

B. And some people lack the attention span (or humility?) for assigned tasks (a while after arrival)
[ In a corner of the palace, the spectacular Leopard is scooping a bag of red dust into a small cloth sachet, then dunking the bag into a dingy, chipped teacup full of broken water. Where did he acquire the tea cup? Ah, he just has a knack for acquiring junk… ]

Ah, the fragrant rooibos, not a truly refined or classical blend, but in the depths of this internetless hell a world-class tea meister must seek out the best that he can. Yes, yes, I can smell the earthy, woody taste of the bush from some place no one cares about, freshly plucked and then left here to stagnate – clearly, no one here had a palette as refined as mine. I have taken up a great and burdensome task of my own design, but one more important than anything given by invisible voices! Yes! I, Leopard, shall teach this city how to appreciate tea! Bow before me, not only as the greatest being in this city, but as its greatest tea connoisseur!

[ The pile of red dirt continues to steep ineffectually. ]
canonballs: (!!!)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An oversized black cube tumbles into the room, skidding to a halt with a screech that... tears a furrow in the floor. ]

Oi! What do you think you're doing, wrecking my palace?

[ It's supposed to sound grandiose, but comes out slightly shrill and panicky -- not to mention completely unaware that he just put a big groove in the palace floor himself. ]
unadorned: (pic#6426045)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-28 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Testing my weapon. What does it look like?

[To make a point, she fires the last bolt, before hoisting the crossbow over one shoulder dismissively; a gesture that would have been more impressive with her usual strength (which seems to be missing for some reason).]

Are you sure sure this is actually your palace? You're not babysitting it for anyone else or anything?
canonballs: (help meeeeeee)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-28 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a good thing she's not pointing it at him! ... because he would freak the hell out obnoxiously. As it is, he puffs up as best as he's able to given that he's a cube, this shell separating a bit from his one red eye. ]

It looks like an idiot making a mess! An idiot who can't even recognize the fated ruler of this city!
unadorned: (No love left in me)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-28 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[There will be time later to contemplate whether The Box is currently possessed by a vengeful spirit--and react accordingly. As it stands, The Box sounds more indignant than menacing, and so she shelves the instinctive urge to cross herself for later.]

Have your minions clean it up. Besides, what's a throne hall without some incidental damage?



Wait, you're not the ruler of this place yet, right?
canonballs: (shiver shiver)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-28 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He leans in close to her. The giant red eye says evil spirit, but the melodramatic boyish voice says dumbass. ]

Of course I'm the ruler! The most intelligent, the most poised, the most excellent -- that's me, the only choice to lead this city!

[ There is just zero self-awareness in his voice or overbearing posture. ]
unadorned: (Barely cold in her grave)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-28 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
So why aren't you sitting on that thing and fed grapes already?! [and if he's the ruler to be restored, where the hell was everyone else?]

Or were you actually waiting for help?
canonballs: (get outta here dead leaves)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-28 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
B-because --

[ Even when he stammers, it comes out in a try-hard boom. Gotta think fast, Leopard! ]

Because there are annoying vandals to deal with!
unadorned: (Just give in to it never think again)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-29 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what you get for not having a right hand's man ar--

[Does this thing even have hands]

A trusty advisory and knight to do your bidding. And what do you know, I happen to be in the business of bringing kings to greatness and defending various religious causes since the 1190s.

Now give me a hand or the equivalent of to shake.

canonballs: (fuck society)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-30 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Certainly!

[ His voice booms with gleeful self-congratulation. Hahahaha, he's done it! He's acquired a loyal follower! Consolidating his rule on the city -- no, the planet! -- can't be far behind! ]
canonballs: (;;;;;;;)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-11-30 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The booming note disappears and he visibly shrinks in on himself, the outer shell of his armor closing in on his big ol' eye. ]

Except... I seem to have misplaced my hands...
Edited (i can spell) 2015-11-30 21:50 (UTC)
unadorned: (The one without a name)

[personal profile] unadorned 2015-11-30 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least she knows what she's dealing with from the get go. She gives it a hearty pat on the surface and hopes her hand doesn't melt off.]

Right. Now care to tell me why there's anyone else around?
canonballs: (fuck society)

[personal profile] canonballs 2015-12-04 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That's...!

[ His voice builds to a crescendo, as though he's about to make a significant pronouncement... and then it just drops off into the abyss. ]

... classified!
actionshot: (separation)

Maya Toomi | Fafner: Exodus (post episode-22) | 10 and 15 at least

[personal profile] actionshot 2015-12-05 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
1. Arrival

[ She struggles hard against the invisible grip holding her in place, even as she listens to the words. She has plenty of wishes, of course, but not wishes that she trusts an unseen speaker to grant for her. It reminds her too much of are you there? ringing in her mind.

So she's on edge when the voice finally lets go of her, taking a sharp breath and spinning around to take in as much as she can as quickly as she can. She reaches for the pistol her sister gave her, but it's long gone. Disregarding the other people in the square for a quick moment, she scans the scene for any evidence of the quiet speaker. ]


Where are you?


B. Supplies

[ She climbs the stairs to the roof of a nearby building to get a sense for the lay of the land. The glass and metal reminds her more of Darwin than Tatsumiya or even Srinegar; it puts her even more on edge. Taking in the hedge of thorns around the minarets, she decides to scavenge around the imposing Temple instead.

That's how she winds up in the weapons cache of the Temple, inspecting guns and ammunition and quietly thankful for every minute of training she put in with Mizuguchi's team. She slips a pistol into the waistband of her khaki prisoner's jumpsuit and ammunition into its many pockets, then begins inspecting the harder stuff. Some of it looks more like a miniaturized version of a Fafner's weapon; when she can't get it to start, she ignores it and moves to the older mechanical items. She finds the pieces to assemble a semi-familiar sniper rifle model and begins checking the scope.

She would never have reached for a weapon this quickly before she left Tatsumiya. But after the long journey from Srinegar --

Her fingers tighten on the cool metal. Something in her has changed for the worse, unquestionably. But the outside world has made it clear that the change is here to stay, at least until she can make it home. ]



C. Night

[ As the distant sun falls, she holes herself up toward the top of one of the many abandoned buildings, a place with solid walls but enough windows for good shots. She makes a dent in her pilfered provisions, wraps herself tight in a dusty blanket, and wonders if she'll ever be able to get to sleep in a situation as strange as this. ]
Edited 2015-12-05 04:28 (UTC)
resnipstance: unsure, eyebrow raise (22)

ahsoka tano | star wars | OTA

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
1. at the temple
[Ahsoka makes her way to the Temple first. That's the most obvious place to find a Holy Grail, right? She makes short work of the pyramid and goes straight for the wooden chalice. Picking it up, she hefts it from hand to hand, thinking.]

Ha. Got you.

... At least, I think, anyway. [She squints at the chalice and brings it up to eye level.] You're significantly "Holy Grail"-ish, right?

Well, guess there's only one way to find out. [She shrugs. Better get out of here before someone else comes and tries to steal her prize.]

2. the city square
[Well, this is creepy. An entire city with no inhabitants and no signs of disaster or decay? Ahsoka shudders. It feels wrong. By that logic, she guesses, the only way to complete a mission involving other people is to stay in the city square, where others like her seem to be arriving.

She leans on a wall with her arms crossed, scrutinizing every person who arrives closely, looking for... what? Something, that's for sure. She's totally lost in concentration, eyes roaming over every individual she can see. It would be easy to take her by surprise.

Alternatively, maybe you're someone she walks up to and approaches. If you are, you might find Ahsoka suddenly walking up to you, saying:]
Excuse me.

3. the palace
[Solve the mystery of the empty city... huh? This one, she would want to know the answer to even if it hadn't been assigned to her. Her search takes her through the streets, through civilian homes, but so far she's found nothing. Eventually, she winds up at the palace. She looks up at the looming structure and shrugs. She's tried everywhere else. Why not here?

Easier said than done, however. She doesn't count on just how thick the brambles are. She gets out her lightsabers to cut through them, but for some reason they won't turn on. Visceral swearing in several languages can then be heard throughout the outer rim of the palace as Ahsoka makes her way through, shoving brambles this way and that.

Eventually, though, she makes her way through-- not that she has it much easier there, either. First she pilfers a sword from the treasury and hangs it on her waist. But then, making her way through the upper levels, she accidentally steps on a rotten floorboard and CRACK, the whole thing gives way beneath her.

Ahsoka's yell of surprise can be heard echoing throughout the palace many rooms away, then a THUD as she lands on the floor of the room beneath. To add insult to injury, another load of debris falls and lands on top of her.

Oh god. Her everything hurts. More swearing ensues.]
bokator: (don't flinch)

2.

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-05 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Save the princess? You're fucking kidding me.

[ Rose has a memo note with her, because why the hell not. This bullshit unseen voice with its list of damn stupid things — but there's something at the end of it, there's always a dumb prize at the end. She stalks through the square, radiating don't screw with me. Ahsoka is somehow either resistant or unconcerned. ]

Yeah, what do you want?
resnipstance: neutral, curious (63)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Both? Ahsoka is probably both. She's seen scarier.]

You're stuck in the same boat as me, right? You got some weird... mission-type-thing?
bokator: (& a place)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-05 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that — whatever it was gave me a list.

[ She narrows her eye. ]

If this is a cue for a team-up, forget it. I work alone.

[ She is vengeance and the night, Ahsoka. It's tragic. ]
resnipstance: smiling (44)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
But-- you have to rescue the princess, right? I overheard you.

[She doesn't look even a bit apologetic.]

Well, I have to restore the rightful heir to the throne! If the princess isn't the rightful heir... at least she'll know who is, right?
bokator: (you have few choices)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-05 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Give her a second to process this. ]

[ Three seconds, actually. ]

I'm not gonna pick up your slack. Do you fight?
resnipstance: neutral, assessing (14)

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ahsoka just folds her arms across her chest like "PLEASE." Notably though, they do have muscle in them.]

... I'm a Jedi.

[Like that explains everything. Thanks for nothing, Ahsoka.]
bokator: (you'll soon find)

[personal profile] bokator 2015-12-05 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay look she's watched Star Wars, she gets this cosplay bullshit. The girl looks alien enough, but so does everybody with good makeup. ]

Prove it.
resnipstance: bemused (13)

1/2

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Really. REALLY???

Ahsoka gives her the world's most exasperated look and a put upon sigh, before she unclips a lightsaber from her belt and turns it on.

... Or at least, attempts to turn it on.]
resnipstance: unsure, eyebrow raise (22)

2/2

[personal profile] resnipstance 2015-12-05 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[JOKE'S ON AHSOKA BECAUSE LIGHTSABERS ARE NERFED.

The lightsaber does not turn on.]


What the-- [Click. Click click click. Clickity click.]

[She picks up her other lightsaber on her belt and tries that one too. No juice.]

... This ... usually works.

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