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

Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV [WoL] | 5.2 spoilers likely

[lightsmith]

[a; arise]

[Out in the halls was a young woman with her face practically pressed to the glass, tall feline ears pinned back and matching tail swaying in excitement or agitation. It wasn't that she'd never seen fish before, or even that she'd never seen an underwater town or two. But waking up in one she didn't recognize, especially with no sahagin, ondo, or what have you in sight? That was new.]

[b; killing time/material goods]

[Scintilla was apparently the kind of person who mostly kept to herself; she didn't speak all that much unless directly addressed, and much like any cat had a tendency to go unseen until she popped up where least expected. Like, for example, the art room...where she seemed to have gathered a pile of metal art tools and silverware on a table while looking at the kiln in deep thought. Or the theater, where...she visibly had no damn clue what to make of anything. Technology, man.]

[Sooner or later she'd be around the vending machine, tossing a coin to herself and evaluating whether or not putting it in would be a good idea or not.]

[c; wildcard]

[anything else you want, infopost and impressions here]

a

[magician_t]

[As a magician Ruenti had already seen some things that others would consider 'impossible'- even a living space underwater didn't seem that unimaginable.

A catperson though, that is... something]

...what is that?!

[....she can hear you, dude]

[lightsmith]

That one over there? That's a school of sardines.

[...Completely missing the point, of course.]

[magician_t]

...

I know what fish are.

[lightsmith]

Then what'd you ask for?

[She finally turned from the window, green eyes with slit pupils confused enough to indicate that she wasn't being sarcastic in asking that.]

[magician_t]

You have no idea what I'm talking about?!

[He points at her tail]

That! Don't play dumb.

[lightsmith]

[She turned around, assuming he was pointing at something behind her...nope, just a few barnacles on the other side of the wall.]

...?

[Looking back at him, she tilted her head briefly to indicate she was totally lost here.]

[magician_t]

[I am so sorry.

If she doesn't move outta the way he is gonna yank on it]

[lightsmith]

[don't apologize yet, because if he goes for her tail she will move to grab his arm and attempt to throw him to the floor]

[we have fun here!]

[magician_t]

[He's abnormally tall for a human, and in good shape. But he's not a close combat fighter, so it's not hard to throw him.]

Argh!

[lightsmith]

The hell was that for?!

[To her credit, she didn't push the advantage; letting go of his arm and folding her own. Her voice had changed somewhat in her surprise, accent thickening to something rough and casual.]

S'like you ain't never seen a Miqo'te before or somethin'!

[magician_t]

[He's never been chucked like that by anyone not his brother or parents. It's impressive.]

What the fuck is a Mi-coyote...

[He's too winded to get up a good yell]

[lightsmith]

Mi-qo-te. Mystel, dependin' on where you came from. But it's seemin' like this ain't the First, and it's lookin' like we ain't on the Source, neither.

[Probably double impressive, where Scintilla was maybe 5'4". Unarmed combat wasn't her thing, but swing around a gunblade enough and you learned a thing or two about leverage. She cleared her throat, straightening up and finding her composure. When she spoke again, the accent had lessened and her words were more pronounced.]

We're pretty ordinary, where I'm from. Maybe not as common as Hyur like you, but we're hardly what one would call an unusual sight.

b; art room

[bolderfell]

...

[This looks like an utter catastrophe in the works.]

What are you doing.

[lightsmith]

Thinking.

[THE NINTH UMBRAL CALAMITY IS AT HAND.]

[bolderfell]

With every knife in the building.

[And fork, spoon, and scoring tool, apparently.]

[lightsmith]

Yeah. You think I can get this hot enough to melt iron?

[asking for a friend]

[bolderfell]

...Why.

[Every day in this place, he has fewer question marks left to give.]

[lightsmith]

[looking at therion like he's a complete idiot]

...'Cause if I do, I can melt these down.

[bolderfell]

[He crosses his arms.]

What, and just leave them like that, or make something else?

[lightsmith]

No, I'm gonna leave a chunk a' iron sittin' around.

[Sarcastically, with a 'do you hear yourself' gesture to Therion.]

Obviously I'm gonna make whatever I can out of it, probably somethin' small like a dagger with how little we got to work with.

[bolderfell]

Right. And why exactly would I answer a question that only serves to get you armed and dangerous.

[Even if he did know the answer, which, I mean. Really. Does he look like he'd know how hot a kiln can get?]

[lightsmith]

'Cause I'm a professional.

[obviously.]

I ain't tryna kill nobody but the folks in charge of this whole mess, once we find a way out of here.

[bolderfell]

[Pfft.]

Uh-huh. I believe that entirely.

[lightsmith]

Believe whatever y'wanna believe. I ain't gonna convince ya otherwise.