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test drive meme: april 2020
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.
▶ All TDM threads can be considered game canon, and current players are welcome to either top-level on the TDM so prospective players can tag them, or use the prompts for logs or network posts on the communities. All threads on the TDM can be used for Activity Check.
▶ SPECIAL NOTE: We're only a month off from the 1 year anniversary of the first TDM, and we received this request for a fancy dress ball, so we thought it would befunny fun to run with it! This TDM will only have one prompt/event, as the monthly log with a bit more plot-related stuff will be going up on Friday May 1st.
▶ All TDM threads can be considered game canon, and current players are welcome to either top-level on the TDM so prospective players can tag them, or use the prompts for logs or network posts on the communities. All threads on the TDM can be used for Activity Check.
▶ SPECIAL NOTE: We're only a month off from the 1 year anniversary of the first TDM, and we received this request for a fancy dress ball, so we thought it would be
a. an invitation.
There are ears everywhere in Anchor. A maintenance bot here, a surveillance AI there. SINI, restlessly pacing the dark digital hallways as she watches over the things that still matter to her. It doesn't take long for word to get out about Starscream's expedition plans. It takes an even shorter time for that news to circulate amongst Anchor's robo-population.
They know when you're unhappy. They always know.
It's why residents will start waking up one fine day to find gorgeous clothes laid out for them to wear and an invitation to a formal dinner taking place down at the plaza at Anchor’s base. The clothes aren't particularly specific to a character's gender, species, or culture - it's all about what the bots think your character would like best. Even if they're wildly off the mark, the clothes are still made to fit and fashioned beautifully. The invitations are marked "TOMORROW, STARTING AT 6PM LOCAL TIME." A smaller note underneath instructs attendees to see the tailor bot adjacent to the spa if they are unsatisfied with their assigned clothing, and also that the spa bots are on high alert, prepared to beautify anyone who wants some extra pampering and a dash of makeup.
Just be careful. Some of the makeover bots are really fond of glitter.
They know when you're unhappy. They always know.
It's why residents will start waking up one fine day to find gorgeous clothes laid out for them to wear and an invitation to a formal dinner taking place down at the plaza at Anchor’s base. The clothes aren't particularly specific to a character's gender, species, or culture - it's all about what the bots think your character would like best. Even if they're wildly off the mark, the clothes are still made to fit and fashioned beautifully. The invitations are marked "TOMORROW, STARTING AT 6PM LOCAL TIME." A smaller note underneath instructs attendees to see the tailor bot adjacent to the spa if they are unsatisfied with their assigned clothing, and also that the spa bots are on high alert, prepared to beautify anyone who wants some extra pampering and a dash of makeup.
Just be careful. Some of the makeover bots are really fond of glitter.
b. quite the spread.
True to the word of the invitation, the plaza is closed off under large white tents and guarded by bots who encouragingly steer you elsewhere should you try to get inside. They're nice, polite, all the things they've been programmed to be whether they like it or not, but there will be no sneaking by them into the party area.
At 6pm on the dot the day after the clothes arrive, characters will find music playing on all levels of Anchor, broadcast from the musical robots who have been practicing ever since that first tiny party almost a year ago.
Invitations will be taken by a bot in an impeccably tailored suit, and characters will be welcomed onto the red carpet that curves around the edge of the park and into the area cordoned off for festivities. The flashbulbs and cheering of bots that line the carpet echo through Anchor, broadcast along with the music until it sounds like the entire place is full of faintly electronic cheering. Each arrival is greeted with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, their image projected larger than life against the interior of Anchor's dome.
The sides of the tents have been rolled up, revealing the absolutely decadent set-up within.
Rows upon rows of buffet tables laid out with the most extravagant and strange dishes for residents to try. All of it delicious, though not all of it will appeal to every palate. There are sweet dishes, savory, spicy, whatever you can imagine. Appetizers of a hundred different kinds. Fruit plates formed into works of art, showing places and events from around Anchor. There are spun sugar reindire. Tiny plates of hors d'oeuvres that depict the faces of residents, both current and former. One particularly large dish is sculpted in the shape of what looks like an explosion emanating from Anchor's base, near where the locked and flooded rooms were found.
There's a cake near the middle of it all, frosting painting an image of a young, smiling man. Anyone who's seen him will, after a moment, recognize the whole and handsome features of a much younger Creepy Joe - the words on the cake say LET'S CELEBRATE OUR OLDEST LIVING RESIDENT!
While most of the food is at least recognizably from the general stores and from the agricultural level, there are other plants and garnishes that look entirely foreign. If asked where they came from, the bots will simply insist they're part of Anchor’s available resources.
There is also a full-service bar, but...not manned by the usual bartender (for anyone who might ask, the other bots will kindly inform them that the usual bartender is on sabbatical for stress). Instead there's a freshly-built bot serving drinks of all kinds, taking requests for old favorites and mixing up new cocktails based on guests' stated tastes.
The only thing not on the menu is a tequila sunrise.
There's a table full of hookahs and little treats that have various light, pleasant effects. These range from simple mood lifts to treats that will leave characters blissed out and relaxed.
At 6pm on the dot the day after the clothes arrive, characters will find music playing on all levels of Anchor, broadcast from the musical robots who have been practicing ever since that first tiny party almost a year ago.
Invitations will be taken by a bot in an impeccably tailored suit, and characters will be welcomed onto the red carpet that curves around the edge of the park and into the area cordoned off for festivities. The flashbulbs and cheering of bots that line the carpet echo through Anchor, broadcast along with the music until it sounds like the entire place is full of faintly electronic cheering. Each arrival is greeted with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, their image projected larger than life against the interior of Anchor's dome.
The sides of the tents have been rolled up, revealing the absolutely decadent set-up within.
Rows upon rows of buffet tables laid out with the most extravagant and strange dishes for residents to try. All of it delicious, though not all of it will appeal to every palate. There are sweet dishes, savory, spicy, whatever you can imagine. Appetizers of a hundred different kinds. Fruit plates formed into works of art, showing places and events from around Anchor. There are spun sugar reindire. Tiny plates of hors d'oeuvres that depict the faces of residents, both current and former. One particularly large dish is sculpted in the shape of what looks like an explosion emanating from Anchor's base, near where the locked and flooded rooms were found.
There's a cake near the middle of it all, frosting painting an image of a young, smiling man. Anyone who's seen him will, after a moment, recognize the whole and handsome features of a much younger Creepy Joe - the words on the cake say LET'S CELEBRATE OUR OLDEST LIVING RESIDENT!
While most of the food is at least recognizably from the general stores and from the agricultural level, there are other plants and garnishes that look entirely foreign. If asked where they came from, the bots will simply insist they're part of Anchor’s available resources.
There is also a full-service bar, but...not manned by the usual bartender (for anyone who might ask, the other bots will kindly inform them that the usual bartender is on sabbatical for stress). Instead there's a freshly-built bot serving drinks of all kinds, taking requests for old favorites and mixing up new cocktails based on guests' stated tastes.
The only thing not on the menu is a tequila sunrise.
There's a table full of hookahs and little treats that have various light, pleasant effects. These range from simple mood lifts to treats that will leave characters blissed out and relaxed.
c. dance, our residents, dance!
After people have finished arriving, the band picks up and guests' attention is directed upward toward Anchor's dome, where there's a truly magnificent light show being projected with musical accompaniment. It's spectacular, haunting and beautiful...and it shows more than just lights. It also shows celestial bodies in motion across the planet's dusk-red sky, meteor showers, strange northern lights. The show itself is almost an hour long, and ends with words unfurling across the apex of the dome.
HAPPY ∞ +1 ANNIVERSARY ANCHOR #3, THE LONGEST RUNNING COLONY.
STAY HERE, STAY HAPPY!
The show fades away and the music picks up again, encouraging guests to dance.
Go on, dance.
It’s a party after all.
STAY HERE, STAY HAPPY!
The show fades away and the music picks up again, encouraging guests to dance.
Go on, dance.
It’s a party after all.
d. the network.
Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend to back you up to take out the toothy voids? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?
Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.
Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.
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Er, kind of.
They're the weird horror puritan kids at prep school. But it does draw her quiet as she seems to be thinking a great deal, frowning a little bit, pursing her lips together and the beads swaying as she considers with the studious tilt lean forward of her head.
"Oh - well, I suppose. In a formal setting, you are to call me Daughter-Sea." So there is another name for her. "Only my family, I suppose calls me First-Daughter." So where does that leave her, as she goes through each name she has been given and for each place and how it is appropriate. "Our greater family call me Second-Child, for that is my official position. But... but I suppose as I have no family here, and the Father-Sea is far, far from us," which is to say, there is no ocean, not just their ocean, but any at all, and she grieves for it, deeply and wholly, she grieves for it - "then I suppose... I suppose I am naught but Gilia of the Isle St. Loe."
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"So.. Gilia then." He only understood a quarter of those words, and especially not in that order. "I'm gonna regret asking but what's a father sea?"
He braces for a monologue.
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It might be the most she has picked up all evening, talking of Him, He of the Sand and Sludge, Bound by Seaweed and Free of Form. Fathomless and Beautiful to all his children, in her words, it rushes. The sound of the ocean that echoes in the depths of each vowel and constant when she speaks with her polite voice.
"But I am sure you feel similar for you Spirit? Is it the one that gave you... your... mask?" Uh, what does she call that thing on his back?
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"Or are you talking about the actual ocean?" He gives a glance at her lower half which is well concealed by all those layers. "You're not secretly a mermaid are you?"
His spirit? The one who 'gave' him the mask is Kano and he'd like to skin him and maybe stuff his entrails in a car thats on fire and send it careening off a cliff into a lake. A little hard to do when he's here.
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"The Great Sea Spirit is our families... patron. If you would think of it like that. I could show you I suppose if you have not seen it before?" That would be alright, it is a good thing to show her bond, as it honours the family, and show her connection - which must always be upheld, of that there is no question.
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"Extended family of mermaids and sea monsters huh? Sounds like your world is one hell of a place." He tilts his head, considering her offer. Mostly because he doesn't get what she means. At all.
"Sure. Show and tell time."
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But the idea of turtle being strangled makes her look horribly upset a moment. Who would do that to a turtle? Their sweet little flippers make her happy, how could anyway cause them to be harmed?
"Well, just a moment. I need to breathe, it has been some time since I have... my little brother and sisters no longer like to ask for it. They say it's boring now they that they have learned to do it." There is a huff, like only a big sister can huff when she is being told you're boring by your little siblings.
She closes her eyes, letting her shoulders drop, in and out, in and out, and with each exhalation, the sound comes, quiet at first - but builds, like coming closer and closer to a coastline. Before her eyes open, when she lets out the air she had been holding longer, the sound of the ocean pours forth from her lips. Her skin ripples, like light playing on the water. In constant and lacking in solid form, even her shoulder seems more like a pool, her whole substance no more solid than a reflection on a still day amidst waves. Below her, from her feet, the hems of her dress, the water begins to drip, thick and briny, so distinctly comes the scent of the sea.
And on her brow, deep and fathomless, great blue-black eyes open, like they had always been there, waiting, just waiting.
Her mouth opens, but the words don't seem to be something she speaks, no, they resonate with a great booming sound out of her chest. "ₐₙd wₕₐₜ wᵢₗₗ yₒᵤ ₛₕₒw ₘₑ?"
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Right. Show and tell.
"Well that's a fun little trick." This is pretty freaky, but the last time he'd been honestly scared he'd been single digits years old. Pulling the mask down he drains the rest of the decanter he'd been carrying around, before tossing it over his shoulder. "My turn."
He backs up a few feet, because they're pretty close together and he needs a bit of a lead up to what he's about to do or this is going to not go well. Without warning he darts towards her, suddenly disappearing in a burst of purple energy and appearing a few feet behind her having effectively run right through her. Nothing happens when he does that to people but last time he did that in water the effect had been pretty impressive with the way it had sloshed around. What happens if he does that through a person made of water? Look at him doing science, Peter would be so proud.