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JANUARY 2018 TDM
TEST DRIVE
JANUARY TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé... What do you mean the city's behaving for once? I. The large opaque dome enveloping the entire city continues to stand tall and firm, though this may be the first time you've noticed the dome itself rather than believe it's simply an eclipse effect. Faintly reflective in appearance but blocking the outside world, the dome still allows the warmth of the weak winter sunlight to seep through. It isn't hard to breathe, and the flora and fauna seem to be responding just as naturally as always. But the city of Recollé is pitch black except for the light citizens shine themselves. The dome stretches incredibly high over the city, but anyone who can get close enough to it will find that they can briefly see themselves in the surface. Upon touching the dome, it appears to be smooth and almost rubbery in texture despite a shell-like shield appearance. Soundproof and unable to provide clues to what's happening outside of the city the dome is also harmless for those who wish to touch it and examine it, causing it to bounce a few times under light impact. However, do be careful not to trigger its defense mode! Should anyone attempt to damage the dome itself, it will light up with a bright, sickening blue color for three seconds before delivering a shock to its attacker and rendering them unconscious for an hour. Perhaps you'll get lucky and you'll only deal with the too-hot-to-touch surface that self-activates when the dome is threatened, or the spikes that appear at the source of impact. The dome seems to have a temperament of its own. It may be best to treat it the way you want to be treated. II. Going about your normal day, the darkness seems endless aside from whatever light can be shed via flashlights, cell phones and interior lights inside buildings. However, as you wander the streets of the city, under your feet a swirl of yellow light appears before darting ahead, bouncing and bobbing its way over snow and concrete to create a clear path for you. It's a little convenient to have a guide to follow, but you're not the only one. Others around you are following their own lights and they all seem to gather right at the entrance of the old subway station. Perpetually under construction for as long as you can remember, the station appears to be wide open for anyone who ventures in. The light will guide you for roughly twenty-five feet before it dies down again. You're allowed to turn back, of course. There's nothing stopping you...except for the vine that suddenly snakes along the ground and wraps around your ankle, hooking onto you and beginning to drag you further into the tunnels. Now would be a good time to start calling for help. III. Back in the city itself, it's hard to say who, exactly, is to blame for the first hit. People are minding their own business and moving on as if everything is perfectly natural as usual. However, in addition to the hustle and bustle small barrels appear on every street corner with an assortment of colored guns. The moment you step up to investigate one of these barrels it becomes a little more clear what, exactly, is happening here. A bright red, green, or blue dot appears on your skin as the laser light hones in on you. Someone's decided to make you their next target in a city-wide game of laser tag and you have precisely ten seconds to run. For anyone tagged by the guns, a confetti-effect of red green and blue dots will appear all over you lasting for up to fifteen minutes before you're back in the game. Will you grab your weapons and join the game? Or will you dodge as long as you can? IV. As the evening sets in, there's a smell in the air. It's not the usual winter-y scent of peppermint or warm soup or anything like that. No, you soon realize that the smell is buttered popcorn and now instead of the barrels of laser tag guns there are carts containing popcorn machines, bottles of soda, candy and more. These carts don't move and they do not seem to be manned by anybody so feel free to take as much as you'd like! At precisely 7pm, the street lights dim a little and the dome above you starts to...glow? It glows and a picture stretches all the way across the sky as a movie begins to play for your enjoyment. Maybe it's the first of the Galaxy Fights series, or it could be that crazy archaeologist turned fortune-hunter Kentucky Smith. The movies will rotate one after the other for the rest of the evening until 7am when the street lamps come on, but for now grab some blankets and a good seat. There's always time for a movie with some friends. BONUS. Of course communication to people outside of the city is still out of the question. Of course it is. There are absolutely no signs of that changing anytime soon no matter how many times you call or text or email. Snail mail is nearly impossible and don't even think about videochatting. On the other hand, it seems as though the powerlines above are beginning to spark, pulsing in patterns of a bright blue color visible to the naked eye. What's up with that? Trying to get a closer look will only reveal a thick, crackling sort of energy that is surely not dangerous in the slightest and is nothing to worry about. The energy won't leave the powerlines at all, but instead the next time you use your phone for anything a song activates instead. It's loud and it can't be shut down, but once it ends you may find yourself in a video chat with a fellow Retrospec user. Say hi! Welcome to the ![]() For current players, please remember that TDM threads can only be used for bonus points, not regains. Please note: you will need a reserve to apply, and current characters must have full AC posted at the time of their reservation. Your January TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here! Our mod questions thread for this TDM is over here! |
baroona | ares
I. THE FAULT IN OUR GLOW-IN-THE-DARK STARS
[there’s a little trail of discarded sticker packs leading up to one of the walls of the dome. following the trail only leads to basil, bundled up in a parka that squeaks every time he reaches up to position a star-shaped glow-in-the-dark sticker. from the looks of it, he’s been at this for awhile, grouping the stars into two clusters that almost resemble eyes. currently, he’s working on the mouth, comprised solely of all the single crescent moons.
except. he’s run out. there’s only one moon per package as opposed to all fifty million stars crammed inside each one. he’s in a pickle, scowling quizzically at the star he’s debating placing mid-mouth.
luckily, you’ve come to help.]
Does this look weird?
[he didn’t even look back to see you. he’s that focused.]
II. HAPPY FEET MINUS THE PENGUINS
[remember the billie jean music video? that’s happening. except this time instead of a solo performance, it’s a mix between a duet and a race. basil doesn’t chase after the light, he dances with it, a modern gene kelly weaving with the light through the city streets. it’s a pretty mindless, blissful activity that he seems sincerely ecstatic performing–
–up until he spots the subway tunnel. then it’s a stop short and a frown. he stands still for a minute, listening, hearing nothing, and then crouching down, as if to get a better look inside.]
Guess it’s as good a spot as any to have a rave.
[why else would fancy ass lights guide people there.]
III. NO BETTER TRICK THAN GOOD HOSPITALITY
[you know what’s a great hiding place for refuge from the war outside? a nice old italian restaurant. despite the chaos outside, it seems peaceful. filled with regular early-birds and the occasional young parents, trying to convince their child it wants some spaghetti. overall, it seems like a nice place to sit down, relax, grab a drink or a bite to eat, and maybe plot out your next move.
at some point, the waiter will come over. either after you’ve ordered food or while you’re still considering the menu. maybe he’s bringing you some drinks. either way he comes up to you with a small smile, hands you your food or drink or whatever.]
Oh, and one more thing. [basil holds up a finger and reaches into the pocket of his apron. he pulls out a blue laser gun and aims it straight at you.
he’s still smiling though it seems less timid than it once did.] Bad luck~★
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[ She scoffs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Was he even looking at it? ]
You know how religious people always say things like 'God sees everything you do'? That's the first thing I think of when I look at this.
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That's the first thing you think of? [he turns around finally, grinning.]
What about the smile emoji? Is that God too?
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You know what I mean!
[ Basil thinks he's real funny huh? ]
Big eyes always make people feel like they're being watched.
[ She offers his half-finished masterpiece another frown. ]
Anyway, you should finish its mouth. It looks even weirder without one-- like you're trying to send some political message or something. There's that one artist who's always doing dumb stuff like that--
[ A profound
Moment of Silence. ]
Banky? Binky?
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but basil snaps his fingers and pretends he sure doesn't.]
Binky's right. Paints big pacifiers on billboards and stuff. Does a lot about censorship and government silencing.
[all of this is said with a 200% poker face.]
I didn't know you were that into this sort of art. I'm impressed.
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Just take my money. Please don't hurt my family.
[ In, you know, complete, convincing monotone. ]
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I'm already going to take your money. [he taps the menu from below with the point of the gun. gotta pay for your food, bud.] I'll need a better offer to reconsider.
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Um... Carbonara, with a panelle side. Would you recommend the gelato?
[ Let him have this last meal. ]
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[he leans down over the menu, scans the items on the limited dessert menu and points to one of them.] We make the tiramisu here. Get that. I'll even cut you a bigger slice than normal in return.
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it's actually really cute! and so nazuna has to praise his cute junior. ] Basilchin, this is so cute! What a clever idea ~♪ [ okay, it's a little weird looking, but also, it brightens up the darkness, even just a little. ] The star looks nice, but maybe you could put one at either end, too?
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[it's an idea... but...]
I think that calls for more artistic skill than I have.
[so clearly the solution is to offer the stars to nazuna instead.] Wanna try?
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so, taking the stars from him, he goes to put them in a dimple like position by the smile. there's just one problem, one problem that nazuna has encountered quite possibly every day of his goddamn life.
he reaches and stretches, up on his very tiptoes, and he absolutely cannot reach the top curve of the smile.
he's still going to keep struggling to try anyway though smh ]
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Try jumping.
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[ dave snaps a picture, the flash going off in the dark...
he seems amused by basil's art, anyway? ]
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[he smiles, turning and sticking the glow-in-the-dark star on dave's forehead.]
There. Found a better place for it.
[now it's his turn to snap a pic. just on his phone though. he's not fancy like dave.] Give me a good pose.
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This qualify?
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[Except...there's something else. Howard blinks. He stares at the waiter. Then at the gun. Then at the waiter again.]
[He finally speaks, his voice deadpan:]
I didn't order the gun with my meal.
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It's complementary. Like a fortune cookie.
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[He's already starting to eat his lasagna with a somewhat disgruntled expression. Look, he just wants to eat. He doesn't want weird waiters pointing guns at him.]
[Howard would be absolutely useless in a hostage standoff and he knows it.]
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i!!! i gotta
Нет. Not at all. I love it...!
[STARS ARE HER FAVORITE - especially after so long without them? this is endlessly delightful to her.]
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[that's great. not exactly what he was expecting considering it's kind of a horrendous sight, if he'll be honest, but... well. he's happy it gets to be enjoyed.
he sticks the star in the center of the moon-mouth, steps back, and shrugs.]
What should I name it?
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Orion!
[she's always god a star-related name on hand. always.]
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[ guess who overheard you, dude. sena huffs, hands on his hips, also narrowing his eyes at the light down the tunnel. ]
Why would you think that anyone would wanna organize a rave in a stinky abandoned subway, anyway?
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You've never been to one, have you? They all end up stinking.
[for some reason or another.]
It's secluded, abandoned and most people still think it's closed. Those walking light things are a cool trick too. [he shrugs and points at another one of said lights hopping along the ground towards the subway mouth.]
What do you think the reason for those are?
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Probably to reel anyone who's stupid enough inside, like an anglerfish. And just like one of those fish, the subway will just swallow you up in complete darkness if you're not prepared. I haven't seen lights like these before though, which makes them even more suspicious.
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