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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?
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I feel that, Mister Anderson.
[ she absolutely says his name in a bad agent smith impression every time she says it, for the record ]
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Surprised to see me?
[ Two can play the Matrix Reference game, though he does a quick double take after he responds. ]
I'm surprised you've seen The Matrix, isn't it way fucking older than you?
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[ Hank BSOD's for a second, blinking slowly and looking down at his hands. How come this kid is a kid??? He was 14 when she was born. But she's definitely not 14 years younger than him now. ]
Fuck, I need a drink.
[ Cool. Cool, cool, cool. It's just time travel. We're gonna ignore that. ]
And you probably don't wanna date The Matrix, he'd seem nice but he accidentally started that red pill/blue pill bullshit, so he's got a bad rep.
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[ but oh, that gets a full-body shiver out of her ]
How can a movie so cool still absolutely wear a fedora? But I guess a big summer blockbuster like the Matrix and a twee indie flick like me aren't gonna have much in common.
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[ "twee indie flick" Oh Jesus he really needs that beer. ]
Also I'm pretty sure I got fucking time traveled here, but y'know other that that, I'm fucking great.
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Middle... school?
[ blinks once. blinks twice. ]
Oh my god what year are you from tell me immediately also please and thank you if that helps.
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It's 2038. People aren't riding around on fucking hover boards, if that's what you're gonna ask.
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[ she sighs ]
Alright, lay it on me... what iPhone are we on, and is Half-Life 3 out yet?
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[ He chuckles though. No one appreciates his references back home! ]
Let's see, Apple stopped counting, now everybody has tablets and phones that are just clear—the electrical shit is just on the side. Half-Life 3 is never happening and Valve started its own hippie commune in Oregon or something.
[ That last one sounds like a lie. ]
Most of the shit people own now is made by CyberLife though. After they started making androids and selling 'em for cheap, you didn't really need to check your calendar when you could just ask your own plastic personal assistant.
[ He clearly doesn't agree. :]
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I'm from Detroit, which is where they make most of them, so I've seen it all. Android teachers, android maids, even android detectives.
[ He scoffs. Oh, Connor, that's you, you dumb tin can. ]
Can't throw a fucking rock in Detroit without hitting an android. Not that I condone that shit, but you get what I mean.
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[ He's a little bitter. ]
There's some things machines just can't do.
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[ Awkward... pause. ]
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[ It's not really a problem for him, but that's the principle. ]
Don't get me wrong -- androids aren't all shit. But nobody really wins when they're free labor that just comes back if they get shot.