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Test Drive Meme #01: The First
WELCOME TO KHARAS It's gonna be a real scorcher. Welcome to The Atlas's first Test Drive Meme! If you're considering joining or want to dabble in the setting a little then you've come to the right place. This post should ideally give you a feel for what it's like to play in the game...especially since this is how we're kicking things off! What does that mean? Basically that this post is considered game-canon and any inter/actions here will lapse over into the game once it begins provided both parties agree to keep CR when they are accepted. TDM threads can be used for sample requirements on apps! Still interested? Reserves open on the 10th at 00:00 EST, and Applications open on the 12th at 00:00 EST. Both close on the 14th at 23:59 EST. Make sure you're familiar with both the setting and arrival conditions before posting...and have at it! THE DESERT PLANET.  WAKINGYou wake in a valley, gasping for air to fill your aching lungs. There are spots in your eyes. The midday sun hangs in the sky and temperatures have peaked at 100°F | 38°C. Every inhale brings with it the sensations of heat and thirst. Luckily? The strange pod you've arrived in contains some food and water. Rations. Two, three days' worth if you can manage to stretch them. But aside from that there isn't much, in the pod or your immediate surroundings. The only signs of life are the weathered and rusted-looking stasis pods around you from which others emerge, gasping or choking for breath once their lids open. Beyond that there isn't a soul in sight, and since each pod only opens once interfaced with... Who opened yours? SCAVENGEAfter the heat and disorientation wear off things start to become more clear. You notice the bizarre mark both your suit and the pods bear, as well as the rusted paneling and long scratches that run along some of them. It looks as though something once tried to claw its way into the protective capsules. And somehow yours held out. Others, well... Not so much. Among the pods of those who've survived and continue to wake, are the remains of those whose occupants couldn't possibly have made it. The fronts have been crushed in, hulls torn apart, sporting what looks like critical damage to the wiring or pods' integrity. This damage wasn't caused by weathering or the passage of time. Something deliberately tore them apart in search of whatever...or whoever was inside. Whether or not it's reassuring that no bodies remain inside is up to you. Careful inspection will reveal these pods look almost the exact same age as the one your character woke from. How long ago were they broken? How long have you been asleep? The only thing you can do is keep searching for clues... Maybe you'll get lucky enough to uncover the remains of the occupant's own rations? Although whether they're still good or even edible for your species is something you'll have to find out for yourself. They look...well. Ancient. SIGNS OF LIFEWhen you venture further into the valley and away from your pod, there's finally something other than sand and devastation to be found. Although not numerous, scattered here and there are clusters of a coral-like structure. Most of its stems are hard and rock-like, but closer inspection shows tiny tendrils of plant-matter which poke their way out of its tubes and vents whenever shadows are cast. But the moment you approach it? All signs of activity vanish and it goes deathly still. If you happen to travel further out from the protection offered by the valley's walls you may just be lucky enough to spot possibly the only actually But just in case, maybe you shouldn't disturb it.  ECLIPSEEspecially when it gets dark. As the merciless the heat of the day gives way to the solar eclipse, the planet begins to transform: the tendrils of the coral emerge fully and appear almost life-like in the way they sway and grab slowly at the air. But be careful! If threatened or grabbed these tendrils will sting their attacker and cause itchy red blotches to form. And when we say itchy, we mean really itchy. And remember those shriveled leaves? Turns out they're more active at this time of the day too. As soon as the surface temperature of the planet drops to tolerable levels the leaves of this plant unfold and knit themselves back together until they form a full stalk & bulb-like head, from which an oddly sweet smell emanates. If left alone long enough, eventually what looks like water will begin to drip from the bulb. If it senses touch, the head of this plant will rapidly unwind and snap around whatever's closest...before it attempts to suffocate you with its moist secretions. MIST OPPORTUNITYThe other strange phenomenon which occurs as the eclipse hits full-swing is the gradual formation of saturated clouds of smoke. They appear in pockets which come and go without pattern or design. One moment the desert is bare, and the next it's begun to fill with enough smoke to make visibility so poor it's easy to get turned around and lost. Luckily it's non-toxic and doesn't carry any kind of scent, so breathing it isn't a problem but something very odd happens when characters try to activate or meddle with their communicators in it: White noise. Although the suits can't broadcast any sort of message aside from their beacons, for some reason as soon as characters enter the smoke white noise begins and can only be heard while they're surrounded by it. Is it a signal? Some sort of message? Or something darker altogether... WILDCARDAnd of course, characters are always free to come up with adventures of their own. Feel like scaling the valley walls? Digging through sand? Meddling with alien technology the likes you've never seen before? | |
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Metahumans.
[Bruce takes half a step back. The larger pieces could serve for abdominal protection. Metahumans were no longer a secret anymore. Even Bruce Wayne would know about them.]
People with abilities, like yours, we call them metahumans. These metahumans can do a lot more than the rest of us. [Now he does focus on Jessica.] I wouldn't be surprised if the suit has something on it.
[What he says, he knows, would've revealed entirely too much about his knowledge of the metahumans, who he really is when the sun goes down. The closest anyone's ever been to knowing the truth? Besides Diana, Clark, and Alfred?
Amanda Waller.
And she's one hell of an exception.
A dampener on a metahuman has a whole lot of implications attached to it. Whoever's running this wants complete control.]
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[There's a scoff to go with that, but she has actually paid attention to the rest of what he's said, even if it doesn't match up with how her... world (is it a different world? this is way above her paygrade) works.]
Are there a lot of these metahumans running around?
[And she is actually a little curious, considering she only knows about a few of them. Her, Luke, Kilgrave, the Avengers and even then most of them don't count.]
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He's probably got enough to last him for years.
And that's not including Arkham.]
Enough for them to get a name, at least.
[Bruce stops working on the door to get a good look at her. Diana and Clark didn't look different, but they were powerful beyond imagination. Killer Croc was exactly what the tin said.]
Not a lot of metahumans where you're from?
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There's three of the big names, Thor - [the look on her face says 'help her'] - Yeah, apparently it's the actual Thor. Then a bunch of patriotic scientists made Captain America in the 40s to fight nzis, and no one knows what the deal is with the big green guy.
[His name isn't going to mean anything to Bruce, "the Hulk", so she doesn't bother with it.]
I know of two others aside from me. One of them is dead now.
[She isn't particularly sad about that.]
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[Bruce sounds skeptical as all hell, but in a world with Kryptonians and mutated beasts? He could buy a Norse god and giant green man.]
Sounds pretty limited. We had one back home everyone knew. We called him "Superman." [Bruce pauses for a moment. Not the first, but certainly the first public metahuman, to a degree.]
He was a good man. He did what he could, when he could.
[When he hated Clark, he hated the carelessness of it all. The destruction and the death that followed in his wake. He was powerless to stop it as Bruce, mistaken to stop it as the Batman.
But he knew better than anyone: sometimes you had to get messy to get clean.]
He was one of our metahumans. There's supposed to be others, too. One woman tried to destroy the world and enslave it.
[Enchantress wasn't much of a secret, to a degree. Besides, with the amount of things gunning for Earth? It really didn't mean much without a name and a description. It wasn't his call either to start listing off the likes of Barry, Victor, Diana, and Arthur, much less anything in Waller's files.]
But, who knows. They might just be hiding.
[He knows they're hiding.]
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She doesn't particularly want to think about... different universes or whatever, but she has to admit it's interesting to hear about the similarities and the differences.]
Most people don't want to believe what's right in front of them if it scares them. I don't hide, but no one talks about it.
[Even with superheroes running around, no one wants to believe a woman can lift up cars.]
Someone assholes starts going on about a bitch with laser eyes, people just wanna think he's crazy.
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Superman had laser eyes. They called him a god. They'll believe it, if it's good enough.
[Or terrifying enough.
Once before, Bruce wouldn't have readily believed in multiple universes, outcomes. But he saw it. He knows he did.]
If I didn't know any better, I would've pinned you as someone from Gotham.
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[She's just assuming there was an outfit involved, because that's how superheroes work and everything else about powered people seems consistent so far.
As for Gotham:]
Are you from the 1800s? Just call it New York like a normal person.
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[He pries back another piece of paneling, slowly but surely. It's wrecking his fingernails a little, but it's negligible.]
Even if my city's had a long history since then, I can tell you Gotham's no New York, and New York's no Gotham.
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So where's Gotham then, if it isn't New York?
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[Wait until she hears absolutely everything Gotham is. A true delight, really.]
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[Because like, look, she can't name every township in New Jersey, but the way he's talking about the place makes it seem like it's important.]
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I know Washington, that's it.
[Of course she knows Washington!!! But she's still going to answer the rest of his questions, though she wonders why he picked those other cities in particular, if they're something special.]
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Superman's from Metropolis. The Flash is from Central City. Those are some of our metahumans.
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[The Flash!!! Does he run around in a trenchcoat showing people his junk?]
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I'm sure there's worse than Jewel.
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[Captain America isn't all that great either, but it's so culturally ingrained that Jess doesn't really think about it.]
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[Superheroes, man. It's not as if Batman is the most creative either, but it resonates.]
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[Or maybe he's talking about made up ones, or people who are stupid enough to do the hero thing without powers.]
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[He might be one of the stupid ones doing the hero thing without powers.]
Gotham has plenty of those.
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[Sorry Bruce.]
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[Might as well play up that he's more of a civilian than a hero for now. Even though hero isn't the word he'd use for himself, not ever.
He just does what others can't or won't do. Vigilante justice at its finest.]
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[It sounds more than a bit pretentious, whatever it is.]
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[Pretty pretentious, but with good intentions, at least.]
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