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theflaws ([personal profile] theflaws) wrote in [community profile] flawedmemes2016-07-02 01:49 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME



TEST DRIVE MEME
PREMISE PLOT ARRIVAL SETTING NAVIGATION

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. From the pastoral villages or bustling, grand cities of Shousal to the massive, sprawling bureaucratic centers of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures and races to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking empoyment, answers to the mystery of their arrival, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!
ladybro: (➵ faded for home)

[personal profile] ladybro 2016-07-05 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Please," Kate agreed with Patrick's unspoken conclusion. "He's probably found some new mark. I wish I could also say he's probably found an easier mark, but I guess I didn't make it all that hard on him."

A little sheepish. She didn't like anyone -- even some punk kid -- getting the best of her. But arriving here had come with a steep learning curve. She still felt like a tourist.
nockgun: (God Save Ireland)

[personal profile] nockgun 2016-07-05 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned. "Aye, a lesson well learned, that. Best to be more discrete if there's a soldier about."

He hadn't been born in the city like his own officer had, but he'd been around and long enough to know what it looked like when some young urchin was lifting someone else's possessions. It was an acquired talent from the inevitability of most of those same urchins ending up in the army as young men.
ladybro: (➵ that could keep us safe)

[personal profile] ladybro 2016-07-05 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, that's what you are. A soldier."

Not that she would have guessed much different than that. The gun just screamed old-time minuteman. Or maybe some kindly farmer with a fowling piece. Once their handshake was completed, Kate slipped smoothly back into her earlier posture. Arms crossed, but not in an unfriendly way. Mostly, she looked comfortable how she stood.

"Who's soldier?"
nockgun: (They'll swear their time is out)

[personal profile] nockgun 2016-07-06 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
It was a terrible cruel thing to ask an Irishman to admit to being a part of the enemy's army, especially one as stubbornly proud as Patrick Harper was. To save himself that, he though only of his own regiment, which was the only one that really mattered to him.

"The South Essex, miss. Sergeant Major Patrick Harper, at your service."

It would, of course, take a woman to prompt him to even offer his service so forthright.
ladybro: (➵ when i was a river)

[personal profile] ladybro 2016-07-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. The place didn't mean much to her, but she at least understood the rank. Sorta. So Kate took another moment to size up the man and his impressive height (like, wow) before she stuck out her hand. To shake, of course.

"Kate Bishop, at yours."

Because service should be mutual, right?