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The Telepathic Disaster Test Drive Meme
 The Time Trapper, the being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe, is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universes and dumping the Legionnaires into them to try to test them as Legionnaires. 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. 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 heart of these conflicts. These universes are technically just illusions (probably!) and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this placed in their heads, 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 everyone is being dumped into a scenario where they're dealing with... Er, a different attack on Titan. Titan, Saturn's moon, is a beautiful colonized world with elegant cities and black methane seas. It has long been inhabited by the Titanians, a race of human-looking telepaths that live in the shadow of Saturn's rings. Renowned for their mental abilities -- and sometimes feared for them -- the Titanians are instrumental to the ongoing function of the United Planets. Titan's capital city, Titanopolis, is home to the Titanet Tower, the central hub of the telepathy-fueled communication networks that allow for long-distance communication and data transmission for the entire whole UP. That's why Titanopolis is under attack by terrorists in the employ of the cosmic horror known as Chronoblivion. This attack is slamming the city on multiple fronts, causing a variety of different disasters, and some of them are a special kind of nasty thanks to the telepathic nature of Titanopolis' citizens. Your character has found themselves in the middle of the chaos. The streets are filled with the sounds of running feet, breaking glass, and methane explosions, but the voices of the Titanians are strangely silent, due to their tendency to speak via telepathy instead of with speech. Instead of hearing it with their ears, your character's mind is filled to the brim with the Titanians' mental screams. While it's possible that the civilians in this scenario aren't real, there's no way to be 100% sure. What your character can be sure of is that if they are real, they need their help. (Based on player preference, for the purposes of the meme, characters can either lose powers, retain their canon powers, or find themselves with new powers. It's up to you.) SCENARIO A: CHILDHOOD FEARS Psionic devices all around the city are telepathically injuring Titanians and causing their powers to go berserk, which is leading to a nasty slew of effects. One type of device is causing Titanians to bring the childhood fears of themselves and others to life and make them tangible. Whether those fears are puppets, the clown from IT, being sucked through the drain in a swimming pool, Bloody Mary, or spiders, those fears can come to life and become tangible enough to do damage to more than just your character's youthful psyche. They can be as simple as scary animals like snakes, or complex enough to be capable of speech, based on player preference. Fortunately, the devices seem to be focusing only on old childhood fears, but that still won't be all that reassuring when your character is facing down the living embodiment of an illustration from "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" that they never could quite get out of their heads. Still, these constructs can be destroyed several ways: by the character facing the fear, destroying the device causing the effect in that particular area, or good ol' fashioned brute force. SCENARIO B: METHANE IS APPARENTLY FLAMMABLE The city is a bit like Venice on Earth, connected by various canals and channels. While standard hover-craft, threshold gates, and monorails are responsible for most transportation, gondolas still ferry around those who want a scenic route over the sluggish methane streams and lakes. The concentration of gases in the atmosphere, and a vast network of outdoor fire suppression systems help keep any methane burnoffs from being dangerous -- usually. But explosive devices that have been planted around the city's canals and methane-ways are also pumping explosive accelerants into each blast. This means there are quite a few people that need rescue. Some are trapped in debris from structures collapsing due to explosions. Others are trapped in buildings that are rapidly becoming consumed by fires that the firefighters are having difficulty fighting due to methane feeding into them. The firefighters and rescue workers are overwhelmed and definitely need a hand rescuing civilians and containing the blazes. SCENARIO C: MASS PANIC Sometimes people panic in the face of disaster. Sometimes crowds can get violent with each other, due to their fear, and that effect will be ten times worse due to the Titanians accidentally projecting their fear via telepathy and torquing each other up as they try to get to safe places or loot stores for supplies. This projected panic won't affect only the Titanians, either. While working to calm crowds and usher the Titanians to safer places, rescuers will have to fight through a range of negative emotions being projected onto them by the scared telepaths -- everything from terror to frustration to hopelessness. SCENARIO D: PROP HUNT Some nasty creatures have been released in the chaos -- dangerous Sitrekian trillifs. These small, vicious, semi-sentient creatures have amorphous bodies that can sharpen into harder forms -- usually ones with dangerous teeth and claws, capable of maiming or killing sentients. These mimics take on the form of random objects to hide from threats and to lay in wait so they can ambush their prey and feed on their blood. The only thing that can give their location away is the low-level psychic feedback they give off while transformed into an object. The closer someone is to a trillif, the more they hear their psychic whispers and the more they get "the creeps," sensations of hair standing on the back of the neck, skin crawling, etc. Trillifs are much easier to kill while in solid form, meaning that it's ideal for your characters to work together and figure out what objects they're hiding as before they transform back -- the moment they transform into their real forms, they're much harder to destroy. Unfortunately, the trillifs that have been released into this conflict to cause even more suffering are fairly intelligent, and thus are hiding in places that are to their advantage. To hunt them down, characters will have to face them in areas with lots of potential objects they could be hiding as, such as in abandoned futuristic malls. SCENARIO E: AFTERMATH Want to have an option that's a little more conversational? Characters can chit-chat in the aftermath of the attack and meet each other only after everything is over. There are still injured Titanians to help move to safer places and work to be done, but the characters can have a moment to bond while finally getting a breather. SCENARIO F: WILD CARD Have an idea for something that you don't see an option for? There's lots that can be done with telepathic threats. Perhaps a device causes the Titanians to make your character suddenly ruled by their id, or to have their entire personality invert to be its opposite. Players are free to make up their own threats and scenarios. (Don't worry about getting anything "right," this is a test drive, and the bubble universe is a little slippery and mutable! Get messy!) ✦ 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 just before "The Spies Who Sprocked Us" and "Through the Looking Glass." ✦ Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. 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 2 of 40 player slots are available, but new player reserves open and close at the game fairly frequently, and slots open regularly due to natural drops. The character limit is 4 characters per player. You can also scope out some of the game's upcoming plots here to get an idea of what kind of plots are in the game and what's to come. ✦ 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 Time Trapper wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on. |
Commander Shepard | Mass Effect
B - If You Have Open Hydrocarbon Lakes in an Oxidizing Atmosphere You Really Ought to Install More Hardened and Fault-Tolerant Fire Suppression Systems
E/F - Come Here Often?[OOC: I'm fine with brackets if you're not feelin' prose.]
B
She really didn't have time to make it to all of the buildings at once and she knew that her powers couldn't put out all the flames. Still, she was going to try and do what she could. People were in danger and it was her job to help out in any way possible, even it it meant putting her life on the line.
She hated making the decision, but she came to a stop in front of the closest building and created a ball of water in her hands that seemed to grow as she lifted it above her head. Once it got big enough, Ami threw it at the flames, attempting to create a way in.
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"Up for a detour?" A plan was already taking shape as she jogged up behind Ami.
B!
Still, he's not the kind of person to turn away from people who need help. Wouldn't have been even without Batman's training. Which is why he takes off toward the burning building as well, weaving through the panicked crowd fairly easily.
When he notices that he's not the only one running that direction, Dick changes trajectory just a bit so that he finds himself meeting up with her. A quick glance at her uniform left him with the impression that, like him, she probably wasn't from around here. At least, she wasn't dressed like anybody else around them.
"Don't suppose you know where the water pumps are around here?" Well. It was possible that she WAS from around here, after all.
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Shepard glances over at the new guy, and her arm moves in front of her in a reflexive gesture as her omni-tool...fails to materialize. No eye in the sky from the Normandy, either. Dammit.
"No idea. And I sure hope they have something more effective than water."
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On the other hand, what he's wearing looks far...less practical. Black and tight fitting with a bright blue swoosh across the chest and down the arms in a vague bird-shape.
"Most of that would be in the buildings, I'd have thought. Which means fire suppression systems are probably out, and what I have on hand isn't meant for fires of this size." And none of the filters in his mask are useful for seeing through the smoke. "That much, we're probably going to have to leave to the professionals. We can at least help make sure everybody gets out of the area. Maybe get people out of the buildings, at least at street level and a few stories up."
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"Not a bad idea, but I'm not going room by room with the building on fire around me." While Shepard is absolutely capable of fighting hard, she prefers to fight smart, and angles her course slightly away from the buildings, towards a small knot of Titanians who aren't panicking, but don't seem to know quite what to do.
"I'm Commander Shepard," she introduces herself with the voice of someone accustomed to cutting through chaos, as self-possessed as if she were standing in the Normandy CIC. "I'm sure that doesn't mean anything to you," she adds with a hint of a self-deprecating smile but no less confidence, "but we're going to get your people out of there. Can you locate where there's anyone still trapped?"
Given that 'we,' it seems Dick's been drafted. The Titanians look at Shepard in confusion for a moment--who the heck is this woman?--before exchanging glances and apparently telepathic conversation.
<Yes, we can--> "Ah, we can do that," one of them answers, belatedly remembering his manners around non-telepaths.
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Though there's a look of amusement on his face at the "we". It's hard to be drafted when you're volunteering.
He may not be a telepath, but he's been around enough of them to learn a few tricks. He mentally projects confidence and calm as he steps to Shepard's side. "That would be great. We just want to get as many people safe as possible. Once you've directed us, it would be a good idea for you guys to clear the area as well. The structures might not be safe much longer."
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While she lacks his experience with true telepaths, she's always radiating confidence, and the pair of them are just sort of standing there dripping surplus presence all over the sidewalk as the Titanians do their thing with eyes glassy and distant.
"Sure beats a low crawl," Shepard says approvingly, examining the unfamiliar bit of gear Dick's handed her, but her half-smile turns into a squint when she can't figure out how to get the rebreather to generate the hard light mask she's expecting.
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E
[There's a pause as the danger subsides. If Shepard looks closer, she'll see that there are a handful of Titanians held in its cabin. He's a patrol car, not an ambulance, but he can still ferry a few of the injured. The car clears its car throat as it speaks.]
Ahem - yes. Good work. Though with the debris I will need to find an alternate route to leave these locals at the nearest repair clinic.
[The car begins to back up the way it came.]
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Wait.
[It's delivered as an order, because why not? She's talking to a VI.]
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What is it? These civilians' injuries are not critical but I do imagine they will do poorly sitting in my cabin all day.
[He sounds impatient. Many organics were fragile and he doesn't know how far these ones in particular could be pushed.]
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[Shepard closes the short distance to Prowl to peer through the windows at his passengers. She's not mad, because who gets mad at non-sapient computer programs? (Krogans, that's who.)]
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And what is that supposed to mean?
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E
But then, the hit doesn't come. He looks up at the blue shield, surprised, then down at the woman who made it when she speaks.
"...Thanks," he says. There's a question in his voice, though. Who are you? Where did you come from? It's something along those lines.
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"My pleasure, soldier." It doesn't even occur to her he might not be military; that armor's the real thing, worn like a second skin and battered by combat. Hers looks the same anytime she returns from the field, but to her annoyance, she's been dumped here unarmored and unarmed. Smudges of ash mar her work uniform and exposed skin, and the smell of smoke is going to cling until she can get to a shower.
Easy enough to pick up on the question he didn't quite ask, at least. She dusts her hands clean enough to offer the right one for a shake, making what's probably eye contact on his end as she looks up at his visor. "Lieutenant Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance."
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"Master Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-117, United Nations Space Command." Spelling out the acronym isn't normal, but it feels so good and natural to introduce himself this way instead of just the Legion code name for once. "Currently with the Legion of Superheroes. Welcome to Titan, Commander."
Which... there's Saturn right up there in the sky, but at least he can offer confirmation. Then the Chief hesitates. He needs to deliver this generator, but he also needs to not disrespect an officer. She's not UNSC or Legion, but you don't do that.
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"Nice to meet you, Chief." That he gave a number rather than a name is weird, and he's using an old rank system despite the obvious sophistication of his armor, but those are the least of her questions about what's going on. "I don't want to hijack a work detail, but if you don't mind talking while you walk, I'd really appreciate a better briefing than the one I got."
Which was no briefing at all, so even laconic Spartan answers would be an improvement.
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"There are alternate realities," he says. "A powerful being is recruiting people to stop a worse one from consuming all of them."
He's flat and factual, like this is a thing people accept every day with no problem.
"This was a training exercise."
Well, so they think.
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A
It just so happens that Garrus is here, picking his way through the chaos and doing what he can. He'd managed to break one of the devices, but it didn't seem to be doing too much good -- he figures there's more than one of them out there, and the signals are overlapping. He's been hunting around, looking for more, but he's still new in town. He can barely find his way around even without the city tearing itself apart.
So you can imagine the relief that washes over him when he actually spots a familiar face.
"Shepard, over here! I--"
Of course, that relief sinks in his chest rather quickly when she fires up a biotic barrier at the sight of him.
"Oh." His mandibles shift uneasily, and instinctively he takes a half-step back -- a half-step closer to cover. "That's not good."
He doesn't know what he looks like to her. All he knows is she can tear him apart with her mind, and if this is getting to her, things just got very complicated very quickly.
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The biotic glow in her eyes dies away as Shepard lets the building warp field dissipate, and she cocks her head, squinting up at this suddenly baffling monster.
"Garrus?" She's looking at the hallucination's face, a good four meters higher than Garrus's actual head.
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Not that he's particularly worried about his ego at the moment. Right now, he's relieved he's not being torn apart molecule by molecule.
"Last I checked," He replies, taking a tentative step forward. "Though something tells me that's not what you're seeing."
It would certainly explain why she's craning her neck at nothing.
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"Yeah, not exactly." Shepard can't quite stop herself from taking an involuntary half-step back as Garrus moves towards her. Damn, that thing is unsettling.
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It hasn't even occurred to him that she could be seeing a turian. Why would it, considering how long they've been working together and how many turians she works with on daily basis. It's so ludicrous he'd never even consider it.
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