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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:

Cast | Setting | Rules & FAQ | Locations

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!

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Newsflash, Flashpoint (newsflashpoint?): when you are getting shot at by a sniper and you have weird rubbery tires like she does...you need saving. Deadlock's special brand of saving, with extreme violence.

"Why? You jealous of its optic?" Because girls are weird and for all he knows.....

"Getting the feeling we just locked ourselves into a bad spot." Deadlock hates all feelings, but especially this one.

Her weird, rubbery tires can take more of a beating that Deadlock realizes, but that's okay, Flashpoint enjoys being underestimated. There's no way a simple soft silicate wound would slow her down, but the sniper didn't need to know that.

Though if Deadlock would shut up about it, that might her day. He is clearly jealous of her very voluptuous all-wheel drive.

"NO! That is the ugliest hulking metaloid mansuit I've ever seen! I'm talking about the little girl with him." Wherever the frag she went. Probably hiding in some other alley while her creepo bodyguard does the dirty work. And boy is it dirty.

Deadlock's volley does some damage, but is it just Flashpoint is that thing just madder now than it was before? "Depends on how agile Cageface here is!" Because Flashpoint is gonna make the same leap Deadlock did, window to window, while the hulking lug is slowed down by the door. Er, she hopes? This would be the worst possible time to get grabbed by the ankle. Hopefully Deadlock's found an exit over there, but his commentary doesn't instill hope!

Deadlock doesn't need to know how she knows that about her weird rubber. He can only guess that it's pervy. But there's nothing he needs to feel jealous of, because he's awesome in his own right.

"What is WITH you and organics!?!" Wait, that sounded weird and wrong and not in the weird wrong way Deadlock likes. But seriously. She does have a weird thing with organics.

And she might make the same jump he does, but he makes it look GOOD. Which makes up for there not being an easy exit over here. Well, onward and upward and hopefully away from rollyface there.

Keep guessing because it gets pervier Deadlock.

"You'd have a new respect for them too if you'd seen what seen!" And that isn't pervy at all Deadlock, so don't even go there.

But get it straight Deadlock, nothing looks better than these door panels sailing through the air, and the aft they're attached to. She hits the floor with a roll, coming up fast and hot on Deadlock's heelplates.

Can he wait to start guessing for when, you know, they're not being so RUDELY INTERRUPTED?!?! Seriously, what the frag is up with this mech?!?

"Not the time to whip out a fraggin' slideshow!" He throws a few rounds downrange at the creep, in an attempt at covering fire. "Maybe you could try, I don't know, fraggin' REASONING with that thing?" Because hey, it's got to go better than trying to reason with Deadlock?

He can on one condition: he starts guessing with his hands. It can be like hands-on charades! With her tires in the middle of it all.

But good point. This thing chasing them puts Flashpoint to shame as far as Rude Factor goes. Mind your other business, mech! Not these two who are artfully trying to escape. "The only reasoning I do, is with with my fists!" Which Flashpoint is starting to think should be an option here soon. As soon as they get, you know, out of sight of witnesses.

But what the hell, is that thing really jumping after them? Apparently that's its answer to dodging Deadlock's blaster fire. Frag. Time for improvisation! Which includes tipping over this watercooler here. That should make for a slippery landing zone, right?

Hey! How can she be thinking about tire-squooshing charades at a time like this?

"Point of fraggin' order--that water cooler didn't do nothing to you!" So, you know, stop being mean to it. Focus here, Flashpoint, on the freaky bouncing thing that is really starting to Torque Deadlock Off by dodging his shots. "Just need it to hold still a halfklik!" This whole 'not getting to look like the badaft he knows he is' is really starting to get to him.

Flashpoint is an ace multi-tasker, especially regarding pervy things. What!? She has a lot of practice.

"Neither did the bullets you're flinging out of that gun!" Or energy bolts, or whatever. It made sense in her head! And the strategy still makes sense, proven by the way the thing slips and falls as it dodges right into that puddle. "Ha-HA!! What's wrong, can't hit a moving object?" Well the object isn't moving now, at least for the moment, so Deadlock better do his business before Flashpoint darts in and applies a fully torqued axe kick to this thing's face.

She might call it multitasking: Deadlock would call it being a total perv! Excuse him for being concerned with, you know, getting out of here!

"OH YOU DID NOT CRITICIZE MY AIM." He better have misheard you, there, FLashpoint. Because he is a shooting GOD, you hear him? But Deadlock can multitask a little bit, too, as in yell at Flashpoint AND remember to shoot the bad guy in the face. The, uh, whatever passes for a face it's got going on there. Eurgh.

Pervy multitasking? She's okay with that. In fact, there should be a merit badge for that or something. She'd get 10!

"AIM HARDER THEN!" Which he does, hitting the thing squarely in the...cage...thingy it has for a face. Flashpoint's not sure if that gurgling yell of pain means it's down for the count or just madder than ever. "Let's bail before we find out that thing has extra lives!"

Secret is: Deadlock's probably jealous of the pervy multitasking. Sadly, he tends to being a one-track mind kind of mech.

"LIKE TO SEE YOU AIM HARDER THAN I AM!" Seriously. Deadlock does everything HARD and EXTREME. Like now he will demonstrate Extreme Tactical Repositioning, aka getting the frag outta there. "Why's it comin' after you anyway?!"

She can teach him the fine art of pervy multi-tasking. She is a master at it. Does that make her his master if he chooses to learn? That could be fun~

"I DON'T HAVE A ROCKET LAUNCHER OKAY?!" Or her old sniper rifle, both would qualify as 'aiming harder'. Not that she'd have the luxury of time and positioning to use it here, not even at the rate she's beating a hasty retreat behind Deadlock. "I just asked that little girl a question all right!? And her bodyguard freaked out!"

Deadlock has NO master! He's a force of nature, an elemental force of scowling and violence. Or something like that.

But she could always try to teach him something.

"NEITHER DO I!" Sure would come in handy right now. "Let this be a lesson to you: no talking to fraggin' organics!" So, just as he figured, this was all her fault!

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