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 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. ]

[donotlick]

[ Sometimes Hank is just a dick, maybe he'd be happier if he could find some booze tbh. (or sometimes I mis-read tags and these things happen, which could it be.) ]

Great. Keep it up and let's talk blood trails. Sound good?

[preconstruction]

[ honestly sometimes connor really does sass him so ]

Yes.

[ he'll let hank lead this time and everything ]

[donotlick]

[ Of all the androids in the world, Hank had to get saddled with this one. Gosh!! ]

Good.

[ Hank nods and leads the way. He likes this better tbh, but mostly because it lets him take the first shot if they find anything dangerous. Because maybe Connor can come back under normal circumstances, but Hank is still the kind of guy who'd take a bullet for him. ]

Alright, looks like this is it. It just... stops here.

[preconstruction]

Maybe we'll find the shoes, if we look.

[ strip searches are a lot easier when the criteria is which one of you fuckers isnt wearing shoes. ]

[donotlick]

Yeah, shoes aren't as easy to get clean as a weapon might be. They could've just cleaned 'em and put 'em back on, too.

[ Blood seeps into cloth way better than it seeps into metal, duh. ]

Think you could scan people's feet for, I dunno, blood particles or something?

[preconstruction]

I could try - if they're still wearing the same shoes they might still have traces. But there are plenty of agents that can clean blood even without normal household cleaners.

[ blah blah blah lemons blah blah blah ]

[donotlick]

[ l e m o n s ]

It's too damn bad your walking forensics lab isn't working here or we'd have this one in the bag. Assuming we can find the murder weapon, anyway.

[preconstruction]

That would be nice.

[ but there's definitely something about his tone; something more. he's clearly not happy about where this conversation turned. ]

[donotlick]

[ oh, is that uncomfortable, Connor? Hank's gonna prod. ]

How're you holdin' up, anyway? Must be like you're stuck trying to run on Airplane Mode, huh?

[preconstruction]

Something like that, yes.

[ maybe hank is trying to be callous with the analogy, but he's also not wrong. ]

I...

[ actually, on second though, nah. ]

[donotlick]

[ He's actually not trying to be callous here, it just seemed like an appropriate analogy. But he can tell something's up. ]

This your first time being 'out of network'?

[preconstruction]

Yes.

[ detroit is super wired, obviously. ]

[donotlick]

[ That sounds like a real kick in the dick. ]

You gonna be alright?

[preconstruction]

If my biocomponents are damaged here, I will not be able to fix them.

[ and his body will break. permanently. ]

[donotlick]

Ah.

[ Hank can guess what that means. Like going deviant without all the fun of having free will. ]

Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, alright? Neither of us is getting killed here.

[preconstruction]

I’ll hold you to that, lieutenant.

[ he really hopes hank won’t try and save him if he’s hurt. He’s still a replaceable machine - for all he knows cyberlife could have replaced him already. ]