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legionclubhouse2017-03-26 04:38 am
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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. |
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A rather massive and imposing armored figure suddenly found himself in the streets of Titanopolis, the expressionless helmet betraying nothing of it's wearer's thoughts on the situation.
Out of the smoke and flames, dozens of cackling phantom warriors appear, barreling straight towards the armored figure. Despite having little time to react, he swung his Thunder Hammer with practiced ease, trailing arcs of energy as it slammed into one of the psychic constructs, sending it flying. As his first victim landed, it vanished in a cloud of psionic energy. He chuckled, in a somewhat dark sense of humor.
"A pitiable attempt at deception," he said, his unnaturally deep voice booming through his helmet's vox grille.
Silently, he raised his shield, readying himself as the rest of his phantom assailants rushed forward, howling blood curdling war cries.
B: Fire Cleanses the Soul
Making his way through the city streets, Memnon cautiously scanned the buildings with his suit's autosenses. He hoped, at least, to find someone alive who could give him answers as to his current situation.
Eventually he came across two life-signs...trapped beneath burning rubble. A support pillar of a nearby building had collapsed in one of the blasts, knocking down the nearby walls and pinning a mother and child underneath. Judging by the scans, they seemed to still be alive.
Despite the situation, the old Astartes felt compelled to help. His honor, at least, demanded it.
Setting his weapon and shield on the ground, he knelt down, grabbing the fallen pillar. With a mighty heave, the Space Marine's enhanced physique and ancient power armor granted him the strength to lift it high, enough to release the young girl. The child rushes forward, clinging onto Memnon's leg, still distraught. He looked over at the mother as the child psychically pleaded with him to save her.
The woman was unconscious, having shielded her daughter from the impact of the rubble. She was not trapped by anything at the moment. However, if he carelessly dropped the pillar now to go save her, more rubble could collapse, killing her instantly.
As the flames continued to rise, he held the pillar up with one arm, placing a large, gauntleted hand on the girl's head.
"Worry not, child," he said gently, seemingly uncharacteristically. He looked around, hoping that aid would come soon.
If not, he would have to leave this woman to her fate, so that he might still be able to save the child.
E: A Moment of Respite
As the situation died down, Memnon pondered slowly over towards the edge of the city, where the last of the evac ships were being loaded up.
Despite wading through flames and rubble, his regal suit of armor seemed rather pristine. Even his cape was unharmed, being crafted from the tough hide of an Eosian Chimera. And despite hours of dealing with psychic constructs and rescuing civilians, he did not seem to tire at all.
He slowly made his way to the evac site, walking straight up to the first person he found.
"You there," he boomed, menacingly in an unintentional manner. "I demand answers."
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"Need a hand?" He clearly needed a hand, and Shepard's eyes flicked from the pillar to the prone woman to the scattered and likely unstable debris.
Re: B
The young girl continued to cling to him, frightened and upset. Flames continued to spread, and tremors from explosions further off threatened to knock more rubble down upon them all.
"I suggest haste," he added flatly.
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"All right, grab the girl and let's get somewhere less on fire."
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He saw no mark or brand of sanction denoting her as a Sanctioned Psyker of the Imperium, yet if she was a heretic or apostate, she was either very brave or very foolish to brandish such power in front of him.
For now, he resolved to remain wary of her. Should she prove to be an enemy, he would not hesitate in his duty.
In the meantime, he tossed the pillar to the side, the rubble before him collapsing further. Grabbing his equipment, he clipped his hammer to his belt, carrying his shield to deflect falling rubble as they moved on.
Silently he lifted the young girl in his free arm, and began running, his long strides carrying him quickly.
"That way," he said, gesturing to where he could see evac ships coming in.
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Shepard fell in beside Memnon, matching his pace despite a distinct lack of power armor. That muscle weave was paying for itself today.
Most of Shepard's attention was focused on keeping her passenger's head from jostling; any half-competent doctor could treat spinal paralysis, but better to prevent it in the first place.
"This would be easier if they weren't using grav generators." Everything else was burning merrily, so why were those still working? Shepard chose to assume it was due to the universe's desire to make everything a hassle for her personally.
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Memnon once again regarded the Spectre. That she could keep pace meant she was no baseline human. Hidden augmetics were not unknown to him, but such things were typically beyond the reach of an Imperial citizen or an apostate on the run. Such advanced technology meant, to him, she was either nobility or Inquisition. Given her powers, the latter seemed a given.
Still, he did not comment on it for now. Such a thing was a distraction in a hazardous situation.
"And without those generators, all this rubble would be sent farther and with greater force with each blast," he replied. "So, mixed blessings."
That was an attempt, at least, at humor.