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The City of Rapture Moderators ([personal profile] rapturemod) wrote in [community profile] rapturefree2015-09-15 09:36 pm
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baby you can drive my car

It's anticipated. It's expected. We're all about expectations, aren't we? Sort of? Maybe? Regardless, it's the first official

TEST DRIVE MEME
 
You probably know the drill by now. If you don't, here's a quick rundown: test drive memes are a game's way of gauging interest and such. It's a way to play around in the environment without the commitment of apping, maybe see how well that character you're considering gels with the setting. This one will be open indefinitely, or at least until further notice. You don't need to be apped to the game to test drive a character, or even reserved, or even want to reserve. However, if your interest is indeed piqued, reserves are thisaway, applications thataway.

As of this writing, we don't consider anything that happens in the TDM canon unless you'd like to transfer any threads that happen here to the main comms (provided they don't interfere with pre-established game events, of course). TDM threads are just a way to get a feel for a game, or in case you need that pesky writing sample for an app in progress. We don't recommend you do a standard intro post, however - save that for the game proper!

We don't have a set entry date for the game proper just yet. Once we accumulate some interest, we'll be sure to let you know!

Some resources we recommend that you check out if interest continues to abound:


PROMPTS:

i. do you hear the people sing?
You've heard the rumors circulating about Atlas and his bandits for months. Even the upper echelons of Rapture's high society were having trouble burying their concern under the careful veneer of professionalism. What you didn't expect was an open attack. You'd just been passing by, but the poor souls who lived and shopped and made their living on this street have just found their entire livelihood set aflame. People are saying it's a bombing, while others protest that it must have been something down in maintenance.

Right now, it doesn't really matter one way or the other. The homes and storefronts have been reduced to sheeting flame as hairline cracks go cobwebbing up the glass, the only thing separating the city from a watery grave. Whether you choose to get the hell out of dodge or help the wailing survivors is up to you, but regardless of what you choose to do, this section of Rapture is rapidly coming apart at the seams.
 
ii. who's your daddy?
You've no clue whose bright idea it was to tail the Little Sister. It might have been some gang of spliced-up nobodies thirsty for some extra ADAM. It might have been your best friend's idiot plan. Hell, it might have even been yours. All you know is that no matter how appealing the thought seemed at the time, you and yours are in for a world of hurt. The Little Sister just had to shriek once and her armored protector came barreling into the scene, drill humming to life with a sinister whine. Guilty as charged or caught in the crossfire, you're in for the fight of your life with a Big Daddy, one of the most dangerous things in Rapture. Good luck.
 
iii. a part of the masterpiece
Fort Frolic, they say, is the hub for creative artistry. Sander Cohen is either a wildly inspired artistic genius or a madman depending on who you ask, but the alcohol runs the same no matter how you slice it. For tonight, the Fort is yours to enjoy at your leisure. Take a gander, gamble everything you've got, have a drink, maybe sit in for a show. The only thing Cohen loves more than his exclusivity is rampant attention, and tonight he's on full display. He's even torturing - er, entertaining a lucky pair of dancers in Fleet Hall! Don't mind the wires threaded in and out of their clothing, doubtless unspooled over all those important parts of the nervous system and ready to unleash a burst of fatal electricity at a moment's notice. They've got to be just for show.

One thing is certain about the possibly-deranged Sander Cohen, after all: he certainly keeps you on your toes!
 
iv. wild card! make up your own scenario

We prefer third-person, present tense prose, but if you're just in it for the fun you can write in whatever floats your pontoon. Have fun!
 

etherthief: (sassmaster | flirt machine)

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[personal profile] etherthief 2015-09-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She figures she could get used to this place. It's not Manhattan and it's not home but it's pretty interesting. Even if it's going to take her a lot of drinks to forget what's been left behind. A lot of drinks.

At least Rush is here.

Today she's mostly interested in wandering around. Seeing new places. Meeting new people. Something like that.

This is exhausting.

It's the unassuming, easily missable door that finally does catch her eye, for two reasons: one, the name on it is BOOKER DEWITT, which is an excellent name worthy of a pulpy crime novel. Two, beneath that, perfectly, it says 'Private Investigator'.

Oh yeah. Yes, please.

She has to see this.

She just wishes she had a cigarette in a holder. Could be more of a proper dame. She'll have to do without the holder, she thinks, pulling a fresh one from the crumpled pack in her jacket pocket.

She raps lightly on the door before letting herself in.

"'Scuse me," she says, enjoying this just a little too much. "I don't suppose you have a light."
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[personal profile] alternate123 2015-09-21 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Booker sets the bottle down on his desk with quick fingers to twist the cap back on. As the door opened, Booker was placing the liquor in the top drawer of his desk. "A light?" He repeats the request then quickly begins to pat down his jacket then sticks one hand in the pocket of his pants then to the other. He finally finds the light in the pocket of his shirt, beneath the jacket. He stands and cocks his head at the stranger before he walks slowly over to her. "I get odd requests here and there. But usually it's more involved than this." He blinks and lifts the lighter to flick for her to start a cherry to her stick.

Maybe she's come for work, maybe she's come to try and rob him, maybe she's come to kill him. Booker thinks between the various reasons why someone would start off with asking for a light, could it just be as simple as that?
etherthief: (mischievous | sultry)

[personal profile] etherthief 2015-09-22 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll bet," she says with a little smile as he lights her up. She takes a slow drag and blows smoke into the already hazy air. She strolls casually past him and helps herself to sitting on the corner of his desk. "I was just exploring. So you're a private eye, huh?" She smiles. "Can't say I have any business for you at the moment, but you never know. Man like you's gotta be useful to know."

She tilts her head at him, looking him up and down. Not bad looking. Not entirely put-together either. That suits her fine.

"You got anything to drink that doesn't cost an arm and a leg?" Just about everything in Rapture costs as much, she's found.