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legionclubhouse2016-03-01 02:05 pm
letsgolegion) wrote in legionclubhouse2016-03-01 02:05 pm
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The "Shiver Me Timbers" Test Drive Meme
 The Being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universe and dumping the Legionnaires into them, as if testing them for its own reasons. Each time this happens, the captives -- er, participants have knowledge of the scenario, their role, and what they're supposed to accomplish planted into their heads, but still remember who they once were. These universes technically are just illusions and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this, but it's up to them if they believe it -- and the danger is real. If you die in one of these scenarios you stay dead. This time they're being dumped into a scenario where they're... THE SETTING: Ahoy, maties! Welcome to a world with floating islands covered in resplendent natural beauty or colonized with towns and cities, where steamships are the main form of travel. This world in the clouds is where most people are able to live safely after a natural disaster sent chunks of floating Earth up into the air. Certain death lies down below, thanks to nasty creatures that crawled out of the sea, that swarm the rocky, uneven wastelands that were left behind. The main thing destroying the peace of this world are air pirates, who travel from place to place, attacking island colonies and passenger ships. Everyone pulled into this temporary mayfly universe will find themselves as part of a privateer ship -- pirates commissioned to fight other pirates to protect the skies -- in the midst of a dangerous battle. To complicate things, the Legionnaires from the 31st century aren't the only ones pulled into this adventure. Strange people from many worlds are being yanked in and finding themselves thrust right into the heat of battle. Will you follow the siren call of swashbuckling adventure in the skies? Will you try to stop everyone from fighting and try to make peace? Or attack the privateers and join the nefarious pirate fleet? The choice in your hands and as you make it, the Being is watching. Judging. Deciding who it deems worthy to place in what universe it sees fit. WEAPONS AND POWERS: It's up to you whether your character still has their superpowers, if they have any, and nonpowered characters can potentially find themselves with new powers if you'd like them to. As far as weapons go, characters will find themselves with a small array of weapons, everything from projectile weapons, guns that shoot electricity (which can stun or kill), smoke bombs, cutlasses, sabers, and more. SCENARIO A: Congratulations, you scaliwag! You're a privateer and you're part of the boarding party! You're already hooked onto a zipline that will toss you head first into battle on the pirates' ship. Maybe if you band together with the other confused people tossed head first into battle you can actually survive it. Good luck! SCENARIO B: You find yourself already on the main deck of the pirates' ship and it looks like the pirates have some innocent captives cowering in a corner. Do you have what it takes to protect them? Are they even real people or is all this truly an illusion? Fortunately, if you do protect them (just in case that little voice in your head was lying about this all being an illusion) you can probably find some like-minded selfless types to fight side by side with. SCENARIO C: You're on the main deck of the privateer ship and have to maintain and protect those cannons or you and your privateer buddies are toast! Those gifted with skills in science and mechanics should find it easy to figure out how they work and will find themselves with the right equipment to keep them running -- and weapons to defend them in case they need to. SCENARIO D: What's this? You've been dumped on the side of the pirates and that little voice in your head told you to fight the privateers to get free of this and go home? It's up to you whether or not you take the pirates' side and agree to fight the privateers as a way out of this strange little universe. Maybe you'll try to fight the other side to the death. Maybe you'll try to simply stun them, or perhaps you'll change sides because some of them look just as confused as you are. In any case, you have a difficult decision to make and you have to do it fast. SCENARIO E: Wild card! Choose your own scenario. Maybe you find yourself in the group of captives and decide to pick up a weapon. Maybe you try to take the lead and organize the others. The choice is yours! ✦ Current players in game can jump into this and do starters if they like so they can play with new players and each other. This meme will count as part of the game canon for those that opt in, though they'll find their memories somewhat fuzzy afterward. These threads can count toward your AC, however the "new CR" credit cannot be applied since not every character joining in is guaranteed to join the game. This takes place before the Earth field trip. ✦ Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their samples. However, at least two posts in their threads must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. These two posts can exist in any number of threads whether it's one thread or two. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice. ✦ Potential players can also opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, so that their character remembers the scenario and then suddenly finds themselves in the game universe. However, this is opt in and players can choose to introduce their characters fresh if they'd prefer that and no other characters will remember they were there. Please just note which you'd like in the additional info field on your app. ✦ If you are considering apping to the game, currently 31 of 40 player slots are available and we may be increasing this number to 50 soon. Currently the character limit is 3 characters per player. ✦ Non-players who like the meme but aren't really considering apping to the game are free to jump in. The more the merrier! The Being behind this wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on. |
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Thor was impressive. Vance was talking out of his ass.
He raised his own cutlass in a salute before he went to work on helping to beat away the pirates. "Story of our lives, the whole 'not knowing what's going on but jumping in anyway' thing, at least." The arm was curious, but not enough for Vance to really take a look at it while they were in the middle of a fight. "Just so you know, though, it seems that whatever's decided to bring me here has left me down on the TK."
Which was what he'd meant by 'not good'. "For the record, it's good to see you too. ...Really good."
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Then he grinned.
"And I bet it is. Considering I was dead. In case you're wondering what exactly is going on with that, I'm pretty sure one of the X-Men left the door to the afterlife open."
He didn't really have much more information than that and even if he did, he didn't have much time to give it.
"Anyway, here's the skinny -- I woke up, alive, in another dimension with superheroes. In the 31st century. A couple other people woke up there too and people have been trickling in since then. All of us either had our powers changed or got powers, for those that had none. That world's version of the Avengers, the Legion of Superheroes, put us up and we're helping them out so they have time to work on getting us home. Then, all of a sudden, we were here. With people who weren't Legionnaires like us -- like you. And we don't know who's behind it or --"
Whoops, he had to duck to avoid getting his head taken off.
"--or what that little voice in our heads was about, either. It's almost like something's...testing us."
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Especially since, yeah. Rich was dead.
But, fighting next to somebody who should have been dead wasn't that unusual in their world. Vance did it on a regular basis, after all. The X-Men weren't the only ones good at coming back from beyond the grave.
Still, he manages a grin. A little forced, maybe, but there. "Remind me to send the X-Men some flowers when I get home."
Rich was one of his oldest friends, after all. Having him back was a good thing, even if only for a short time.
The rest of it sinks in and he nods. "It does feel like a test, doesn't it? Just what we need."
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Rich punched one of the pirates in the face with his prosthetic and then took advantage of his brief moment of shock to grab him and toss him overboard before he could get to the people cowering behind them.
"But that would be too easy. Actually finding the little man behind the curtain."
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He snorted, grinning over at Rich. "So, what. You think this is the guy's version of 'Lions and tigers and bears'?"
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Probably meant to test how they adapted to sudden weirdness and new threats.
"There's something big going on, Vance. Real big. If it's the same thing as what brought me and the others to the Legion's universe, then whatever's behind it brought me back from being stone dead. I'd lost an arm and probably would've bled to death even if I hadn't turned into a dimensional door and dissipated into energy."
There hadn't even been a body that could've been pumped full of life or rejuvenated or something. He'd scattered and whatever it was had the power to pull him back together again and make him live.
"It's toying with us but I think it's doing it for a reason."
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Because it was difficult as anything to keep doing this while hearing about the way that one of his best and oldest friends had died. Especially as Vance was very aware of the fact that so few of his friends were still around. Enough to pull together a new New Warriors team, but only himself and Robbie left of the original group. (He totally didn't blame Angelica for not wanting to come back. And Namorita had her own things to deal with.)
Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Vance sighed and shook his head, turning away to deal with some pirate coming up on his side. And not so that he didn't have to look at Rich. "Either it has something really big planned for you guys...or there's something seriously massive out there that it's gathering opponents for."
In all honesty, he wasn't sure which he would prefer. Neither one of them seemed to be very appetizing. Which didn't mean that they weren't both very possible.
"You just gotta go dragging me into these things behind you, don't you, Rich?"
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When it came to life or death -- even his own -- he didn't always think about the weight of these things anymore. He didn't think about how much it hurt sometimes, to be one of the ones left behind.
Mainly because he lived it every day of his life. For the longest time, he'd been the last Nova. He'd outlived friends and allies. And then, when he found out about the New Warriors, he outlived most of them too, just like Vance -- but the difference was it'd come after the War. After the fall of Xandar. After he'd seen good people die and worlds fall and had to send his own men to their deaths.
What was one man's life -- his life -- compared to it all?
He'd almost expected it. Deep in his heart of hearts, he'd known that the idyllic life he dreamed he'd someday have -- one of restoring the Nova Corps, bringing order to space, being in love, having kids, settling down on Earth, being an Avenger -- would never come to be. He'd accepted it.
He accepted it still, accepted that he was probably going to die in another universe, in another place far from home, one of the few people from his world (or at least his version of it).
So he didn't catch Vance's sadness and thought the silence was just him concentrating. He didn't think about the value others had put on his life, not just as Nova, but as Rich, their friend. He didn't think about the sinking, painful weight his death had put on some of their shoulders.
Instead he just grinned as Vance talked about him dragging him into a mess.
"Naturally! That's like officially my job now, with this space stuff, yanking various acquaintances into messes with me. The only way to make it more official would be if I traded in the cruiser me and my rookies were using for a police box."
Nerd alert.
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Not that that was a complication that Vance had ever wanted in his life. EVER.
"Ah, but I'm pretty sure that it's against some sort of Nova regulation to leave the police box blue. Doesn't everything have to be gold and red for you guys?" It was a gentle tease, almost covering up the quaver in his voice. Because, for a moment, it was almost like the old days, before he and Angelica left to join the Avengers. Before Stamford.
Entirely too much of his life these days was divided into before and after Stamford.
Vance shook his head, pushing back some more pirates. "You know, I never have actually gotten out into space. Not properly, at least." There had been times, but nothing much. Nothing terribly interesting. "I mean, we absolutely should have been out there to help you guys."
If only they'd known. If only the people who had known had TOLD the other heroes in the world. Vance still wasn't happy with Tony Stark and SHIELD in the least, which was probably the reason why he hadn't rejoined the Avengers properly. The Academy, sure, but not really the Avengers. The kids had needed him far more.