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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.
▸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?
Bulletin Board / Have a dude who also likes music!
I doubt it. Whoever's behind this, they're doing a shit job of running this place. Don't bother tryin' to talk to the faculty...
[Despite the totally confident, too-cool-for-this-school aura he's probably giving off, he reeeeally doesn't like the thought of being stuck here. They should be looking for a way out, right? Why's she so worried about a music room?]
no subject
Did you try talking to them? I've been meaning to but... I guess they weren't helpful, huh?
[ She was afraid of that. Waking up here with no explanation had her afraid that no one would be willing to give her answers. ]
no subject
[Very wise, he is.]
So...where'd you get pulled from? Last thing I remember, I was in my dorm at my own school. No one told me anything about a transfer, and with our security, there's no way someone could've kidnapped me...
[Okay, he doesn't wanna sound crazy. But there's a suspicion itching something fierce in his brain, and this girl could probably use some comforting. So here goes:]
Wanna know something? I bet the people in charge there are responsible. That's the ONLY way this could make sense.
no subject
I remember... falling out of a locker and into some weird classroom.
[ She's still a little disoriented from it all, actually, and it worries her. But Kaede looks at him in surprise. ]
You think so?
no subject
[That doesn't tell him much at all, but it is odd how she ended up in a locker.
He pauses, deciding whether or not to tell her more. She's asked now, so he can't refuse. (Plus, the pause probably adds some dramatic effect as well)]
Absolutely. I can tell you why.
[He looks around, because it occurs to him that they could be listening in. Then he leans in a bit closer, and in a lower voice, he says:]
Where I come from, my class was locked up, just like we are now. And you wanna know what they were gonna do to us?
[He'll wait for her to say yes, because he doesn't wanna be a dick and scare her. He'll leave out the part about the evil teddy bear, though.]
no subject
[ There's no overgrown vines dangling around the windows here.
She can't help but lean in too, listening carefully. Her eyebrows furrow in worry. ]
What were they gonna do?
no subject
[He puts his mouth to her ear, cups his hand in-between, and whispers:]
It was a killing game. They were gonna make us murder each other so we could escape.
[As he says that, there's this sudden uneasiness at the bottom of his mind, seeping through like a spilled drink into carpet. The very last thing he can remember is being in his room at night, but for some reason, he feels this guilt at the mention of killing. Fuck...well, whatever, it's just a stupid feeling.]