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.

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[tigers]

[ When Moran sees who his surprise cellmate is, his face splits into a pleasant smile. He’s familiar with AM. He was familiar with AM before he even arrived at Obsidian. He can recall, in fact, a morning in which Moriarty might have even expressed pleasure at the news that a fellow genius criminal had been removed from the scene—no rivalry necessary.

Unfortunately, Moran went down about a year later—no rivalry ever sparked. He is far from genius. ]

Come now then, chummy. Don't make a fuss. Two years in the clink, I think it’s high time you learn to share your toys.

[ Not that Moran has any love for shivs. There’s something inelegant and anticlimactic about merely stabbing someone. Moran prefers a good chase, rounded off with a perfectly aimed gunshot.

Ah, but the stabbers do have it good, he thinks. Harder to sneak a gun into a penitentiary. ]

Who are you saving this for, then?

[adaptivemanipulation]

[Yes, AM had vaguely heard of Moriarty while he was in here, but he really didn't care. A criminal head of an organization, whereas AM acted alone in his crimes. So to him, Moran is just the annoying stooge, not worth much.

And oh boy, the way he calls AM "chummy" makes him oh so very punchable.]

Oh, you want to share, chummy? Perhaps learn how to get your own first.

[AM doesn't keep all his shivs in one place. He always keeps one directly on his person in case some idiot comes in and makes trouble. It's an easy, effective weapon to defend himself with, after all.

But he immediately climbs down from the bunk before snatching his bag away before Moran can steal anything more.]

I'm saving it for your cock, don't you know?

[tigers]

[ That’s exactly what Moran is: a stooge who’s built himself up in his head to be just a little more than what he actually is. Someone along the line had once titled him “the second most dangerous man in London”. He took that title to heart, and to offense—after all, surely he was the most dangerous man in London.

The fact of the matter is, he was always just as disposable as anyone else in the Firm. He just lasted longer than most of the others. That’s fine; he needn’t worry too much about blaming his current predicament on Moriarty now that he’s no longer on the payroll. ]

Ah, my good man, there’s no need to feel so intimidated.

[ He merely smiles as the bag is snatched away. He feels no desire to put up a fuss about it. It’s nothing he wishes to steal, and he doesn’t feel particularly threatened. If it should come to that, fists are a good enough weapon as any. ]

Shivs are hardly my style as it is.

[adaptivemanipulation]

I'm sure. [He speaks dryly as he rolls his eyes, clutching his bag.]

Shivs are not my style either, but in here, we don't have much of a choice, do we?

[Unless he stole weapons from a guard or something. But even then, that's a risky venture and something he has only accomplished a couple of times.

He stands there with his hands on his hips, his bag pressed to one of them.]

Do you have a habit of rummaging through everyone else's things? I can't blame you, but really...