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underlockandkey2018-06-24 04:59 pm
TDM #2
This is the Test Drive Meme for the first full round of Lockdown! If you're interested in joining us, aren't sure, or just want to get a taste of the game itself, this is the place to experience it!
If you have any questions, your mods
And as always, the test drive can be used for your application sample. So go wild.
â–¸Orientation.
The sound of a chirpy alarm wakes you. To turn it off, you’ll realize that it’s flashing 6:30 A.M. brightly on its digital display. It’s not yours. Luckily it’s not hard to turn off. Some of you may recognize the room you wake up in-- to some extent. It’s decorated as a school dormitory, but it’s made for only one. Whether you’ve been here before or not, if you look, it won’t be difficult to find your answers.
An acceptance letter to Fayflower University sits atop the desk, stating that you have been chosen as an Apprentice of something or other-- a member of the first class since the program’s restructure. Some of your classmates, or perhaps even you yourself, have come here having already taken the school’s entrance exam. Others may not. The recruiting process is never a simple one. You may have just caught their eye now.
There’s also a unique looking fitbit attached to your wrist now. It won’t come off, no matter what you try. You can also find a tablet next to your acceptance letter. You can’t download apps, but there are a handful already programmed on it. It might come in handy.
Whatever your particular case is, now would be an excellent time to take a look around the dormitory and meet the others who will be in your “class”. Maybe someone with some experience can enlighten you to what’s going on here-- or maybe you’d just like someone as clueless as you to yell and cry with.
â–¸Faculty Office Consultation.
You may have one or several bones to pick with the individuals responsible for bringing you here. Well the Faculty Office is open! You’re more than welcome to introduce yourself and get to the heart of the matter with them. What kind of answers they may give you though...
Unfortunately the man you'll get, whether you know him yet or not, is Oswald Hale.
Or if you’re feeling particularly naughty... you and your fellow Apprentices may feel like snooping around when the staff is out. Be careful though... wouldn’t want to get caught now, would you?
â–¸Bulletin Board.
In the dorm’s common area, there’s a giant corkboard plastered onto one of the walls. There’s a small banner at the top that reads, “BULLETIN BOARD”. Here’s the perfect place for all your flyers, artwork, or discussion that you’d like to keep off of the tablets. There are some things that technology can’t always emulate, after all.
This would also be a good place to start for those of you who are interested in creating a club of some sort! This is a university, after all, and what’s a university without student-run organizations? You’ve got downtime in between murders, so a little fun can’t hurt anyone...right?
â–¸Fitness Test.
There’s a track, if you look around hard enough, and positioned at the starting line is a clock. Right now, it reads: 00:00:0000. But as you approach, your fitbit provides a prompt… somehow. Were fitbits always able to do this and you just never realized it? But at any rate, the prompt is a simple text with, “BEAT THE CLOCK?”
You can grab others to race if beating the clock is not your style, or if you choose to accept the challenge, the timer will automatically set to 00:00:5500. Once you start running, it will begin to count down. If you beat the clock, it will reset and immediately start counting down again. A successful race will read, “PHYSICALLY FIT” on the fitbit.
However, on your first failure, you will get the error message, “FODDER”.
Anyway, good luck running a 3 min 40 second mile. Totally doable. (not really doable)
â–¸TEST TIME.
Did you think you would survive this without a murder? No of course not. There’s always murder. Maybe it’s someone you were close to... or maybe it was someone you’ve had a few quarrels with (...are some people looking at you a little differently?)-- either way it’s your job to uncover the truth.
But working together with everyone... can you say you really trust everyone anymore?
Kevin Graham | Trails in the Sky
[Well, he doesn’t like this all one bit, but he figures it best to just investigate around and see what’s going on. Maybe he was captured, maybe this is a test, or maybe this a mission and him not knowing the details is what’s going to allow this mission to succeed. Still, a student, huh? Although he’s never been in the university system so this could be pretty fun and interesting.
People will note he’s mostly quiet as he’s looking around. When initially approached he just waves, but maybe finally someone is insistent enough or maybe he’s to the point that he has to speak and:]
Sorry I’ve been quiet. Ain’t usually the talkative type, y’know?
[It’s clear he has an accent and maybe he was trying to hide that? Who knows.]
Anyway, somethin’ I can help ya with? If not-- [He holds his arm up with the fitbit on it.] -- could ya tell me what this is? ‘Fraid I’m not too familiar with it.
Fitness Test
[Beat the clock, he can probably do that. At least the first lap he does as the clock on his fitbit thing resets and he tries to do it again, barely managing to keep the time, though it’s clear as it resets a third time he can’t keep up. He’s human, no matter how one looks at it so the third lap he fails as he sees the word ‘FODDER’ show up on his watch and…]
Fodder? The hell you callin’ fodder, you piece of shit?
[This guy is a priest… and swearing at his watch. Maybe he’s not the kind you want to get sermons under…]
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[Murder, huh? Kevin is almost too calm about this as he approaches the scene with caution to scope it out. While he’s not a detective, he seems to know what to look for, which seems a bit odd for someone who calls themselves a priest. Usually, they give eulogies for the dead, not make an attempt to solve murders.
Though he’ll stay away from the body. Best to leave that to people who know what they’re doing when it comes to causes of death and stuff like that.]
Guess we shoulda seen this comin’.
[He clicks his tongue as he lets out a sigh, saying a silent prayer for the deceased as he leaves the room with his findings.]
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though...figuring out what the fitbit has to do with anything's a good place to start, too. ]
Hey, it's okay. I mean...we're not exactly in the best situation to be making casual conversation anyway, huh?
[ he holds up the fitbit, and ann holds up her wrist in turn, pointing at the little screen on it. ] It looks like it's a Fitbit. You know, those things that you use to keep track of your steps and stuff?
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cultsreligions these days. But if he's that frustrated then maybe it's time for a break! Yoosung is on one right now. Because he doesn't exercise much.]W-Wow. You tried to beat the record?
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Just trying to see who else is fucking stuck here. Name's Hank, what's yours?
[ He shrugs, taking mental notes is part of his job, anyway. But he'll be nice and help out, too. Plus fitbits are so early 2010s. ]
These things were kind of a fad before smart watches really caught on. My guess is they're all hooked up to the network here, which means somebody's probably getting a read on all of our vitals, 24/7. Y'know, because that's not creepy or anything.
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test time!
[ 'cause she's dealt with dead bodies and demons and all sorts of strange things, but no one's ever made her go to school for it. ]
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KEVIN MAH BOI also fitness test
:3
ayy kevin!
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connor | detroit: become human
[ getting past all of the normal "none of this makes sense" nonsense, and imagine with it some serious existential crises about not being able to phone home and fast forward to now. connor is sitting at the desk - the door is open to the hallway in case anyone passes by and wants to say hello (or, lets be honest, in case anything suspicious happens out there) but for now he's playing around with the tablet.
and when i say playing, i mean, truly, it's cookie clicker. it's peak 2013 y'all. though, to be fair, he looks particularly bored with it. he's only settled on this because all the other apps were just as pointless in his mind.
which is why if someone stops in to say hello he can't help but look relieved because he has wasted too long poking around with the cookie clicker. ]
Hello, I'm Connor.
Fitness Test
[ connor examines the fitbit and it's prompt and then the track. what the heck, he's got nothing better to do -- but when he takes off and checks the time he stops ]
That's ridiculous. If every lap is one fourth of a mile at fifty-five second a lap you'd be aiming for a three minute, forty second mile. That's beyond current human capacity.
[ and while he's a fast runner, he's not that much faster than a human. probably. maybe. he could give it a shot. well, in 40 seconds when the clock resets at least. ]
test time
[ lets all be real this is the important prompt. crime scene, dead body -- ]
Excuse me please.
[ connor moves his way through whoever is standing next to the victim so he can get a look for himself. he kneels down next to the body, checking it for signs of trauma. and then, yes, he takes two fingers, touches the blood from the blood trail and puts it right in his mouth. for a moment he's quiet, processing, and then: ]
It seems like our victim died at two am this morning. Did anyone hear a struggle?
stop licking the evidence or so help me
Oh, for fuck's sake! Warn people when you do that! [ He shudders. ] It's fucking gross.
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[ This is all well and good but Terra's staring at the acceptance letter, picking it up, and then shaking his head at it's appearance because really. He had better things to do right now, though it seemed this place had other ideas.
Well, he made his way out of his room and began to look for other people. ]
Hey, you got a moment?
2. Fitness Test
[ Terra's been at this for awhile -- he's fast and he is fit but he doesn't have the speed of his two companions back home on account of being bulky. On his fifth run, he decides it's probably time to make sure he isn't getting too dehydrated, but at least this time he got pretty close.
If there's someone walking in though, he'll nod to acknowledge their presence. ]
...Thinking of trying to beat the timer too?
3. Test Time
[ Once the trial begins, many people start discussing events pertinent to the murder, but the brunette is kind of ... quiet. His eyebrows are also draw together, and his expression mostly unreadable. As time goes on, though, he doesn't even seem to have anything to add to the conversation--clearly distracted. ]
4. Wildcard
[ In which you can spring up something else not listed on the above! ]
slides in on my knees, orientation
But if this is a dream, it's a good one. Aqua has to remind herself to breathe. ]
Terra?
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(Clone) Napoleon Bonaparte | After School Charisma
[ you might be a little apprehensive, but this kid right here is actually looking pretty excited by this sudden turn of events. he's looking around at everything like it's the first time he's ever stepped foot outside.
he's too entranced by everything that he bumps into you, but he's quick to catch himself and pull away. ]
Sorry, sorry! Wasn't watching where I was going. You alright there?
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[ napoleon has his hands on his knees and is panting hard. he did well enough the first lap, then after that things got hard and harder and alright, fine, he knows that even though he's a clone, he's still technically human and some things are just outside his capabilities. ]
What... the hell? Can someone even do this?!
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[ was he cursed? did he do something in a past life to warrant this? (no, don't answer that. he's read up enough about his original to know what napoleon did.) but seriously he can't escape all this murder. ]
Seriously...?
[ he grits his teeth before sighing ]
OK, what should we do next...?
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Yeah, watch where you're going next time, will ya? Some of us are trying to figure out what the hell's going on.
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I was wondering what that clone manga was called. Orientation
glad I could help!
I only flipped through it once, and it still stuck in my head.
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orientation; I couldn't help it.
Osomatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san
[ Okay, so guess who got up after just about everybody else has? No, he hasn't read his acceptance letter yet and yes, he is gonna get out of his room and... start complaining. ]
UGHHH! It should be a crime to wake up this early! I swear to god, if I find the asshole responsible for this...
[ priorities, you moron. But he still seems surprisingly awake for a 'not a morning person' who just got up at an 'ungodly' time. Yeah, he doesn't get it either but maybe he slept for over 20 hours or something before he arrived here. ]
Oh-- Uh, hey, have you seen my brothers? They all look like me! All five of them!
[ Does Osomatsu even realize he's at some type of school yet? Or that he's got some blue thing on his wrist? Or that he's been kidnapped? ]
[ If he does realize the latter, he seems remarkably blasé about it. ]
- Bulletin Board -
[ Here's the bulletin board! And it looks like Osomatu has already contributed to it! ]
[ ...It's a crude drawing of a dick. Of course. ]
[ Later on, though, you'll see Osomatsu putting up another addition to the board. And no, it's not a dick. It looks like he wrote something out. ]
petition 2 rename this place ASS UNIVERSITY
whos with me???
- Test time -
[ A body has been found! Now it's up to the 'The Calming Detective' to-- ]
[ haha, if only. ]
[ Osomatsu's actually kinda freaked out. Maybe because he got told death is supposed to be permanent here? Either that or he doesn't have his costume. It could be either one really. Probably the former though. ]
Well, uh... I-I guess... uh... w-well... I...?
[ what are you trying to say oso ]
...Uh... I swear this doesn't usually happen to me! [ why did you phrase it like that ] I-I'm just trying to ease the--! I-I'm just trying to-- Shit!
[ Is he trying to lighten the mood? He doesn't seem to be doing a very good job of it. And that's an understatement. ]
[ He hates this. He just wants this skit to end so he can go home. But this isn't a skit, is it? ]
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[ yes hello hi did you ask for an unwanted opinion because youre probably about to get one. ]
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the best part of waking up is some goddamn betrayal in your cup
amen 1/2
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aqua | kingdom hearts
[ She doesn't like this at all, but all things considered, she could be doing worse. She has done worse, actually. The relief lasts about half a moment before she's immediately wary and on guard... and she tries to summon her keyblade. No dice. Aqua tries again, then tries her magic, but nothing works.
... well, alright. She's frustrated, but there's no use in dwelling on her failures. (Again.) Aqua reads over her letter, decides it's ridiculous--Apprentice of Light--and steps out of her room. There should be others here. So Aqua focuses on flagging them down. ]
Excuse me.
CONSULTATION.
[ Here's where she'll get answers, and Aqua is determined to get them. She doesn't particularly like Oswald, but he's running the show.
Aqua knocks on the door, and she waits. ]
FITNESS.
... I doubt that's humanly possible.
[ Look, Aqua's in shape, and she's fast, but even she can't do this. Sometimes she still wonders if this is a cruel joke, if this is a dream she'll wake up from.
But she doesn't ever dream of murder.
Regardless, she's out here, and she waves to whoever she sees. ]
Would you like to try a race?
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[ connor has zero answers here unless you want factoids about fitbits, but he always aims to be helpful so he happily stops to answer her. ]
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Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human
[ Hank looks at all the shit he's given and promptly scoffs. Look, he's not gonna judge people who decide to go back to college or whatever, but at 53 he's not really feeling the urge to go back to university. The tablet is pretty old school, so he's definitely gonna try fiddling with that to see if he can figure out who or what the hell is behind this nonsense.
This is a serious nostalgia moment for him. ]
Shit, they have Candy Crush? Haven't seen this one in a while.
[ Yeah, he's walking and talking, but don't worry, despite being on the old side, he knows what he's doing. ]
Operation Faculty Infiltration
[ Fuck the rules, ok? This Hale guy seems like an asshole and so Hank is doing a little recon mission in the faculty office while the ever-so-helpful staff is away. He's brought you! yes, you! Along for this particular investigation, so before you both step inside, he turns and whispers: ]
Alright, don't make me regret bringing your ass along, got it? Keep quiet and don't fucking touch anything. We leave everything exactly how we found it.
Fitness? Good joke
[ Hank looks down at his fitbit. "BEAT THE CLOCK?" No, thanks. He just starts laughing.
That's it, that's the prompt. He's not doing this shit. ]
Faculty
At least he's whispering and being stealthy.]
Hey, don't worry about me too much. Let's just focus on the investigation.
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orientation, let's make time travel jokes
oh good how do you do fellow 90s kid
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pls pretend this is an icon of him grinning 'cause the caps i took of 'em before resized like shit
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Rantaro Amami | Danganronpa V3
Orientation
[Rantaro's one of the folks who's having deja vu, but it's not because he's been here before.
Something's up, he just knows it. Nobody just wakes up in a school with an acceptance letter and a weird tablet. And he's legally a teenager, for crying out loud! Someone's gonna have to get to the bottom of this, but first he should ask some questions. He'll approach you with the tablet in his hand and a confused look on his face.]
Excuse me, you have any idea what kind of place this is?
Consultation
[Oh, perfect. This place is run by a complete sociopath. Rantaro wasn't interested in starring in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but he also doesn't feel like potentially dying from something stupid either. Doesn't mean he's gonna look Mr. Hale in the eye and demand explanations.]
So, lemme get this straight. You're saying we can't leave this school without passing... Right?
Bulletin Board
[There's a note on the bulletin board today. Nothing fancy, just a question.]
Did anyone else get a title that doesn't make any sense?
Wildcard
[Did anyone want to talk to an avocado boy? Now is your chance.]
Orientation
Y-Yeah, sort of...
[But soon enough he resumes eye contact, canting his head slightly to the right in confusion.]
Does that mean you didn't take an "entrance exam" before coming here?
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kaede akamatsu | dangan ronpa v3
[ Waking up in an unfamiliar room with a weird fitbit around her wrist has Kaede extremely concerned, and even more so after she reads the acceptance letter. This is supposedly a university, so there have to be others here right? Maybe someone knows what's going on.
So, Kaede makes her way out of her room to find others. ]
Hey, do you know what's going on?
bulletin board;
[ Kaede's standing in front of the bulletin board, thinking. It'd be nice to have some kind of club or activity everyone could do together.
She sighs. ]
...I wish there was a music room.
wildcard;
[ Create your own adventure! I'm open to pretty much any prompt! ]
bulletin board;
[ hello fellow stranger he is here to make small talk. ]
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Bulletin Board / Have a dude who also likes music!
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Well this is awkward- I mean Orientation
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sam wilson | mcu
[Sam's always been a military man. 6:30 am is sleeping in, and he's been up since at least an hour before. Which is jarring, given he'd set his alarm for a 4:30 am run. But, now he's got no cell phone, no nothing. He's completely disconnected from everyone he knows.
And he's worried about it, even if he doesn't know what to do.
he's got a feeling he's not alone here.]
Hey. If you're feeling confused, you're not the only one.
ii. fitness test
[this is insane. he wants to go running, but the disturbing 'fodder' displayed back at him after he opts to run his own pace? That's distracting.]
I liked it better when fitbits didn't have text.
iii. test time
[Sam can compartmentalize. He knows what this is like, having seen plenty of action in iraq, and the death of his best friend. he's seen the remnants in the countless veterans he's counseled for PTSD. but he'd be lying if he didn't admit that it was shocking to have a place lean in to that as hard as this university had.]
Hey, is someone keeping the area clear? No one needs to see this.
iii
[There is an innocent young woman who steps into the scene, peering at Sam with curious eyes and wondering what exactly is going on. Seems like the idea of 'keeping the area clear' is already failing.]
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nero | devil may cry
[ Close to 6:30AM, Nero kicks his dorm room door open and enters the hallway. He doesn't immediately address any one specific person around him. Instead, he does a sweeping gesture with his "good" arm (the other is in a sling), does a little twirl, and seems to address the room as a whole. ]
What, enrollment's down so your first instinct is to go picking people off the street? Gotta say, my confidence in your program is as low as your admissions.
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Beat the clock, huh? Haven't even been to homeroom and you're already giving out homework. [ The comment is accompanied by an openly sarcastic eyeroll. For a few seconds afterward it looks like Nero's not going to do anything--then he breaks into a sprint.
The attempt is pretty decent all things considered! There are too many factors working against him for him to even come close to the time (the sling on his arm, the heavy and restrictive clothing, the lack of warm-up, and so on) but, hey. Still decent. When time runs out, he wipes some sweat from his chin.
Damn, he's not used to sweating from something as small as thing. When he actually reads the next message, he scowls. ]
Someone's got a nasty sense of humor.
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Not just off the street; they got me all the way from outer space. [ he growls and starts stomping around, looking for an exit. ] I don't have time for this! There's gotta be an exit somewhere, and we should find it.
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Ignis Scientia | FFXV
It takes several minutes of literally blind panic for Ignis to calm himself enough to take a proper inventory. The other three aren't here. He's in a place he doesn't recognize by feel. He's blind, with only a vague sense of light or dark in his right. There are scars on his face. There's a locked watch on his wrist that seems to be able to read out what's on screen to him, and some sort of tablet that does the same. Something about being accepted to a university? One he's never heard of. Apprentice of Retainers sets a grim look to his face. There's a cane leaning by his bed. And he's loathe to pick it up, but when he does?
He finds some things come strangely easily to him. Like muscle memory.
Which only worries him more.
When he finally leaves his dorm room, well, this is clearly a blind man, with some form of visor over scarred eyes and a cane he taps along the floor and bumps gently against walls, corners, doors. His legs move with a confidence he doesn't feel, and though he looks to remain calm, the tension is clear across his face.
It means he bypasses the bulletin board entirely the first few times he walks by it until his hand happens upon the edge of it, and he stops, feels the cork, pages fluttering against his fingers. And he lets out a short huff out his nose.] So this is what it's like to miss out. Comeuppance at last.
[Eventually he makes it to the gym area, and pauses when his cane hits the fitness track, tapping the change in flooring a few times, following it's shape. His fitbit pipes up the prompt, and it falls into place. He's not fool enough to try it (yet), but if someone else wants to give it a go, he'll scoff at the time.] Seems a preposterous time. For an Apprentice Athlete, I should think.
[And eventually, someone is dead. By the time a murder rolls around, Ignis is far more confident in navigating the school. He still relies on his cane, but he's memorized where corners are and how to get to where he wants to, where to find supplies. His nose and ears are sharp--had been from the start, but now he knows how to better utilize the skills he has.
So the smell of blood tints the air before he ever reaches the room. Given Ignis' tendency to rise early, he might even be one of the first to find the body. When there's an investigatory crowd, or at least more people, he hangs back. Suddenly feeling...a little more useless.]
May I ask, what does the scene look like? [Who, how, where should he not step?] I may not be able to take a look, but I'll help however I can. [connor you're not the only one who can lick evidence but at least you'll survive it, but other smells or strange sounds, or even furniture knocked out of place, he can help in some ways, depending on the situation. Even if the help is standing by the door and keeping people out, or remaining calm in a tense situation.]
(voice testing pls forgive) ded body
he's got barely enough time to process it before ignis comes this close to stepping on the dead body. ]
Whoa, whoa-- [ keith puts a hand on his shoulder to stop ignis from stepping any further. ] uh, body's right in front of you. Don't move any closer.
[ ... ] There's a lot of blood, uh... [ god. he doesn't even know where to begin. if ignis has any questions, that might help guide their investigation. ]
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keith | voltron: legendary defender
[ keith doesn't remember falling asleep. he wakes up somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere that definitely doesn't look like the castle. he looks around and immediately realizes that this isn't where he's supposed to be. he immediately goes to grab his knife, but realizes it's not there. he panics, but his instinct is to investigate.
he exits the room and realizes he's mostly surrounded by...humans? lots of them, too. maybe some who definitely aren't, but keith hasn't seen this many humans for...ages.
he goes up to the nearest person and asks: ] Are we on earth right now?
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[ keith is completely unimpressed with the bulletin board.
he narrows his eyes at it, crosses his arms, and then immediately starts taking everything down. were you trying to recruit people for a club? or maybe you drew a dick pic. regardless of what it is, if it isn't anything related to figuring out what's going on, keith is taking it down and tossing it on the floor.
rude. ]
fitness test
[ he's actually running the mile because he thinks it'll be good to keep up his stamina for when he reunites with voltron. whenever that'll be. he actually wants to see what his time will be, and if he can beat the clock.
(he doesn't.)
he's got his hands on his knees, panting... his time is actually really, really good, but he gets the "fodder" message on his fitbit. ]
Fodder? Are you kidding me?!
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Congratulations, oppa!
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2-D // Gorillaz
[Gorillaz. A new band, a new experience. It hasn't been very long since the band's first single, Gorillaz came out and 2-Ds still getting used to the attention. It all kind of hit him fast and hard -- one minute he's working at a keyboard shop the next he's been in two serious car accidents which caused his eyes to go all black and now he's here, more or less kidnapped to be the frontman of this band with complete strangers.
Though he hasn't been in the band very long, he's... a little certain that this place he just woke up in wasn't their studio. Kong Studio was.. a bit of a mess, and this room looked far cleaner than the one he was given. Curiously, 2-D pushes himself out of the bed and picks up the letter, reading it over but no matter how many times he does, it makes.. absolutely no sense. He didn't have time to attend college, he just started being in a band! He can't handle both things at once, he can barely handle the one!
He has to politely decline, somehow. So he leaves his room, peeking a head out to the hallway and the sight of other rooms surprises him a little. It's like.. a dorm. And it doesn't take him long to find one of the other people staying here as he wanders the halls, and he addresses them in a quite nasily and thick cockney accent.]
Oh, uh, hello! Do y'know where the um... the uh..
[He scratches his head, lost in thought for a moment.]
The principle-- no, I mean the headmaster. Yeah, the headmaster... have you seen 'im? I gotta tell 'im that I can't go to college, or Murdoc's gonna get really mad if I miss band practice.
[He says, as if he expects everyone to know who his band member is.]
ii.
[Through pure luck, 2-D has wandered to the faculty office. It seems like the place a headmaster would be, right? So he wanders in but oddly enough, there's no one here.]
Helloooooo?
[He calls out as he steps in, feeling a little creeped out by the atmosphere of the room. It just feels like he Should Not Be In Here and he's about to turn around and leave.. he trips over a chair, sending himself face down onto the floor and he bumps into the nearest table, knocking over a mug of coffee and just making a complete and utter mess. It's definitely a loud enough crash to be heard.. lets just hope the faculty aren't the ones who hear it.]
iii.
[Murder. Someone was murdered. What started out as a curious and interesting accidental-university-acceptance turned into one of his classmates being murdered, in cold blood. And unfortunately 2-D was.. the first person to find them. Their body at the bottom of a staircase, bones broken and snapped in unnatural ways and blood-- there was so much blood. Pooling underneath them with stab wounds all over. It was total overkill and 2-D screamed loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. He had bruised himself lightly falling backwards after stumbling upon the body and now he's sitting off to the side as everyone investigates with his knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his arms, mumbling.]
I-it's not real... th-this isn't real....
3
Rantaro's already done his part; Checked the body for anything suspicious, discovered some evidence in the process... Now it's time to go check on the British guy who clearly shouldn't be allowed near a crime scene. Hopefully, he doesn't jump too much as Rantaro lays a hand on his shoulder.]
Hey... Uh... You doing alright?
[Well, no. But what else is he supposed to say?]
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Doug Eiffel | Wolf 359
[Weird as it is, Doug panics when he realizes he isn't strapped into his bed. He shoots up far too freely, panics a little, and then panics a lot more when gravity kicks in. Gravity hadn't kicked in in over a year. Gravity was a fun earth thing like porno mags and non-contraband boxes of cigarettes.
Doug falls from his bed, right onto his face. That... hasn't happened in a long time either.]
What the hell -- Hera? [The letter on the table is ignored. Most of his surroundings are ignored. He waits for the A.I. to respond, and when she doesn't? He stumbles out of the door and falls promptly into the hall.]
Minkowski? Hilbert? Mind telling me what brand of crazy we're tuned into today?
Bulletin Board
[It takes approximately 30 seconds for Eiffel to get bored. Sure, he'd managed to swallow it down long enough to get a good panic going, but once that fades and Doug finds that he doesn't even have his usual job to keep him entertained?]
Stupid Fayflower. Stupid school, stupid tablets, stupid --ohhh! [He stops dead in front of the bulletin board. The gears in his head start turning, and within a few minutes he's plopped himself down with a piece of paper and a pencil.
The drawings are crude stick figures, a man and a woman again and again. Colorful phrases like 'Hilberts sniffs genetically modified butts' and 'Minkowski smells of elderberries' are drawn above said figures. Eventually the papers are all tacked up, and Doug can't help but beam at them.]
Awesome, right? A super awesome, totally talented artist did that. Amazing right?
Test Time
[Doug finds the body because of course he does. It's always him being struck by solar flares or listening to ghosts in the machines. Doug seeing dead people might up the ante a little bit but it's still par for the course.
He announces the murder with a shriek. Normally, Hera would have shut him up before he even opened his mouth to scream once. Minkowski would have clapped a hand over his mouth. Hilbert would have cut out his tongue and done an experiment on it.
But they're not here. It's just Doug Eiffel, facing down a cold dead body that didn't get that way by itself. And he has no idea what to do about it.
Besides, of course, wading through the sea of viscera, holding a hand over his mouth and swallowing down bile. He shakes the body once, then place his hand entirely over their neck. Because that's how you check for a pulse.]
Alright, Eiffel, they're dead. They're dead and now you've gotta figure out how to get them undead. No. You gotta... find the killer, that's it. A killer in a room full of strangers. Who might think it's you because you found the body. Oh god, what if it was me. What if I woke up in my sleep but I didn't know it and --
[Someone please.... please shut him up.]
Test Time
Murder was unacceptable. War wasn't acceptable either but that was a different disease.]
You'll contaminate yourself. Bacteria starts festering in an open wound without proper treatment. Stand aside. [Even if her heart ached her voice and expression showed none of it. It was, like always, monotone. Steady.]
Mister Eiffel, you're only upsetting yourself further. [She's trying.]
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Brigitte Fitzgerald | Ginger Snaps
[Nothing quite beats good old fashioned 90s polaroids for quality photography, right? There's a few on the board, one is a selfie of B flipping off the camera, others are shadowed and mean to be unsettling. There's an awful lot of blood and is that a finger!?
The obvious culprit is sitting in the lobby with a notebook over her knees, scribbling messily and demolishing the end of a pen with her teeth. Anyone that dares even look in her direction gets somewhere between a snarl and a sneer depending on how much she dislikes you. (Hint: she dislikes everyone.)]
Fitness Test
[Fuck she just wanted to find somewhere to smoke in peace. Jesus fucking Christ why was that so hard? She scowls down at the fit bit, gnaws on it for a second like she might be able to get it off with her teeth, and then....
Lays down in the middle of the track. Yeah, you fuckers that wanna race? You've got a hurdle now.
Careful, B. Someone might trip and break their neck. Then who's responsible~
She sighs, fishing her smokes out of her pocket.]
At least it'd be fucking funny.
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Come at me bro.
Magnus Burnsides | The Adventure Zone: Balance
»Orientation
Haha, okay, you guys got me, real good.
[Here's one new student, casting around for anyone he knows and definitely not looking at all nervous.]
Yes, I am very definitely a student at this school I've never heard of or enrolled in, I totally believe all of this, it is definitely not any kind of hallucinatory mindflayer horse-dookie.
[He takes another look around like he's expecting something to happen.]
...seriously, where's the guy I have to beat up to get out of here, that's how this kind of thing always works.
»Faculty Office
[At some point during the office's closed hours, a small piece of paper has been taped up over the door sign. It's- not very professional looking at all, really.]
[But the makeshift sight now declares itself to be "Faculty Orifice".]
[Magnus is around the nearest corner, looking entirely too pleased with himself for what he will claim are entirely unrelated reasons.]
»Fitness Test
[Yup, that sure is a reasonable running time to beat.]
OH COME ON, THIS IS- ...your FACE is fodder!
[Magnus is just yelling at his fitbit because of reasons. As you do.]
Faculty Office
Well she pulls a pen shaped like a bone from somewhere and starts scribbling on the paper.
There's now a doodle of a man in a suit choking on a chicken bone. Because that's the best thing to happen to any of the faculty's orifices.]
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Nikolai Gogol | Bungou Stray Dogs
[What's with that acceptance letter? What's with the FitBit? So many questions! So much mystery! How exciting it all is! Gogol can hardly constrain his energy bumping into the new faces.]
Hellooooo to you, fellow student~!
[He bows deeply, and springs right back up with a bounce.]
Who might you be?
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[Gogol is, currently, in the process of tacking a poster to the board. It's rather bright and colorful, though the lettering and layout is so haphazard it was most certainly a lovingly-rushed job.
It reads:]
Circus club!
Join for fun, games, and what it really means to be a clown :o)
[Looks like he forgot to add any other details.]
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[As though he were at the theatre, and not at a crime scene, he eagerly turns to whoever is closest to him, and grabs them by the shoulder.]
Oh, gosh! Isn't this shocking?! Who could have done such a thing?
[Spoken with the most dramatic faux-concern anyone could muster, with the occasional gasp to boot.]
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Not disappointed by the sight of the colorful poster he turns to its creator and smiles.]
Hey, so I assume you're the clown president?
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Neku Sakuraba | TWEWY
[Neku, for being one of the youngest people here, is... well, not calm exactly. He's coiled like a spring ready to go off at any moment. But he's not actively freaking out. Helps when this isn't the first weird 'win or die' game you've been in... even if he had only been in that one for two days before showing up here.
In fact, he's pretty convinced this is part of the same Game. Which is why he keeps looking down at his palm and scowling. Either way, he's avoiding literally everyone else around him, and if anyone looks about to come over and chat he... literally just walks away before they can start.]
Fitness
[Well, Neku is at best 'scrawny' and at worst 'scarily skinny' - and none of that looks to be much muscle. But still, you might find him at the track trying to beat the time. He's actually pretty fast, but he utterly lacks the stamina to manage anything close to the time. This attempt he flops over, gasping and groaning]
What the.... what the freakin' hell...?
[Missions are hard, but this seems outright impossible]
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[When the body is found Neku is... not doing great]
Someone actually did it...
[He sounds both shocked and annoyed. Yeah, logically he knew someone would- he had even stated that *he* might in passing when someone worked him up. But actually looking at a corpse he looks all his 15 years of age. Pale, maybe even a little green, and unable to look away.
Maybe even a little scared. He can't remember why this bothers him so badly, but something deep in his head finds this very familiar.]
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[Zim is clearly standing next to Nsku, sipping from a Squishee that is roughly the size of his body. He seems relatively unphased, despite being much greener than Neku.]
The wormbaby was clearly asking for it.
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invader zim | hot topic
[Friday. It's finally Friday, and you know what that means.
It means that Zim has regained a Squishie, and suckles on it as he walks down the hallway. As he does so, he casually speaks, not even breaking his stride.]
Oh, yeah, there's a dead guy in the bathroom. Good luck with that, hyooman.
Viral | TTGL
[There is a man stalking the halls - tall, with blond hair that falls in complete disarray over his shoulders in sharp contrast to how neatly pressed his uniform is. He know how to take care of a uniform.
It's the rest of this garbage that he doesn't understand.
Quite probably, you'll easily notice that his too-large (way too large) hands are both lightly furred and Significantly Clawed before you notice the fact that he has an arrival letter pinched almost delicately between forefinger and thumb. It's easy enough to guess that he's looking for answers, but it's very much most likely that you'll be greeted with - ]
Tch. A human?
[ - obvious disdain and the narrowing of the man's one visible, cat-pupiled eye.]
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[So whether you accepted the challenge or not, there is someone on the field looking curiously at the device attached to his (still way too big and furry to be human, that hasn't stopped being a thing) wrist. Viral eyeballs the timer, glances up at the track, back at the timer.]
A challenge, is it? Very well. I accept.
[And without any care as to whether anyone else is around, he's off like a shot - uncannily, inhumanly fast. If you have quick eyes, you might have seen, in the half-instant before he was gone, a smirk containing bright, shark-like teeth.
Wait around for a minute and he will, in fact, be back around, sliding to a stop with a huge cloud of dust following him. A glance at the clock and - ]
Damn, three seconds shy. That's what I get for not warming up first.
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I- you- that- how- how...! How am I supposed to compete against that- that ludicrous speed!?
[WELL. TIME TO START MENTALLY WRITING HIS LAST WILL.]
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