TDM: ROUND 3

[strangerpeople]

15 STRANGERS ROUND 3 TEST DRIVE There are 15 strangers in this place. Someone knows why. And its clear the odds are stacked against you. 1. ARRIVAL Oh god, you're inside a Base. Why are you here? What happened to your powers? Your memories? Who else has been so unlucky as to be brought in with you? What are you wearing? What are these strange rules? And...why do you feel like the person who wrote them is going to like yelling at you? 2. POWER You have been, er, "blessed" with a power. Its not a power you want or care for, but its yours now. You might want to try an control it, lest you hurt someone else. That is...unless you want to. Or if you want to try and see if you can break out of your new domicile. Or, hey, go ahead and blow things up - there's no rule against property damage aside from the camerabots, after all... 3. HOME So now you live in a Base of some kind. Whee. Maybe living here forever won't be so bad, since there are things to do with your free time. Unless you're looking for a way out, but surely, you wouldn't do that, right? 4. MINIGAME The Commander has decided to do...erm, 'games'. Those who win the games will get prizes, the Commander has promised. This Test Drive Meme's minigame: a laundry folding contest! The most items folded in one hour wins! Work alone, or in teams - either way, you get the feeling there's an ulterior motive to the Commander making you do this while they watch and laugh... 5. MOTIVE The Commander has (somewhat too gleefully) announced the motive for the week. Clearly someone out there really wants to give you a reason to kill someone else. How will you react? Will you stand against such an insult and help others to fight the temptation? Or perhaps, you yourself are tempted...? 6. DEATH One of your own has died - no, been killed. The Inquisition has started. The body lies before you, and now you must discern the truth from the clues before you. But can you when you mourn? Or, perhaps you don't mourn the dead. Perhaps you're only playing along because you know more than you let on. 7. TRIAL Well, it looks like the Commander wasn't kidding when they said there would be a trial if someone was murdered. So now you're here, looking to condemn the responsible killer. If you do, they die. If you don't, well, you'll end up killing an innocent person, as the Commander has announced what would happen if the majority votes incorrectly. Whatever happens, you have to figure out what happened. Can you? 8. SCAPEGOAT Oh dear...the Commander has just announced that the person everyone just voted for...was actually completely innocent! Not only that, but they've revealed who the real culprit was! Maybe you're that innocent person, trying to say your goodbyes or beg for your life. Maybe you're one of the ones who voted for the innocent person, trying to cope with the horrible act you've just committed. Or maybe you're the true culprit, who now has to not only deal with an innocent dying for your actions, but also the fact that you can now be killed without repercussion!... 9. WILDCARD Anything not mentioned above. Go wild!

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Akira Kurusu | P5 / 15S R2 CRAU

[beguiledcard]

power... of anger??

[ Even if there was a rule against property damage, does this look like the face of a guy who cares?

This guy can be found looking around, not bothering to introduce himself to anyone. He's looking... awfully hard, and it might seem he's looking for something. If anyone approaches him, asking (or... demanding works, too), he will respond in a casual tone, without even looking up: ]

Stuff to make a bomb.



minigame

[ Folding laundry? Really?

He's giving the most unimpressed Look as the only thing he bothers to fold is his arms. Initially, he expects more people to be on board with just... not... doing this "minigame" as it's called, but apparently the surprises just keep coming around here. When he spots someone he recognizes, he gives a heavy sigh and walks right over. ]

You do realize that's probably her underwear you're touching... right?



scapegoat

[ He's never wanted to sucker punch someone more than he does the Commander.

And that's putting it kindly. Too kindly. And that's not even counting what he wants to do to the one who actually murdered that poor kid. A loud, angry sound escapes his throat as he bangs his fist against the wall. An innocent person is about to fucking die... An innocent person is about to FUCKING DIE...

Akira Kurusu is seconds from ignoring that rule against not interfering with punishments, friends. ]

scapegoat

[soldierofspacetime]

[She is so glad she's next to Akira. She can see the rage in his face, and--

She knows. She tried. In the end, she, too, had voted wrong. But guilt can come later. This mess can't be solved with more death.

She's rushing him now, to grab him.]

Don't--!

Minigame

[theunluckygirl]

[Jennifer looks up and smiles a little, shy and a bit sheepish. She's not really doing this for the game itself, but--]

I don't mind. Minigame or not, someone has to do it, don't they?

[LIKE...THE PERSON WHOSE UNDERWEAR IT IS??]

Minigame

[coralroot]

...what if we steal it.

anger???

[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz was maybe being a LITTLE demanding, because he has absolutely no idea the context around the outfit he woke up in is or what most of this stuff is for. He is from the 1400s, the hell is going on.

"Bomb" is interesting though. Is it short for bombardment, is that what the kids are calling cannons these days?]

And what would you do with that, pray tell?

Sateriasis Venomania | Evillious Chronicles

[venomaniac]

[ Arrival. ]

[ ... This outfit is HIDEOUS. He hates it. Also, no drinking the wine? Uh-uh. Nope. He hates this! Venomania immediately complains. Or, well, looks to find someone to complain to. That helmet is off immediately and his long-ass purple hair is all over him. He finds the first person he can and very shortly asks: ]

What in Levin's name do you think is up with this tacky, hideous outfit? It is positively garrish. Not fashionable at all. How could they have taken the clothing Lukana made from me? Honestly, what's their problem?

[ Home. ]

[ Venomania seems to be staring at the drink dispenser, in utter confusion. He's been here long enough to see how it works, but every time he gets a small amount of drink from it, he's positively stymied. He just keeps staring, and eventually, says: ]

... It has to be some manner of mechanical sorcery, right?

[ Motive. ]

[ The motive is simple, if a bit... lukewarm to him. "Kill if you care about this person from home living", essentially. For him, it hadn't been simply one person, but a picture given to him of multiple people. He didn't like it. The photo he'd been handed... let alone the idea that photographs confused him, the idea of his girls being hurt really bothered him. He thumbs the picture that came with the motive, looking them over. Lukana, Gumina, Mikulia, Hakua... all of them. His girls. They were his, and he cared for them deeply... didn't he?

He frowns, looking at their lacy gowns with the different colored roses on them. One might almost call it risqué, what they're wearing, some of them close to see-through.

He seems... lost in thought. ]

[ Wildcard. ]

[ Venomania had finally regained his clothes from the... weird game machine. And what a sight they are to behold. He looks rather pleased with himself, though, honestly. He'd even been a good boy and done favors to get showers so he could wear them nice and clean! He's practically preening when he wears them. He loves this outfit, after all--Lukana made it for him. And... of course, he can't resist running his mouth. ]

While you've all been busy twiddling your thumbs, I did something real and of actual importance: contributed to the proper looks of this place. Now that you're all unable to hold in your feelings, you're free to throw yourselves at my feet like I know you want to.

[ Because clearly everyone wants to make out with him, right. ]

wild...card...

[beguiledcard]

I have no idea how I'm managing to hold myself back.

[ Akira... please...

Meanwhile, this guy is still stuck with only the weird black outfit he doesn't even recognize. The jacket is draped across his lap, the mask tucked away in his pocket.

A sigh escapes as he shrugs a shoulder. ]

You do look really nice, though. [ a small, gentle kind of smirk ] Very... bright.

soda machine

[coralroot]

It's so beautiful.

[ Sorry, here's a girl going through every damn spout in the soda fountain and putting a mess of random crap in her cup. ]

Home~

[bit_of_rough]

Bruv, look, it ain' magic right?

[Please don't mind the cockney accent. Look he's been here for too long to keep trying to sound posh all the time. He's not Galahad here, just... just Eggsy.

And he's grabbing a cup, shoving it under the spout with the green label. He hasn't tried this one yet but he's really hoping it's limeade and not apple or something.]

"C" | Hello Charlotte series

[losergod]

[ Arrival. ]

[ He doesn't remove the helmet right away, until he's certain, that this place is clean. But he stays in the space suit, gloves on and everything, because this place is probably filthy. When he realizes they have no access to a shower, he... tries not to panic.

Keyword being "tries". He is not doing so great. So there is just, a boy (probably mid-teens) here with white hair and yellow eyes looking very off-put, leaning against the wall inside the library. He just... gravitates there. Perhaps he can't help himself. Maybe something in him just really wants to be by the pages of books. He doesn't look well, clutching his chest. ]

... A-at least there's... something between us.

[ He sucks in a breath. Maybe... someone should help him? He's not looking so good. ]

[ Power. ]

[ So C had a book from the library and was simply reading it, when his so-called "power" activated, causing him to... walk right through a wall and into you. You both go tumbling into the ground, and the poor teen goes toppling, trying to find his book. ]

A-ahh--not again... n-no, no, no, not on the dirty floor--

[ Please help this kid. ]

[ Death. ]

[ Somehow... he actually looks... more put-together when the corpse is found, almost as though, perhaps, he is more at home viewing this than the people alive and walking around, and there is something of a troubling smile on his face. ]

... They really lost their head, didn't they?

[ ... Yeah someone cut this person's head off and it is missing, very clearly, and he is making jokes. ]

as tempting as the death option is, let's go with power!

[beguiledcard]

[ If not for being taken entirely by surprise, he might have stood a better chance at not being knocked to the ground like that.

In any case, the unfortunate thing about all of this is that his own power involves electricity. Because, while it takes some effort to use, he's just startled enough that it sets off a little of said power.

TL;DR the hair on both of their heads is now standing straight up thanks to the power of SCIENCE static. ]

Ugh...

[ He's rubbing at his head a moment before frowning... and then looking at the guy who ran into him. He... does an amazing job at not laughing outright, but it might be clear he wants to, judging from his eyes? ]

Uh... you doing okay there?

Death

[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz sneers just a little at that, like he's torn between offense and amusement.]

Be careful you don't do the same, friend.

[There are always gentler people around who might turn vicious finding someone smiling at the death of their friend. Then again, better you than him, if anyone's getting scapegoated.]

Nakari | OC

[coralroot]

Trial

[ ...the girl who brought a goddamned spear to the trial room just sighs with exasperation when the obligatory strip search is brought up, looking around at everyone's objections as she starts removing her shirt. ]

...let's just get this over with.

Home

[ ...well, she recognizes absolutely nothing in the kitchen, so let's not waste our time here WAIT OH SHIT

sorry, she's just having the time of her life with those heating packs from the rations. She might even be trying to heat up the pointy end of that spear she took from the weapons stash.

Later, she can be found in the winery, looking over the various wines in a mix of awe and confusion. ]

Home

[losergod]

[ He's staring at them too--not to drink, but to try to pin some of them down. ]

It's a curious listing, to be certain. I actually do not recognize some of them, myself. The ones I do recognize are... dubious in quality, though.

Cesare Borgia || Cantarella ~Poison of Blue~

[poisonofblue]

[[ OOC: Due to the sensitive nature of some of canon, please see my permissions here. ]]

[ I. Arrival ]

...What in God's name are these disgusting clothes?

[ Yup. Of all the things Cesare could focus on, this is the first he's going to actually voice. He hates this. This isn't his beautiful home with his beautiful sister and his wine and poison collection. So what the fuck is happening. He'll sit up and stare forward, with the most disgruntled look on his face ever. ]

[ III. Not Enough Alcohol ]

[ The winery with the rules is practically torture, even if he's pretty sure that the wine would be atrocious. And he knows wine, he's from Rome. But really, he kind of needs it right now as he stares through a history book that mentions his family! Because this is all wrong. ]

...I never had any brothers. It was just Lucrezia and myself. And I am most certainly not a bastard child! My parents were legally wed! Think of the scandal if they hadn't been!

[ ?????? What is with this. ]

And Lucrezia only married once for a year, what is with this incredibly inaccurate telling?

[ HE IS OFFENDED!!! ]

[ VI. Death ]

Well. I can tell you right now, unless the blood is all around the mouth, it's not likely poisoning. Now excuse me, I've not had enough to drink for this.

[ Who cares about the rules on this, he's going to the winery unless fucking stopped. He's not drunk enough for any of this shit. ]

Not enough booze

[coralroot]

You want me to set the thing on fire?

[ There's no rules against property damage, yo. She's carrying a spear in one hand. ]

Death

[losergod]

Oh, my. You're not going to go into winery, are you? You know that wine isn't yours, Mister Borgia.

[ This is one brat who looks VERY amused, tbh. ]

How like Cesare Borgia to know whether or not it was poisoning!

Death

[soldierofspacetime]

Is this really the time for that? We need to concentrate!

[Honestly, how are you not dead from alcohol poisoning Mr. Historical Domain Character]

Passepartout | 80 Days

[leftthelighton]

Home

Of course Passepartout would not look for a way out. Of course not. Except for the fact he is. He must not abandon Monsieur Fogg, and staying here would mean doing so in one of the worst ways possible...!

And so. And so! He is grabbing everyone that passes by him and shaking them, a desperate look in his eyes, ready to plead for a way out. Will you be the next one he grabs?

Laundry

Passepartout is folding laundry in the manner of one who is well practiced at such a thing. He is valet to a man with a discerning eye and therefore he spends many of his nights perfecting the crease of a collar. His fingers move fast yet he hardly pays attention to his task, looking around him to see how others are doing. He seems amused at those who are doing less well than he is.

"Ah," he muses out loud. "I think that I have this, shall we say, in the bag?"

Now, now. Fogg wouldn't approve of such an attitude.

Wildcard

Passepartout is examining one of the Camerabots, his hands all over it in a way that would be considered quite uncouth if it were human. The thing does not seem to mind, only reacting with whirrs and clicks as it takes pictures of him from a far too close up perspective. How improper! He is searching for a way to pry it open and examine its insides. He is curious, you see, and he is not the type of man to reign in his curiosity.

Laundry

[soldierofspacetime]

Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

[As she folding the pile she's been given.]

Laundry

[losergod]

[ Wow, you're giving this kid a run for his money, Pass. His pile is pretty neat, but even his neatness might be beat by what you've got there. ]

... You're rather talented at this. Is it something you do frequently?

Jonathan Morris | Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin

[backuphero]

Arrival
[Ever seen someone put socks on a cat? Imagine a human moving like that, and you have the general impression of how Jonathan's walking around the base, tugging at the clinging spacesuit, particularly trying to loosen the collar. He seems to be looking for something, or someone... and then there's you.]

Hey. Weird question, but... you haven't seen a girl here, have you? Sixteen, about comes up to my shoulder, brown hair? Her name's -

[He stops speaking, abruptly, looking confused and frustrated for a moment before he shakes his head.]

I think I got hit on the head or something, I can't remember. She's my best friend, and I can't... Anyway, you got any idea where we are?


Minigame
[Laundry was nothing. Laundry was simple. Compared to the rest of this Amazing Stories cover painting prison, folding laundry was refreshingly normal. He might not be perfect with it, but Jonathan runs through the first half of the basket in front of him at a reasonably fast pace. And then he runs out of clothes, and runs into sheets. Very large sheets. There's only one bed big enough in this place for them to fit. It'll be difficult to fold them on his own, but he's going to at least try....

And so before you stands, facing away, what is perhaps a very sad, very tangled bedsheet ghost.]

Can I get some help here? Anybody?

[More accurately: a tall young man has just lost a battle against a very large fitted sheet. One corner is draped over his head - will you yank it down, further entangling him, or will you help him out of the fabric he's tangled up in?]

Minigame

[losergod]

[ C just chuckles at the sad bedsheet ghost. He'd somehow managed to deftly fold all his laundry with space suit gloves on. That's... some real skill. ]

You're aware bedsheets go on beds, are you not, Mister Morris?

[ He could help you, but you might have to bribe him. ]

Naoya | Devil Survivor

[crouching_sin]

Power

So he'd woken up with a strange power and none of his skills. Fine. He can deal with this. He's pretty sure he can deal with this.

It just doesn't help that he keeps accidentally turning into a version of himself made out of shadow over breakfast.

Death

This... really doesn't bother him. He glances down at the corpse and toes it carefully with his shoe. "Right. Well, then. We should get going on trying to figure out who did this, shouldn't we?"

Not that he cares. All that he wants is to get this over with.

Scapegoat

Well. Shit. He'd planned things perfectly, but now that means everyone's eyes are on him. He'd had good reason to kill - more important than the lives of everyone here. And it's not as if he's a stranger to killing in the slightest.

But he'd thought he would be able to get out of here immediately, and now he's been told that he has to be here for a few more weeks. He's going to have to figure out a way to make sure no one can get to him...

scapegoat

[losergod]

[ That trial had felt strange. But everyone wanted to kill someone else, so he let them. What business was his, what the mob wanted? However... the clues didn't really add up, in his own mind. C is not a stupid man, by any sense of the word, and something about it felt off.

And Naoya had always pegged him as a bit odd. He can't put his finger on what, but it's odd. ... If he wasn't responsible, then he might have a good idea of who the actual culprit was; Naoya always had something insightful to say. He was intelligent.

That was actually C's concern. ]

... It's a pity that they did not take my suggestion into account to simply remove me from the picture.

[ A beat. ]

Something about all of that really does feel a bit strange, doesn't it? We arrived at the end of this story, but the conclusion was wholly unsatisfying based upon what the author had laid out before us previously.

The Baku || Monochrome Baku Series

[vividsins]

[ I. Arrival ]

...I don't like this.

[ He can't float. He can't make his smoke. He's not wearing his clothes, and he can't change his form. For the first time in centuries, he's static. It's uncomfortable being in his own skin. It feels too human. And when you haven't been human in a long time, then you feel just plain wrong when you do feel human. ]

...Where... Has everything gone?

[ If he didn't normally seem so mild-mannered, he'd be showing his anger. But no, no, make yourself not a threat. Make yourself approachable and learn the secrets. That's what you do. ]

[ III. Home? ]

[ There is something tugging at the edges of his mind. It feel important, but he can't place it. But he'll cook and clean and be a good young man, who seems so used to this (why can't he remember why?) but really, he's just kind of hanging on and trying to be useful. He wears a warm, sunny smile, and he'll even ask how your day is doing. That's the kind of person he is. ]

Do you need me to do anything? We're all in this together, after all.

[ VIII. Scapegoat ]

[ Well. There it is. Out in the open. As someone else is sent to their death, screaming at him for letting them take the fall because they knew and he'd come to them for help... Well. So much is in the open now. The pleasant persona falls, and in its place is a cold, uncaring look. ]

Well. I suppose now that the cat's out of the bag, we all have a lot to talk about, don't we?

[ IX. Wildcard ]

[ Hit me with your best shot ]

Scapegoat

[losergod]

[ It isn't very often he lets his unfazed persona fall, but this is certainly one of those moments. He's not exactly doing okay, watching another person die horribly when he could've been taken in their stead. But no, no one ever wants to take HIM out.

C is not doing all right at all. ]

...

[ But on the other hand, the actions, the uncaring executions... it reminds him of someone. He just can't place a finger on who. Someone he... cares about. And though he feels nauseated, some part of him can't help but want to say... something. ]

... You really don't care, do you?

Angela Napoli | Gamehouse

[fashionfever]

Home

[You've found Angela in the movie theater with her chin propped up in her hands, watching Pretty in Pink with blissful devotion. She might well have invited you to watch it with her. Regardless it's easy to strike up a conversation.]

I had a VHS just like this when I was a kid. It would skip a little right around this part!

Minigame

So don't be afraid to let them show your true colors; true colors are beautiful, like a rainbow... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh lalala...........!

[From a distance, Angela seems to be immersed in the minigame. She's singing to herself, quite off-key. The little pile of folded clothes is increasing in height. Slowly enough that winning seems unlikely. She even has a pot of coffee with multiple available cups to keep up everyone's spirits. But when you get closer... Is she pouring the coffee onto the clothes?]

[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz had no idea what to expect when he got roped into this. TV hasn't been invented in his time, and the characters and situations in this movie are so foreign to him as to be practically alien - he can hardly relate to the goings-on. The technology is novel, however, and this concept of a "high school" is quite fascinating. All in all, he's still having a pretty good time here, but the woman keeping him company is saying another thing he doesn't fully understand yet.]

It would skip? Where to?