The Powers That Be ([personal profile] powersthatbe) wrote in [community profile] synodiporia_ooc2015-08-28 06:41 pm
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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.
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2015-08-31 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Souji eyes Yosuke patiently, waiting for his partner to be ready to begin. While he's still himself, he's 'gone native' at the school with surprising ease, Social Links and S. Tech integrating without a hitch. As the clock ticks and the silence stretches on, he tilts his head and one corner of his mouth turns up, offering encouragement - and, maybe better, understanding. He gets why this is a problem, and he would even if he didn't remember his best friend's label of 'Captain Ressentiment.'
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[personal profile] urbanwhizkid 2015-09-01 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yosuke is trying not to fidget, which is great except all he really manages to do is to tap out stilted rhythms on his thigh. A faint sound of nails on a chalkboard echoing in the room only amplifying his discomfort. The patience and understanding Souji is displaying only really making it worse. He might like attention every bit as the next person but this was bordering on creepy. "You mind with the staring?"

He blinks, takes a deep breath and finally his fingers still. "Sorry about that. So you ready?"
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[personal profile] fridgeninja 2015-09-02 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Souji's moe-meter dips a little at the first remark. "Sorry," he says, and it begins recovery, promptly. Souji's never been that good at having negative emotions in the first place.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can work with that," he suggests. "If we go negative first, it shouldn't take us too long to go positive after..."
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[personal profile] urbanwhizkid 2015-09-04 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ah dude no stop that, now you're making him feel bad. And it really only serves to fluster him a bit more. This whole thing is like the worst assignment ever. Can't they just punch it out and give each other bloody noses again?

"Yeah," he runs his hand though his hair and sighs. "Let's do this."