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Test Drive #11.
Welcome to the Synodiporia Test Drive Meme! Below the cuts there are two new prompts, and here are the prompts from previous test-drives, which you’re still welcome to use in this post. When you comment, be sure you specify what prompt you want to play with, and please put up your own threadstarter - it makes for a much more friendly environment that a forest of bare toplevels! OCs are especially welcome! Please take a quick look at our Directory & familiarize yourself with the concept and setting of the game before you jump in.
Our upcoming app round runs September 1st-7th. Our next Jaunt, The Lightning Age, a postcolonial steampunk romp with a hunt for a fugitive disordering a peaceful flying city, will run September 12th-October 19th, and an alternate player-driven setting, or Walkabout, will be available (but the specific setting has yet to be voted upon).
Prompt #33 is set in the sometimes Mad-Max like post-apocalyptic academia of the Ivory Tower jaunt, where an isolated school works to restore civilization decades after a brutal war destroyed it. But off-campus, things can get a little rougher…
Prompt #34 is set in the world of Heartbreak Academy, a shoujo high school world where Social Technology, or S. Tech, allows the physical conjuration of emotions - sparkles, roses, soundtracks, emotes and rainclouds. Heartbreak Academy teaches elite students how to better master their S. Tech - and as you could imagine, this makes practical exams… very interesting...
Prompt #33: Pop Quiz.
There are chlorine bombs in the library, and snipers outside.
To be more specific, the library is an open-air market set up in a suburban French high-rise parking garage, one of the few buildings on this side of the city to survive intact, and a good place for gatherings that might need a quick getaway. Academics from across Europe use it as a trading post - bringing old books, or bringing computer printouts collected in three-ring binders, driving up in dune buggies or armored trucks, landing on the ceiling in helicopters, conducting a rapid swap of the valuables, and leaving.
But this time, the warlords knew they were coming. On each floor, among the parked cars, there’s a truck or van with deflated tires and an empty gas tank, in which an oil-drum and a detonator have been mounted. It’s overkill, but worse is the fact that in half-demolished buildings to either side are snipers. To the west, they only have crossbows, but the raider on the northeast has some sort of pre-War antimateriel rifle, and he’s already scragged a buggy in the exit ramp and shot a chopper pilot on the roof.
So now, it’s up to the academics. Those who study environmental sciences are trying to find ways to neutralize the chemicals. Engineers are working to disarm the detonators or fix the vehicles enough to safely transport the bombs. The history and humanities students are given the job of finding some way to stop the snipers, and stop raiders from getting in to steal any of their texts or other resources.
And some, of course, are caught in the fine traditions of academic debate, and may need Travelers to steer them to more decisive action… but of course, there might be Travelers among the raiders, too.
Prompt #34 Partner Exercise
The exam is simple. Each of you’s been given a spare, teacher-monitored Moe-Meter and left alone in the exam hall. Using S. Tech - not just fancy manifestations, but your words and actions, your persuasive skill and acting ability, all the skills that make you effective with S. Tech - you and your partner for this exam have to bury the needle. The problem is, you have to do it in both directions - positive emotion, maxing things out with cuteness, fondness, or warm feelings - and negative emotion, hitting empty on the meter through sadness, anger, or fear. Any sort of against-the-rules physical contact is an automatic F (if your partner reports it), but apart from that, it’s up to your imagination. You have fifteen minutes - that’s like Seven Minutes In Heaven and Seven in Hell, with one minute of cooldown in between.
Our upcoming app round runs September 1st-7th. Our next Jaunt, The Lightning Age, a postcolonial steampunk romp with a hunt for a fugitive disordering a peaceful flying city, will run September 12th-October 19th, and an alternate player-driven setting, or Walkabout, will be available (but the specific setting has yet to be voted upon).
Prompt #33 is set in the sometimes Mad-Max like post-apocalyptic academia of the Ivory Tower jaunt, where an isolated school works to restore civilization decades after a brutal war destroyed it. But off-campus, things can get a little rougher…
Prompt #34 is set in the world of Heartbreak Academy, a shoujo high school world where Social Technology, or S. Tech, allows the physical conjuration of emotions - sparkles, roses, soundtracks, emotes and rainclouds. Heartbreak Academy teaches elite students how to better master their S. Tech - and as you could imagine, this makes practical exams… very interesting...
Prompt #33: Pop Quiz.
There are chlorine bombs in the library, and snipers outside.
To be more specific, the library is an open-air market set up in a suburban French high-rise parking garage, one of the few buildings on this side of the city to survive intact, and a good place for gatherings that might need a quick getaway. Academics from across Europe use it as a trading post - bringing old books, or bringing computer printouts collected in three-ring binders, driving up in dune buggies or armored trucks, landing on the ceiling in helicopters, conducting a rapid swap of the valuables, and leaving.
But this time, the warlords knew they were coming. On each floor, among the parked cars, there’s a truck or van with deflated tires and an empty gas tank, in which an oil-drum and a detonator have been mounted. It’s overkill, but worse is the fact that in half-demolished buildings to either side are snipers. To the west, they only have crossbows, but the raider on the northeast has some sort of pre-War antimateriel rifle, and he’s already scragged a buggy in the exit ramp and shot a chopper pilot on the roof.
So now, it’s up to the academics. Those who study environmental sciences are trying to find ways to neutralize the chemicals. Engineers are working to disarm the detonators or fix the vehicles enough to safely transport the bombs. The history and humanities students are given the job of finding some way to stop the snipers, and stop raiders from getting in to steal any of their texts or other resources.
And some, of course, are caught in the fine traditions of academic debate, and may need Travelers to steer them to more decisive action… but of course, there might be Travelers among the raiders, too.
Prompt #34 Partner Exercise
The exam is simple. Each of you’s been given a spare, teacher-monitored Moe-Meter and left alone in the exam hall. Using S. Tech - not just fancy manifestations, but your words and actions, your persuasive skill and acting ability, all the skills that make you effective with S. Tech - you and your partner for this exam have to bury the needle. The problem is, you have to do it in both directions - positive emotion, maxing things out with cuteness, fondness, or warm feelings - and negative emotion, hitting empty on the meter through sadness, anger, or fear. Any sort of against-the-rules physical contact is an automatic F (if your partner reports it), but apart from that, it’s up to your imagination. You have fifteen minutes - that’s like Seven Minutes In Heaven and Seven in Hell, with one minute of cooldown in between.
The Protagonist | Freedom Wars
She sees one very simple solution to the snipers. Whenever she was embroiled in firefights in her homeland, there usually was only one way out. Shoot the opposing gunmen fast enough so that their Accessories could be taken out before they revived their attached Sinners.
This would be a lot easier if they had more people. Sure, the opposition had no Accessories, but she and Ramiel were only one pair. If they were both down at the same time, it would be the end of the line for the rest of the researchers.
So, she turns to you, who happens to be in her immediate vicinity. ]
Hey. Can you shield? Cover me and I'll take them out.
[ The soldier indicates the surroundings with a wide sweep of her hand. Yes, she means all of them. She'll probably die more than once, but that's fine. as long as everyone else can stay safe - or rather, safer than they are right now. ]
no subject
[Molly's answer mingles frustration and chagrin, and only the barest hint of the sick horror that churns in the pit of her stomach, in time with the throbbing of the old bullet scar on her thigh.
Harry could do it, she thinks, with the sort of bone-deep faith that lingers even after hero worship's had its shine knocked off. But he couldn't do it without risking triggering the bombs.
She draws a deep breath, centering herself. She can't shield against that many snipers - her own power's geared for subtler things, and she hasn't yet plumbed the depths of the strengths Winter has leant her. One of which is the ability to cast without disrupting nearby technology. Usually, that just means she can use a cellphone again; right now, it means she might be able to help them out of this predicament without boiling their lungs in the process.]
But I can go you one better.
[Her veil command is a whisper, and the world around them dims ever so slightly, sight washing pastel as though someone's applied a photo filter. The edges are still clear, distances exactly as perceptible as they were seconds ago, it's just the colours that have shifted. Her brow knits in concentration - invisibility might sound easy on paper, but there are a thousand times a thousand variables to account for. Molly's good at it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't take effort.]
There. I'll move with you. Stick within ten yards of me, and they'll never see you coming.
no subject
An invisibility skill - it's a billion times better than what they had back home. But then again, the Panopticons only put their resources into developing actual defense systems, which wouldn't even be deployed for mere Sinners like her anyway. She was an expendable, and she had come to terms with the fact from the very beginning.
Ramiel steps closer to the two women, seeming intent on sticking with his assigned Sinner even for this mission. The Accessory's expression is even flatter than hers, owing to its nature as an android. A very human android. ]
Sounds super. [ Wyrden retrieves her assault rifle from her belt and starts to run through the standard pre-combat checks. ] If you can keep up, we should be able to finish this soon. Ramiel's coming with me too, so that makes two gunners.
[ Each with half a load, but she had spare cartridges. ]
Best case scenario, we shoot them all. If we don't manage before we run out of bullets, I'd like you to run for shelter and we'll handle the laggers with plain ol' knifework. That fine with you?
no subject
I can keep up. And don't worry, I've gotten pretty good at avoiding getting shot. I'll get out of your way when you need me clear.
[And foul anyone left on the other side with illusions, if she's still in any state for it, but that much she leaves unsaid. There's no time to explain the breadth and limits of her abilities; if they all survive this, she can get into it later.
Or find a convincing diversion.]