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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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but he turns his back away from the track to catch his breath. should have taken some uppers he thinks because that would have given him the speed needed to beat the score.]
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"Thanks." he pauses briefly, wondering what to tell the guy. "Not exactly human." doesn't take long for nic to notice that this guy didn't need to catch his breath. "I'm guessing you aren't either?"]
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geeze some people sign and act like every signer knows every sign. geeze.
"I'm tagged."
as if that explains anymore than android does.]
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"Like a machine?" ah but he doesn't know what tagged are either? strange. "A Twilight. Things with enhanced abilities unlike humans. Do you know about celebrer?" he takes the time to spell out celebrer.]
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cause that's what machines are right? they're just tools. tools and weapons to be used by ordinary humans. nic isn't about to fret the details either way.]
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this time he shuffles around in his pocket for a bottle of pills. he rattles the bottle, feeling for how many he's got left because this is his last supply. also idk if this is game breaking but fuck it yall.
"Does the clock reset?"]
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"Yes, it does." He doubts he can break it, but at least he'll run with him again. "Do you want to give it another go?" ]
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"Yes."
he pops a few of the uppers into his mouth, chewing on them before swallowing. here goes nothing!!! the effect is almost immediate and he grows impatient waiting for the clock to reset. but once it's reset? he's off again like a race horse. only this time he's visibly faster. and visibly unhinged.]
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he looks absolutely wild though when he stops. hands shaking with adrenaline. don't worry connor he won't murder. yet.]
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not that he'll spare them, he's trying to diagnose whatever is happening with his new companion.
"Do you need help? You're shaking." ]
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but a part of him knows that there's no coming back if he caves into the side effects of the pills now. especially with the dosage he's taken; always nearly an overdose. another part of him doesn't care. with shaky hands he tries to grab the pill bottles out of his pocket again, dropping one on the ground as he tries to open the other. if he can take a downer he'll be fine.]