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[thecommissary]

The game cap is 30 players. We currently have 22 players in game. TDM Guidelines 1. We strongly encourage you to post to the AU Workshop before posting here, just to get your concept out there. Feel free to link to your workshop post in your tag for easy lookup purposes. 2. Threads can be game canon if both players agree to it. 3. No one is late! Consider this a permanent test drive (until captcha is hit, if that happens). We'll be tracking top-levels and drawing attention to new posts. 4. You don't have to use any of the prompts below; feel free to create your own! 5. Don't worry about cell block assignments for the purpose of the TDMm if you haven't chosen one - feel free to keep it vague or retcon the threads a bit later. Prompt 1: Common Room The common room has books, magazines, newspapers, cards, and board games. The television has been out of commission for a while, but oh! Look! It seems like a new TV has been mounted on the wall! And this one's a 32 inch flat screen, a nice substitute for the old broken tube TV someone broke over a Monopoly dispute turned violent. If you decide to watch the TV, the screen cuts to static a few minutes after you start watching and a strange voice starts to speak. It's a soft voice, but with the occasional distortion as if spoken by a person standing too close too a microphone. "Hello there! You must be [CHARACTER NAME]. I think it's about time you got to know somebody a little bit better. Why don't you..." (Choose one of the following options:) "Tell someone something you don't want them to know. It doesn't have to be terribly juicy, as long as you'd prefer not to have told them." "Give one of your fellow inmates a nice hard slap across the cheek." "Be nice. Ask somebody if there's anything you can do for them. Anything at all." "Find someone with a snack, and take it away from them." "Go up to someone you don't know, and ask them what they did." "If you decide to ignore me, or you tell anyone you're not acting of your own free will, the guard beside the magazine stand will send you strait to the SHU for two weeks.. Your choice." No one else in the common room seems to hear the voice except you - although the aforementioned guard sure seems to be staring you down. The other people watching TV continue to react to the show that was playing. Prompt 2: Lockdown Uh-oh. Something bad must have happened, because the entire prison has been put into lockdown without bothering to herd everyone back to their proper blocks. You've been herded into a cell with someone from ANY block, and who knows when you'll be let out. You have a set of bunk beds, a table and chair, a toilet and sink, and two shelves where the inmates who actually reside in that cell have put anything that belongs to them. Now's a good time to get to know your new temporary cellmate. Or pray that you're on good terms, if you already know them. Prompt 3: The Yard It's recreation time! Your daily opportunity for a couple hours of fresh air, if you choose to take it (or if the indoor guards are sick of you and decide you're going outside whether you like it or not). The guards here are primarily concerned with preventing your escape, so if you're not lingering around the fences you'll be watched less than if you were inside. If you're new, weak, or don't have a solid group of allies yet, that also means it's less likely that anyone will help you if someone else decides to pick a fight. Be careful. The outdoor guards to a careful, meticulous sweep of the entire area every night, trying to keep...something out. It seems they were slacking off a bit yesterday: the tiniest sliver of obsidian rock has made its way into the yard undetected and - ow - you've brushed up against it, embedding it somewhere on your body. The shard has imbued you with one of the following effects: The next person who makes eye contact with you can read your thoughts, and you can read theirs. Careful, it might get hard to tell who's who after a while. You suddenly feel frightened and timid, as if everyone in the yard is bigger, stronger, and out to hurt you. You are overcome with the urge to dig into the ground with your bare hands, looking for more of the rocks. The next person you see fills you with rage, and you want to attack them. You become exceptionally suggestible, and will do whatever you're told. You feel a strange euphoria: regardless of how you felt before, the prison now feels like the very best place to be, as if you're at the center of the universe. Regardless of the effect, the shard will slowly start to burn hotter and hotter, compelling you to remove it.

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[souille]

[ Abigail blinks in surprise, both that she'd managed to fulfil the request with the first person she'd approached and that she'd actually got a friendly response, as she'd spent most of her short time here so far actively avoiding people for fear of confrontation. ]

Really? Sure, I can do that.

[ She hesitates for just a second in case the voice through the static, which she's still half-sure she imagined, doesn't instruct her to do anything else. When she's satisfied that she's off the hook, she drags her chair round to sit near Rook. ]

I'm Abigail.

[violenti]

[ He shifts in his chair to better see Abigail, casting his gaze around the room as he does so. No one seems to be paying them any mind, but he'll keep his guard up. Rook, likewise, has thus far spent his time avoiding not only confrontation, but people in general. ]

David Rook. Uh- you can call me by either name.

[ Abigail seems out of place. Rook thinks maybe he does too. He's quiet for a moment, brow furrowed thoughtfully, then sits forward towards Abigail, knees apart and forearms resting on his thighs. Quiet, he asks: ] Is someone bothering you?

[souille]

Okay. David, then.

[ She offers a smile, though it's one that's tight and still a little nervous. Her brow furrows over a little at his question, though, knowing she can't explain just why she approached him. ]

I'm not actually sure. I'm probably just paranoid.

[violenti]

[ Rook offers a half-shrug. He doesn't smile in return, but neither is his expression unfriendly. ] Better safe than sorry.

[ He straightens again, casting one more look around, before relaxing his posture. He's quiet again, unsure of what to say next. He fills the silence for a time by marking his place in his book and closing it.

He'd invited her to sit with him for a while, hadn't he? So, he should say something. Finally, he somewhat lamely asks, ]

Have you been here long?

[souille]

Literally two days.

[ She relaxes just a little, tucking her legs beneath her and resting her hands in her lap, though she makes sure that her back is still pressed against the wall so she can't be caught unaware. ]

How about you?

[violenti]

Well, I'd say welcome, but I've not been here much longer, truthfully.

[ A slightly sarcastic tinge colors Rook's tone, not towards Abigail, necessarily, but rather their situation, and knowledge of the irony in what he asks next: ] How're you settling in? [ As though this were normal, like school or work. Still, there's something honest about the question, too. ]

[souille]

So far, I think I've managed okay.

[ In fact, she'd cried herself to sleep both nights and spent the whole time jumping at her own shadow, but she definitely wasn't about to admit to that. Besides, she'd found that lying came naturally to her. ]

Does it get easier or harder, when you're here longer?

[violenti]

[ Rook glances to Abigail, appraising. ] Well, doesn't look like you've gotten the hell beat out of you, so that's a good start.

[ He's quiet for a moment. His answer is more honest (not that he doubts her): ] Seems to change by the day, for me. Some days I think I'm getting used to it, some I feel like the knowledge I'm probably here until I die might crush me.

[ A shrug, near resigned, if not helpless. ] It's a process, I guess. Plenty of time to adjust.

[souille]

I've been trying to make myself as non-threatening as possible. Seems to have worked so far.

[ A couple of the other girls had tried to goad her into fighting them in the showers that morning, but she'd just kept her head down and ignored them. She's sure, though, that the longer she does that, the more they'll try to get a reaction. ]

You're here for life, then?

[ She's a little wary on hearing that, but mostly curious. ]

[violenti]

Just so long as people don't think 'non-threatening' means 'easy target'. [ It's hollow advice, and Rook's tone suggests he knows that. He doesn't know how to find that balance. He smiles, and it's apologetic. ]

'Life with the possibility of parole,' [ he echoes the judge's sentencing. Too dangerous to be in public, placating (as well as he could) both the people that thought the junior deputy was a menace to society, and those that thought he was a hero. Neither were right, Rook thinks. Maybe.]

[souille]

Yeah, there is that. [ She sighs, running a hand through her hair. ] It's not like I can find self defense classes here, though.

[ She winces a little on hearing what his sentence is. She wants to offer sympathy, but she also knows she should be wary of what he could be capable of, to spend the rest of his life in here. ] I know it doesn't help, but I'm sorry.

[violenti]

I have a little hand-to-hand training from police academy. Might help with confidence, at any rate. If we're ever in the yard together, I'd be willing to teach you what I do know.

[ He'd gotten into scraps when he was little, but that hardly meant anything now. Self-defense, though, and in particular, restraint... he was handy at that. Almost all the cultists had all had guns, but only a fool would go willingly into a firefight at every corner.

Rook gives Abigail a small smile. Voice almost soft, and tinged with a wry sort of humor, he answers: ] Hey, you're here too. I'm guessing not so long, but same situation for now, anyway.

...Thanks, though.

[souille]

You were a cop?

[ That's a good bit of information to tuck away, she thinks - she's certain that some of the other prisoners wouldn't be happy to learn that they were stuck in here with a former officer. She wonders what he did to end up on the other side of the bars, but she won't press, especially as she isn't too keen to divulge the details of her own past if she can help it. ]

Thank you. I'll take you up on that, if you're serious about it and you don't mind. I feel like I need every advantage I can get here.

[violenti]

For all of a few months, yeah.

[ Rook nods. ] Yeah, of course. [ Another smile. ] I think we all do. Can't have too many friends, either. [ A pause, considering that word might be a bit too strong- he gestures dismissively. ] Ally, whatever you wanna call it.

[souille]

Let's say friends. It sounds more normal.

[ And she's going to take whatever sense of normality she could get here, even if allies was probably closer to the truth. ]

[violenti]

Friends, then. [ Rook, too, likes the idea of 'friends' more than 'allies', but he is likewise aware that the concept of friends in prison is probably not particularly realistic.

He offers his hand to shake. ]

[souille]

[ She leans over to slip her hand into his, her fingers slender but rough from both her previous outdoor life and how much she's chewed her nails. ]

Friends. And believe me, it's nice to be able to say that about one person in this place.

[violenti]

[ Rook gives her a small smile, shaking with a polite firmness and then setting his hands back in his lap. ]

Hey, one in two days is a pretty good track record. You're off to a good start.

[souille]

[ Abigail actually manages to laugh at that; the sound is strange to her ears after so long. ]

Let's hope we're both starting as we mean to go on.

[violenti]

[ His brows raise in surprise, but the smile returns. ]

Yeah... that's... a good way of looking at it. Let's hope so. Speaking of going on, if you don't mind my asking: how long are you here?

[souille]

[ The smile fades a little as she's brought back to the reality of her situation. ]

Fifteen years. Hopefully a little less with good behaviour.

[violenti]

Oh? [ Rook waves one hand dismissively, noting the shift in her expression and feeling a little guilty for it. No one wanted to think about the fact they were in prison. ] You've got the right attitude. You'll be out of here before you know it.

[souille]

Maybe. [ She's looks a little pensive now, ruminating on their situation. ] I guess the idea of going back out into a world that will have changed so much, that's daunting in its own way.

[ She supposes it's infinitely preferable to the idea of being here forever, though. ]

[violenti]

You think so? New technology, maybe. A president by a different name. But I think generally things... and people, will be the same as they've always been.

[ Rook settles back, tone easy and intentionally light. ] Even if it's not, a change of pace can be scary, but not bad, right? You might be champing at the bit for some change by then. [ He smiles reassuringly. ]

[souille]

Maybe. I guess we'll see. [ She isn't convinced, especially with how she might struggle to adjust to the outside world after so long, but she knows that he's trying to reassure her and she appreciates it. She tries to match his smile, even if hers looks a little more uncertain. ]

Do you mind if I ask how you went from being a police officer to ending up on this side of the bars? We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. [ She adds the last part quickly, not wanting to stir up a sore subject just to fulfil her curiosity. ]