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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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[spawnofsatan]

[ Michael wants to ask a hundred more questions about how they went about doing repairs with human remains, because it sounds so fascinating and he can't begin to understand it. Instead, he focuses on what she says next. ]

Why not dispose of her? He had to have known what would happen, right?

[ That's also difficult to know, but it had to have crossed his mind at some point, hadn't it? Of what would become of him and his daughter? ]

[souille]

[ While he must have known what was going to happen, she wasn't sure whether he'd consciously acknowledged that, or whether taking her back had been some sort of impulse he couldn't refuse. Either way, Abigail is still angry about it even after her father is dead and gone. ]

It was one of the rules he had for hunting, the most important one. If we killed something, we had to find a way to use every part of it. Otherwise it would just be murder. And as he thought this was his way of honouring me, not being able to use every part was anathema to him. Maybe even worth getting caught over.

[spawnofsatan]

It was going to be murder anyway, what did it matter that he brought her back? [ Michael pauses as if biting his tongue and he shakes his head. ] I suppose it doesn't matter what he thought, does it? You are still here, after all.

[souille]

My thoughts exactly. [ She says it a little drily. But she'd known that there was no choice for her but to go along with her father's way of thinking, unless she became the next victim. ] Yeah, either way I'm the one who has to pay for it.

[spawnofsatan]

You'll be out soon enough, but who am I to promise you such things? I've only just arrived, myself. I don't have a bit of influence to speak of.

[ Yet, he's unconcerned by it. It will come in time being a lifer. ]

[souille]

Really? [ She's surprised - from the way he carried himself and how he'd put her at ease, she'd assumed he'd been here a long time. ]
You seem pretty confident for someone who's just arrived.