TDM #2

[lockdownmods]

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 limitedwings amplitude and hypothetical are here to answer them! The information for Round One that has been released thus far can be found over here. You can use that information to flavor your top levels as you'd like!

And as always, the test drive can be used for your application sample. So go wild.

▸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.

▸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?

▸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?

▸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)

▸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?

Comments

[preconstruction]

That's not a bad theory.

[ there's definitely other people here but apparently he no longer cares about that, because it's just the two of them, solving a crime just like normal. and hank may not want to touch the body, but connor doesn't care. it's not like he can leave fingerprints on it. he tilts the victims head just enough to get a real look at the rest of the head wound. ]

Although it's strange, because it doesn't seem like there was much of a struggle when it happened. Either the culprit was extremely precise or the victim didn't put up a fight.

[donotlick]

[ Mmmmyeah, you do that, Connor. But I mean likewise, Hank's in the zone and this is his job so he'll cringe a little at the fact that Connor's messing with the evidence but it's not like they can call in CSU to clean up the mess. ]

Either one seems likely without knowing any suspects. Course, if they got hit from behind then we'd have to take a look at the angle... [ He shrugs. Without signs of a struggle, it does narrow things down. ] But they could've gotten lucky and knocked this poor sucker out. Hard to say.

[preconstruction]

Unless the killer wanted it to look that way.

[ classic murder plotwist. ]

[donotlick]

Right, unless that.

[ Classic in that Hank also considered that, but he'll let you have it, Connor. ]

We might be better off figuring out if anybody had a bone to pick with our dead guy. Not like anybody's dumb enough to go telling people that they know where to hit a man to kill him in one blow.

[preconstruction]

I don't think we're done with evidence quite yet.

[ he nods at the ground. ]

The killer must've stepped in the blood, and left a trail.

[donotlick]

[ Hank waves for Connor to continue. He knows you want to, kiddo. ]

Lucky us. Can you recognize the shoe print and cross-reference to the other people stuck here, or do you need to be hooked up to CyberLife to do that?

[preconstruction]

I could cross-reference it, but only if there's enough of a print to reconstruct the pattern.

[ unfortunately there's likely not but he'll follow the blood trail anyway lets go hank!!! ]

What kind of killer would be that precise, but then not even check their shoes?

[donotlick]

Gotcha. So we could figure out his gait, but not much else...

[ There they go!! What a team!! Hank follows and keeps his eyes to the floor. ]

Unless they really did just get lucky and then made a break for it. But these don't look like the kinda footsteps you make when you're fleeing a crime scene. Maybe they staged 'em?

[preconstruction]

That seems like quite a lot of work, don't you think?

[ busting in the head was one thing, but footprints? ]

I guess it depend on where they go.

[donotlick]

Murders usually are.

[ He shrugs. Murders!!! ]

Let's follow 'em, then. We'll find out one way or another.

[ haha at least this isn't like a video game where you can trail a guy and suddenly he's hiding in the ceiling... ]

[preconstruction]

[ fucking everyone is in the ceiling connors p tired of it honestly. but, cool, they'll follow the footprint trail. ]

Do we know if anyone has located the murder weapon?

[donotlick]

[ Looks up at the ceiling just in case. Thankfully, there's nothing there. ]

Haven't heard anything yet, but the killer might've tossed it somewhere or tried to get rid of it if they had half a brain.

[preconstruction]

That would be the logical thing to do.

[ not that he'd ever plan a murder. ]

[donotlick]

Isn't that what I said?

[ Always gotta make everything logical, don't you, Connor? ]

[preconstruction]

Not everyone makes the logical choice.

[ humans usually make an illogical choice, actually ]

[donotlick]

[ Hank shrugs. You're not wrong, Connor! ]

Murder ain't logical either. So it comes down to whether it was premeditated or not.

[preconstruction]

That isn't always the case.

[ he says it like he both knows hank is going to be mad at him for saying as much but also like it's true and worth saying. ]

[donotlick]

[ Connor. ]

Okay, wise-guy. Lead the way and I'll play your plucky sidekick then, how's that?

[ Mumbled: ]

Jesus christ, why'd CyberLife gotta make you with so much damn sass.

[preconstruction]

[ he stops following the trail, though, and looks at hank instead. ]

You're angry with me.

[donotlick]

No shit.

[ Hank sighs. Why's Connor gotta make everything such a thing. Hank explains slowly, like he's talking to a child. Because really, sometimes it feels like it. ]

Look, I'll level with you here. I know things are pretty fucking different nowadays, since technology does most of the heavy lifting before us cops even step one foot in a crime scene, but back in my day we had to actually throw ideas around before we got shit to stick.

[ Roughing it old school. ]

That means that yes, I know it could be either of the shit I'm saying. I'm just saying it to get the idea out there, got it? I don't have a mind palace or whatever the fuck you use to take mental notes, so it helps to talk it out.

[preconstruction]

[ oh. he thought this was going to be about murder being logical but this is different entirely. he's actually pretty surprised by this outburst, and at least does look apologetic. ]

I'm sorry, Lieutenant. It wasn't my intent to make you feel that way.

[donotlick]

[ Murder isn't logical, that's not ever going to be a thing, hahaha!!! ]

Forget it, it's not like you hurt my feelings or whatever. [ he waves off Connor's concern because, ew, feelings. ] Let's just keep moving and trying to figure out which of these people is a killer, yeah?

[preconstruction]

I don't understand. If I didn't hurt your feelings, why did you say all that?

[ sorry hank. ]

[donotlick]

Ohhh my god, Connor.

[ Hank drags a hand down his face. ]

I was clarifying. Because you were being a smart-ass. Do I seriously have to spell it out for you, or can we keep doing our jobs?

[preconstruction]

I will endeavor to use a tone that is more suitable to cooperation.

[ he really though he was just talking through things with him but if he wasnt, then, he'll try harder. ]