TDM - Somewhere, beyond the sea~

[bathymetric]

THE UNKNOWN SEAS TDM

Hello and welcome to the Test Drive Meme for Unknown Seas! Welcome to the bottom of the whole ocean, kids. Use this as a space to freely test characters or character options in something close to the setting! Standard format applies, drop your character name and canon in the subject line

The facility is pretty simple, even if there isn't an exact map yet. There are a number of various windowless rooms and common areas in clusters connected by long glass corridors built in the bottom of the sea. If you look up you can see more tunnels above, but they're darkened completely. Here's some prompts! The kids love prompts, right?

1. Arise from the depths (of sleep)

You wake up in a very functional and simple bed in a very functional and simple room. It's definitely not, however, where you went to sleep. Did you even go to sleep? That's pretty alarming. Also potentially alarming is the window in the wall above the writing desk you've been given - that's uh. That's water out there, buddy. You're underwater. Well-lit underwater, but underwater. You should probably look around or maybe outside - who knows, maybe other people are around here? Or maybe you want to try to demand to speak to a manager.

2. Killing time

Between bursts of violent murder, there aren't exactly a bunch of scheduled activities in this place. So there's a need to fill the time somehow... what are you doing to kill time? I know most everyone interested is a murdergame vet of some kind, so feel free to add in whatever standard murdergame rooms you like to fill the space! There's all kinds of things here. Maybe there's a theater, or an art room, or... an aquarium, for ultimate levels of nonsense?

3. Motive time!

The Professor has announced a new motive for murder! Maybe you've been given an envelope with your deepest darkest secret, maybe you're being offered a great deal of money... maybe he's giving the kitchen staff a week off! There's all kinds of things he could do.

4. Material goods???

There's a vending machine in the hallway, with no... buttons for selection or anything, which is weird. All you can do is drop the coins you sometimes get into the coin slot and hope! It might drop all kinds of things - it's regains, you know the drill.

5. Down where it's wetter, down where someone's deader...

There's been a murder! Get out there and investigate, or like... don't. I'm not your dad. Maybe you want to shield some poor teenager from a grisly murder? Or maybe the investigation is over and you want to chat about the grisly murder over some relaxing tea from the kitchen. You do you!

6. Other

Or maybe there's something not on here that you want to do! This TDM is for you, live your dreams!

Comments

Anna Fugo | GRANBELM

[emberserker]

[2]

[The library in here looks fine enough for something in an underwater lab, by which we mean it's weird. Anna, though, seems serious about it; she's scanning the shelves with a growing frown.]

No history, no geography. Nothing about where we are. Ugh, there must be something here.

[3]

[Anna opens her envelope, draws a photo out, and laughs harshly before crumpling it up, her glare burning as it never leaves the paper.]

This is my hostage? Don't make me laugh. I'd sooner kill that demon myself!

[4]

[Money, she understands, even if this vending machine is a little suspect. So Anna slides one coin in and turns the crank, only for... well, a box displaying scale model of this to plop into her hands. Assembly and painting required, of course.]

It's mocking me.

4

[bolderfell]

What is that thing.

[emberserker]

That thing is an ARMANOX! Well, a model of one. Like those little robot models they sell to people with too much time on their hands. The Professor has a ridiculous sense of humour, to have made one like this.

[bolderfell]

...

[As if he got any of that.]

Pretty sure no one could move in armor like that.

[emberserker]

It's not armour you wear. Think of it as a mobile doll, or a giant robot if you're that inclined.

3

[mouflon]

Did it occur to you that maybe that's the point?

[ Rin doesn't display such a strong reaction, the scowl that had been on her face a moment ago smoothed clean. Whatever photograph was in her own envelope, it's tucked neatly back inside and tucked under her arm. ]

I don't know what your story is, but it sounds personal. This would be taking away your chance to pay them back yourself, right?

[emberserker]

[Anna seethes. She uncrumples the photo and stuffs it back into the envelope.]

That's true enough. It's what I want the most, I'll give them that, but even just getting rid of her at all would be better than the alternative.

[mouflon]

Oh? How sensible of you.

[ rin is there literally any reason for that to sound so backhanded ]

Then it sounds like neither of us have anything to worry about for the week. Well, barring everyone else here, but that's how it always is.

[ It's, like, barely worth mentioning. ]

[emberserker]

Well, everyone thought that last week, and look what happened.

3

[shieldsister]

[Aela's expression remains as neutral as ever as she examines the contents of her envelope, but she's quick to shove the picture back inside before anyone else can get a good look at it. It's Anna's response that gets her attention, and she raises an eyebrow.]

Do you have no one else important to you they could have taken instead?

[..........that's pretty damn rude, aela????]

Perhaps they assume you will act so you have the chance to kill them yourself.

[emberserker]

Excuse me? I didn't say you could speak to me that way.

[But.]

Ugh. I do what I want. Why would I listen to one of these ridiculous motives?

[You don't sound convincing there, Anna.]

[shieldsister]

[The first part doesn't seem to bother Aela at all. If anything, she looks very slightly amused before it's wiped off her face.]

You wouldn't. There's no need to believe the lies we're told. All we have for "proof" are the words of someone we cannot trust and these images. Hardly convincing information worth acting on.

[Especially when such actions would lead to a trial, because that is absolutely a bigger concern than killing someone.]

[emberserker]

I know that! But they did capture us too, didn't they?

2

[fivestagegod]

Did you think they would give us something useful...?

[There's a general sense of "why would they" behind the words, implied but not spoken; it isn't overly arrogant, though, just a question that he feels has an obvious answer.]

They won't give us anything they don't want us to see. There's no reason to.

[emberserker]

Even with that, there has to be something left behind in the details. Culture shapes every book it produces, not just the obviously relevant things. Don't you even know that much?

[fivestagegod]

Of course I do. But you seem a little unaware of how these things work. Especially since you seem annoyed at the lack of whatever it is you're trying to find.

[And that is arrogant, bearing the sense that girl, he looks great for his age but he's been doing this sort of shit for actual decades.

That said, he'll go back to the books he was looking at himself, tipping his head slightly to the side as he pages through one.]

If you're just going to complain, try to keep it down, hm?

[emberserker]

Excuse me? Who said you could talk back to me like that? You're the one with the attitude.

2

[archboxer]

Sadly, it seems our captors are not so foolish to leave such materials around.

[emberserker]

Surely there's got to be something. Cultural mores influencing their philosophy, a place name dropped in a story, anything could be a clue in here. It'd be ridiculous to just give up.

[archboxer]

Of course there must be something but for now it might be more productive to search elsewhere. A key can take many forms after all.

[emberserker]

What, do you suppose we're looking for a magical artifact? That doesn't seem the Professor's style.

3

[hardnosed]

[ Jasper snorts derisively, which is hypocritical but still probably not within the top ten hypocritical things she's said or done, like, today even. She leans against the nearest wall, her arms crossed, as if in defiance of the doorway she had to crouch under to get in here in the first place -- just another show of deference to this "professor" who has them all, which never is a net positive for her mood. Her envelope remains unopened. ]

And you're just going to let them beat you to it.

[emberserker]

Ugh, you -- what, do you want to die? And look at you, you haven't even opened yours!

[hardnosed]

[ She casts one arm, the one holding her motive, wide, and scoffs dismissively. ]

That's because I already know what's inside.

[ She absolutely does not! But it could really only be three people, so. ]

I'm not dying here. But I'm not giving anyone the satisfaction of playing along. [ Tch. ] More than you can say.

[emberserker]

Excuse me? If you're so convinced there's another option between giving in and killing to escape, out with it!