test drive;

[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.

Comments

[hardcase]

[ Ugh. Of all the religious texts there were, that was Flagg's least favorite. And he hated them all, so that's saying something. ]

Does anyone actually print the Book of Mormon, or does it just appear on shelves with empty spaces like some kind of paperback cockroach?

[lizardtrip]

[That actually gets a faint snort of a laugh out of her. Cherish it, they're rare.]

Wherever it thinks people need to be shamed. That's why you always find them in shithole hotels.

[hardcase]

This is why I never went to Utah.

[ If he had to go East, he'd go through Arizona, thanks. ] I guess whoever's stuck in this cell still thinks God's gonna help 'em. Or they're hoping to get out on early probation because they 'found Jesus'.

[ The judges were pretty easily persuaded by a reformed Christian. Not that Flagg could ever pass as one, even if he wanted to stoop that low. ]

[lizardtrip]

[It seems to her that there are a lot worse reasons never to go to Utah.]

Or maybe- [Margo gives the book a little rattle, then spins through the pages until they catch and fall open. Aha.] -they're just hiding contraband in it.

[The back half of the book is hollowed out, hiding a metal lighter, some cocaine, and a small envelope with a heart penciled on the outside. Ew. She takes the lighter, lights her cigarette, and then slips the dime bag into her jumpsuit, between her breasts.]

But the whole God thing's cute.

[hardcase]

It's all yours.

[ Flagg's never been a fan of drugs like that - he'll let some people use them, if they're close enough to him that he trusts them to be responsible.

Margo's in Block A, though, and he doesn't really care what anyone outside of his block gets up to. ]

I'd have been offended if they hollowed out a good book. I guess the sloppy romance passed their standards better than Joseph Smith.