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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters2017-04-04 08:54 am
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TEST DRIVE :003


TEST DRIVE :003


     WELCOME to the test drive and thank you for your interest in Station 72! To allow players to experiment with game mechanics, flexibility and to account for the fact that our TDMs tend to span a number of months to make up for our low player turnover, we've put together a game-themes random scenario generator for you to play with. Mix and match prompts at will, pick your own broodmates, experiment with abilities and specializations, talk to each other and maybe make up some pre-established CR, and generally play around however you like.

This test drive is not game canon, so take this chance to go nuts! Current in game players are also welcome to make top levels here and aren't beholden to their in-game characterizations (so if it makes more sense to be a broodmates of a character test driving, feel free to do so for the sake of these threads).

For the full experience, we strongly encourage players to write up a short blurb about what their fellow characters might know about them either through shared time on the Station or through the Nest mental link. Handy links can be found at the bottom of this entry if you have any questions and APPLICATIONS are always open if you decide you'd like to jump into the game proper. If you're having trouble coming up with a symbiote ability for your character for use in either the TDM or for your application, we have an ability workshop post located HERE.


(Mix and match these prompts at will to create your own TDM scenario - there's no obligation to use something from every category. Feel free to make up anything that isn't covered in the prompt if it lends to your playing.)


     THE PLACE

1. STATION 72 consists of massive, alien sprawl. While large sections of the Station might be mistaken for a Station manufactured for use by humanoid beings - the hangar is relatively standard other than its massive size, the Life Support deck with its series of living quarters seems normal enough (if you ignore the part where none of the rooms have doors on them), and there's even a Jai Alai court -, beyond the most well trod paths the Station quickly cedes to the utterly bizarre. Corridors twist and loop back in on themselves, great verandas overlook massive empty rooms, ramps because stairs which lead to dead ends. It's easy to get lost if you don't have a destination in mind. Strangely enough, if you do know where you want to be, the Station's twisting paths will eventually get you there as long as you keep your goal firmly in mind. Knowing that is another thing entirely.

2. THE MELTED WORLD was once beautiful. Then again, maybe it's always been a toughened old rock, but at some point the planet called Ojan was glassed in the throes of a brutal war. The planet's entire surface has become a twisted, mirror-like substance by whatever super hot biological weapon was poured into it. The material isn't actually that horrible, consuming black; it perfectly reflects the empty, quiet space that surrounds Ojan: a foreboding testament to a war long forgotten. But what lies below the surface of the desolated world?

3. THE SCEPTRE is a fabulous building structure suspended from an asteroid in orbit around a planet. The Sceptre pierces down through the atmosphere of the planet below and over the course of the asteroid's orbit, The Sceptre has an opportunity to pass through every habitat and climate the world below it has to offer. The Sceptre is sleek and beautiful (or it is? Maybe it's fallen into disrepair and only ghosts remain) and its massive windows look out onto a varied, verdant world (or do they? What state is the planet below in, exactly? Has it been so thoroughly paved over that the atmosphere is the only place left to build?).

4. PENTARA PRIME is the ancient, meandering capital of the lush garden world of Pentara. Unlike most cities, it is a large, verdant sprawl, made up eighteen clustered centers - groups of low, elegant stone buildings, strung together by winding roads populated with quietly humming pods moving people from spoke to spoke. The capital is built around leisure, not production and there are far more gardens and orchards than there are buildings. The sun is heavy and low, and the air is still and buzzes with the sounds of fat-bodied insects. It’s so still, so calm. It seems empty and there is something unsettling in the quiet. --Or is it? Maybe it's bustling with energy, just as vibrant and delightful as it seems on the surface.

5. CHORIUS is not quite a planet. Not anymore. Once long ago it was, but over time it has changed - been stripped clean of every valuable mineral, every scrap of rare metal, and eventually even of atmosphere. The core has cooled perceptibly and now even its rotation period has slowed dramatically. Now it is a made up of shaped carbon and steel that bridge over the stripped surface of the planet, pulsing with energies, shielded from the harshness of the sun by a webbed dome that keeps the electric scented air from escaping into the space around it. Here nothing is wasted. Everything - everyone - is recycled and reconstituted into new forms. Every one of the cities changes daily, reformatted to meet new goals and new needs. It is a dead world filled with the living. But whether it is thriving or dying is hard to say - and what the newest change will bring with it is even more difficult to guess.

6. SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER. There's a lot of it in every direction.

     THE PEOPLE

1. THE OUTLANDERS consist of small bands of settlers and explorers who have quested out into the unknown, the remote, and the dessicated parts of this galaxy looking for either new opportunities or forgotten mysteries. They are mostly upright though only vaguely humanoid, remnants of a civilization driven from their own failing world, each group is bound only by their own codes and personal laws. They're traders and nomads, largely peaceful but wary of the harsh, dangerous environment and beings they've crossed paths with. Don't cross a deal with an Outlander - they'll make you regret it.

2. A VERITABLE MELTING POT, the beings of this metropolis are as vibrant and diverse as is imaginable. These are a people developed by a myriad of cultural influences, technological insights, overlapping interests and clashing societal norms shaken up and spit out into something that more or less works as long as there's a whole lot of bureaucracy to keep it in order. And boy is there a lot of that. Mind your p's and q's - someone might haul you in for questioning if you cause too much of an uproar.

3. A RUINED GHOST is all that remains of this ancient civilization. Once there were people here leading brilliant or lives, or quiet ones, but all that's left are their ruined structures, old half-functional consoles and signs of lives abruptly arrested. What destroyed these people is initially unclear, but their extinction appears to have been absolute. --Or was it?

4. THE COURT is elegant and beautiful and perfect. Every being is shrouded in delicate, gauzy fabrics layered so densely as to obscure their elongated squirming bodies from head to toe. Each step sounds like a bell ringing from the the small metal plates at the bottom of their soft slippers; every gloved finger glints with small golden threads. The queens sweep through their secret insect gardens and their royal technomancers walk the halls with the glitter of hologlyphs sparkling at their fingertips and in the wake of their sweeping robes.

5. THE GREAT MILITARY is larger even than it’s name suggests. Every member of their civilization plays some part in it, every person has a rank, every family an insignia. The structure is rigid and inflexible and all-encompassing, and it has made them into ferocious enemies. They have been at war for as long as they have been a people, and their battle will never end, because if it did, they would go with it. The harshness of their life is painted on the sharp planes of their grey faces, but there is an indomitability and a pride to them that is hidden by their stern, unchanging expressions.

6. SCUM ALWAYS LIVES at the edge of the universe. Beware the dark of the space and the seedier underbelly of cities or the shadows of forgotten planet - pirates make their living there and these are desperate times, friend.

     THE OBJECTIVE

1. GET UP from where you've fallen. Or get up from the nesting deck pod where you've just woken up on the Station. Or get up to Level 672 where there's a ship waiting for you. Or get up from the knee you've taken before this alien queen. Get up.

2. THE RESCUE might be saving a city from a disaster engineered by an enemy force, playing bodyguard for a government official, or liberating a rare artifact from a crumbling structure.

3. IT'S A RACE AGAINST TIME to collect the relic you've been sent to retrieve from the collapsing ruin. Or to make your way free of the military blockade. Or to make your escape from a crumbling world.

4. THE MASQUERADE is all a cover - for an assassination. For a heist. For a political coup.

5. INFILTRATE you know what you need. And you know who has it. With a little help you’ll be able to break into the place no one is supposed to go. You could sneak in… or smash in. Or maybe just talk your way past every little problem.

6. COME ON AND SLAM and welcome to the jam. It’s a ritual or maybe it’s just a pastime, but whichever it is there are rules and there is a goal. There’s probably even points. If you’re lucky, you just might score one. Avoid the spiky pits? Or maybe the thrown fruit. Or perhaps just the other team...

6. EXPLORE and uncover the secrets this place have to offer. There’s a mystery here if you know where to find it. And all you have to do is look.

7. DON'T DIE is easy to say and hard to do when you're under the guns of an armada. Or when you're trying to outwit spies. Or when the ground is literally crumbling under your feet.


     INSPIRATION







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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's here to help. ]

Been a while.

[ A possibly less than subtle confirmation of the fact that he's perfectly aware of where this all came from. He's not trying to shame Bakugo for it, though; if this place takes shape from the mind, then it's natural that such memories would be close to the surface of Bakugo's consciousness. He's not so far from his playground days.

Anyway, the huge fang teeth on the bumper car grills kind of gave it away.

Aizawa runs a hand along the bars of a jungle gym, testing the solidity of it, his expression and tone unchanging. Thinking: So that's how this place is, huh. ]


I don't have anywhere else to go, regardless. Looks like you're stuck with me.

[ Not untrue--but also designed not to prod at Bakugo's pride. Regardless of what the kid thinks, he's still a kid, and still--to Aizawa's mind--his responsibility.

He knocks on the gym's bars, listens to the metallic clang that follows. ]


In light of that, how about you tell me how you got here?

[ What had Bakugo seen? What had he gone through? ]
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the landscape is a little warped, courtesy of time and distance from childish memories, but the room's features are distinctive enough. it's definitely a playland, for someone caught somewhere between youth and adulthood. the jungle gym becomes a landmark, and he scales it effortlessly, cupping his hands over his eyes - trying to see into the distance, past the dark shadows and warehouse-like scale of the room. ]

Could be worse.

[ accepting, then? ]

I walked. [ avoiding the Real Question: ] I woke up in what felt like the fuckin' morgue, and walked outta' there. Been looking for a way out since.
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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes; he could be All Might.

Aizawa sighs. He glances up at Bakugo for just a second, eyes narrowing slightly, and then starts walking forward again. Wherever they are, the only way out is through. ]


Answer what I'm asking.
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ SHIT THAT'D BE SO MUCH WORSE.

aizawa uses the "teacher voice" though, and part of bakugo bristles. automatic and reflexive, but he hops down from his vantage point and follows in aizawa's wake. strangely silent, for a while, as he finds the words to describe the shit that happened. ]
-- I thought it was one of those noumu things, at first.

[ he drags his feet a little, slouching into his damn pockets as he recounts the memory ]

It wasn't, though. It was a fuckton worse. It wrecked the school and hurt a lot of people and I could...

[ he stops now, fists clenching and unclenching in violent little gestures ]

Man, I heard could hear it calling my name. Just my name, over and over.
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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that's much worse than what he expected to hear. Only the worst for his students, it seems. He pauses, though he doesn't turn around. ]

But someone else came for you.

[ As they had for him. ]
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I didn't know who they were.

[ he also pauses, picking up on the sudden absence of footsteps in front of him; it's not like he's looked up from the toes of his own shoes. everything just so --

visceral ( memories of a building, crumpling under the weight of something amorphous and towering, connected to the sky -- the sky itself was hunting, calling his name. his name, this was his fault, again; memories of classmates looking to him, for him. ) he'd run. he'd called out in return to the thing, a thunderous display of power to push everyone away, to draw it in -- ]


I thought I could handle it. It wanted me, not them. So, I ran -- tried to get it away from the school, and it. It wasn't stupid.

[ HE was stupid, that's for sure ]

I went with the weirdo after that, and ended up here. Like you do, y'know?
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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He deadpans. ]

Of course.

[ Which means: I'm glad you're safe.

He's quiet for a second, thinking. What Bakugo just described sounded like a scenario designed to ensnare him specifically. Flashy, outsized, demanding as much power in return as it put out. Demanding that he play the biggest, baddest hero. Memories of his own experience filter through as he mulls it over. A night patrol; a sudden altercation. A dread so deep it felt unnaturally placed inside of him, like a worm, a poison. A villain who knew more than his name; a savior reaching from the darkness. Calling this way, this way. Calling help me.

The situation wasn't rational. ]


I'm not entirely sure that what I experienced was real.

[ At the same time, he's awash in his own and his student's very real emotions, in foreign images that are nevertheless sparkling clear. ]

But I can't deny that it was effective.
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-09 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought it might have been that guy, too.

[ all for one.

he'd been the most powerful thing to witness, firsthand. not as great as all might, in the end, but the cost had been - it'd been awful. and on the heel of that knowledge, the assault on the school and his foolish flight had done little to absolve him of the cold kernel of guilt and shame. it felt like a nightmare, all of it. maybe they were all dead, dreaming, caught up in some strange quirk? all he remembered was his name, on the un-tongue of some great skyborn threat. ]


Yeah. Effective as motherfuck'n fish for cats. [ ugh ] Why'd you end up here, though?

[ yeah why ]

I got the impression that if I left, you'd be fine.
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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-12 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not likely, Aizawa thinks, but admittedly: not impossible. He knows about the prison where they're keeping All For One, and it's no joke. Still, if anyone could manage it ... Aizawa doesn't want to press that line of thought to its conclusion. There's no point in it, and no point in discussing it with Bakugo, either. He's fairly sure that their situation is a whole other issue altogether, anyway.

He raises an eyebrow at the 'if I left' comment. ]


I didn't even know you were gone.

[ Not to say that he wouldn't come after Bakugo, had he known. He would have, of course. Surely that's obvious. ]

Something ambushed me while I was out on patrol.

[ The situation had gotten out of hand so quickly. He doesn't want to admit it, and particularly not to his student, but he'd been so overwhelmed that he'd thought it was the end of him. And then--the voice. A way out.

He shakes his head. ]


Then I got lured in, more or less. Same as you.
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-18 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ didn't even know he was gone

EXCUSE YOU HE'S HARD TO MISS ]


Shit.

[ he picks his head up; not one to mope, not when there's still things to do. space to explore, fights to throw himself into. people to protect - even if those people are a pack of foreign weirdos that are suddenly all up in his business like they've got any right to him. there's a thing in his head, they told him. it binds him to a group, but it doesn't mean he's got to be cohesive. or to accept it, and oh boy oh boy, does he reject them all. viciously, physically. he wasn't one to hang out with his classmates, what makes this buncha' fucks think he's gonna be magically agreeable?

which brings him to his next question: ]
Did our weirdo-cryptic "saviors" give you psychic powers too?

[ he punts one of the light, plastic balls across the room. listens to it bounce along, and then he mounts the fence in front of the monstrous-looking battlecars. ]

S'like they knew how to trick us into agreeing. Do-or-die. Or other people'd hurt, instead.
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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-10-28 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ UNDOUBTEDLY SO BUT HE NEVER MADE IT BACK TO THE SCHOOL ... ]

Yeah.

[ He scratches at his cheek, frowning. Ever since he came to in this place, he's felt it like a chorus. Thrumming in the back of his mind, rising and falling in pitch as he moved from area to area. With Bakugo, the connection seems to have narrowed, focused in. Other voices whisper still, indistinct, but it's Bakugo's fiery temperament that keeps crashing against him now, like waves against a rock. ]

It's gonna take some getting used to.

[ He sounds as calmly monotone as ever, and in truth--with Bakugo, at least--it's mostly just an inconvenience so far. He has a pretty good grasp of Bakugo's mindset as it stands, and having an actual psychic link to the kid pretty much just keeps confirming stuff he already knew.

But when it comes to other people, to strangers? Well, he'll deal with it when he gets there. ]


As for the people who brought us here, I expect they did a little analysis before pulling us in. It was calculated, but ...

[ He sighs. ]

The urgency felt real.

[ A LOGICAL RUSE, perhaps. ]
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[personal profile] incinerates 2017-10-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)

Yeah, well. I'm not eager to go dumpster diving so soon.

[ Bakugo you can't all other people's brains TRASH.............

perhaps the only reason that he's so calm right now, and hasn't ( yet ) gone nuclear on his surroundings, is because his teacher's got a calmer brainspace than him. it's distracting enough to keep Bakugo on the straight and narrow. that, and Aizawa has never been patronizing towards him, or done anything much more than challenge him -- and be a freakin' badass. there's respect, humming around in that connection. not enough to curb his tongue or his attitude

but enough that keeps him steady on. ]


When I get my hands on that creep who lured me in... an' that big stupid monster, too -- !!

[ the rest is left up to imagination ]

Oi, teach'. [ he's caught for a moment, peering through the monster-truck bumper cars, sighting something in the distance ] I think I see the way to the next room.

[ pointing.......... it's just over the nasty looking obstacle course of death and evisceration ( coool )

you know, nothing new for Heroes ]

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[personal profile] eyedrop 2017-11-09 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ This kid is so fuckin' rude. Aizawa's never questioned Bakugo's many talents--there's no doubt that he has conviction to spare, and the raw ability to back it up, besides. But his childish pride and his irrational temper do him no favors. If Aizawa's own comparatively ordered mind can serve as a mitigating influence in any capacity, then he can't say he regrets their connection. ]

Hm. Best to focus on moving forward, for now.

[ They have no way of even finding the monsters that hunted them, nor--Aizawa's supposing--the people who rescued them. He expects the latter might be around here somewhere, though. He starts off ahead of Bakugo, loosening the scarf around his neck. It has more uses than just wrapping people up and throwing them around. If he examines the layout of the next room carefully, he knows he can find a safe way through all the chainsaws and lasers and whatever the hell else somebody dreamed up. ]

Give me a minute.