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Neo Sapien Mod Account ([personal profile] neosapienmods) wrote in [community profile] neosapienooc2019-12-30 12:51 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

JANUARY TEST DRIVE





1: SPRAWLING WASTELAND, GLOWING IN THE DARK
No sunlight reaches the Underground, but there is rain: grey, oily droplets that slowly trickle down from the city above, seeping through layers of concrete until they drip from broken light fixtures onto the aptly named black markets below. The glow of neon signs keeps the shadows at bay, just barely. What was once a system of utility tunnels and basement bunkers is now a warren of tiny shops offering reprogrammed ID chips and back-alley cybernetic upgrades, where hitmen and slave traders operate with lawless impunity. But someone is always watching... the eyes of Yakashbah, graffitied in bioluminescent paint, stare unblinking from the walls.

People come to this place for only two reasons: they're either looking for something, or they're trying not to be found. Whatever your reason, the Underground welcomes you.
2: A MIND OF DARKNESS, A HEART OF LIGHT
Outside of manicured parks and glass-enclosed vertical farms, green space is rare in New Gate City, so the elites flaunt their wealth in private rooftop gardens. Fragrant, exotic flowers bloom amidst strings of lanterns, and real grass - an extravagant luxury - carpets the ground beneath partygoers' feet as they sip champagne and admire the dark cityscape below. Tonight, one of the Douman Zaibatsu's myriad charity organizations hosts its annual fundraising gala... but this year, the special guests attract even more attention than the celebrities and fashionistas in attendance. Representatives from the Neo Sapien Organization have been invited to speak on the topic of Human/Meta-human relations, and to raise money on behalf of job placement programs for impoverished Metas in the Last Ward. Of course, most within the Douman Zaibatsu would prefer that these "job placement programs" send Metas to the farms far outside New Gate City (or better yet, to the lunar strip mines), but at least for tonight, members of both factions hide behind false smiles and false words.
3: AS FEAR'S REPLICATING, YOUR WORDS RESONATING
Someone gasps, and everyone looks up. Arcadia's central shopping district goes silent, save for the distant sound of pop tunes played over tinny speakers, as a massive black banner unfurls down the side of a building. A crudely drawn eye fills the banner, bisected by a line of white paint... the unofficial symbol of the Meta rights movement. People start to whisper, and somewhere, there's a cheer. Police drones buzz through the air above.

Meta rights protests aren't uncommon in this part of New Gate City, even though they're soon dispersed by local security forces. This banner, too, will be quickly taken down and destroyed, but the photos and videos of the event will be harder to suppress. Already, the bystanders are murmuring to each other, some in support and some in fear. Others keep their heads down, wary of expressing their true feelings about the rising numbers of Meta-humans. And as security forces move to block off the area, others are frantically trying to disappear.
4: A NEW HOPE GLISTENS OFF THE STREETS
The blocks surrounding the Neo Sapien Organization's headquarters in the Middle Ward are like an oasis at the center of an otherwise inhospitable city. Old buildings have been renovated into bright and cheerful apartments that accommodate a variety of Meta-human physiologies, Meta schools and Meta-owned businesses are flourishing, and Meta-friendly shops and cafes line the streets.

The best coffee in the Middle Ward can be found at The Mean Bean, just across from the NSO building, where the shop's fire-breathing Meta owner personally roasts every batch. NSO employees and and other patrons of the popular cafe congregate to discuss local news and gossip: a proposed Meta registration and identification law, rumors of vigilante gangs near the border with the Last Ward, and rivalries between NSO university sports teams. Arguments occasionally grow heated (especially when it comes to sports), but overall the atmosphere is friendly and congenial.
5: WITHIN THE CHAOS, I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE
The Last Ward's electrical grid is reliably unreliable, but blackouts on this scale are rare. Half the ward has been dark for the past three days, save for a few emergency generators and dwindling battery backups. As winter winds batter old, drafty concrete apartment blocks, the residents grow restless and frustrated. Police have already put down several riots, but there's no stopping the spike in looting and other petty crimes.

In the Parish, many people have opted to barricade themselves inside their homes until the blackout ends, but others are taking advantage of the chaos. Most, though, have chosen to band together to protect each other throughout the long nights. The people of the Parish may not have much, but at least they have a sense of community.
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[personal profile] fibrillate 2020-01-06 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," they said, sighing quietly. They really should've known by now that he would be fine without them and that this unbelievable string of bad luck of his was only going to ding him up at best, but. It was hard not to be at least a little worried about him.

"I still haven't been able to make time to play anything in between everything else. I'm getting by on podcasts until then." TAZ II: The Sequel to TAZ had been sating their curiosity for the most part, but it was making them antsy to come up with a character and sit down and do some stuff with friends, too. That was how it always went, they heard.

"It's not like I'm not already playing my own character every day anyway," they added with a sly grin. "You're lucky you met someone who thinks naming themself Leviathan is the coolest thing in the world. Who else would listen to you brainstorm attack names for hours?"
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[personal profile] thezekeinator 2020-01-06 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Especially since you AREN'T one." Seriously, Levi's one of the smallest or at least slenderest people he hangs out with. They're the anti-Little John of these Merry Thems.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the one that had sent him tumbling without much regard for the space he might be stealing from Levi under the table. "Sounds to me like we've got to make some time. Who else are we going to haul into this mess?"

Yes, he'd just implicitly agreed to play with them and even help them out in making it happen. Don't point that out, okay, Levi? Direct signs of caring are kind of weird between the two of them!
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[personal profile] fibrillate 2020-01-09 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a metaphor, dummy," they said, and they were grinning, and they didn't even mind that he was taking up so much space; he wasn't a bad person to share it with, after all. And again, it wasn't like Levi took up that much in the first place.

"I'll figure it out. Jess might be a lock, but her schedule would be rough to work with. Jack-O would probably be really into it, but I don't know what everyone else might think about having her there?" Not that Zeke would probably have any objections with what was effectively another NSO pet project, but not everybody was as chill as Levi about a hyperactive cyborg. They inhaled carefully and looked away ever so slightly. "I'm... going back and forth on inviting Yang."
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[personal profile] thezekeinator 2020-01-09 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Zeke nodded. He got that. Yang was a dear friend and a treasure, but whether she was suited for that sort of activity was another thing entirely. Whether Zeke himself was could be yet another thing, though he'd find a way to enjoy it for Levi's sake no matter what.

"If you find enough people without her, don't worry about it. If not, invite her, and if it doesn't work out, I'll talk to her about it." They were capable of having mature discussions, honest!
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[personal profile] fibrillate 2020-01-11 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll talk to her about it?" they repeated dryly. It wasn't that they didn't trust Zeke, it was that... well, no, they didn't really know what they were getting at. They shook their head.

"You remember why her and me broke up, right? Because she kept throwing herself into the kinds of situations that made my heart want to explode?" It was such a matter-of-fact thing for them to be saying when it was removed from the situation like this, but it was kind of a serious thing, too. "If she plays tabletop the same way she does everything else, it'll take more than a talk to get through to her."