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Recollé Mods ([personal profile] recollecters) wrote in [community profile] repeter2017-06-16 08:40 pm
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JUNE TDM

TEST DRIVE
JUNE TEST DRIVE
The city of Recollé. The kids are out for the summer and the weather's just fine. The sun's shining brightly, not a cloud in the clear gray sky. Everything seems at peace and citizens are out and about, smiling to one another and enjoying each other's company.

Oh, and this thing (complete with cardboard cut-out) has currently taken the place of the founders' statues in Recollé Square. But that's probably not a big deal. 

What will you do today?

I.
What is this thing? Why is this thing here? For those of you in Tribunal Terrace today you may wish to investigate the five-foot-tall spinning wheel. How did it even get here? And where did the statues of the founders go? Even if you cannot answer those questions, it's hard to ignore the urge to give it a spin.

Check out those colors go 'round and 'round. Depending on what number you land on, you will find a notification pop up on your phone with a short list of…words. Are these supposed to be qualifications? Weird. That was a waste of time.

However, the moment you walk away you will find yourself accosted by various recruiters wherever you go, congratulating you on your impressive resumé and leading you to an office in Chata. Their offices have been equipped with tabletop-sized spinning wheels much like the one in Recollé Square that will spin 'round and 'round, determining the position you qualify for. Are you ready to show how these traits make you the perfect applicant? It looks like you have time to consult with your fellow candidates before your turn comes.

Or perhaps you've managed to resist spinning that wheel. The recruiters absolutely love your willpower and determination and want you to join their team! For those who can resist, they will still find themselves whisked away by recruiters to the same office and thrown straight into training to prepare for interviewing their neighbors. Recruiters will set up pairs of interviewers and applicants, leaving them alone to ask the hard-hitting questions and pick the most qualified candidate. Do your best and beat out the rest! It's your time to shine.

II.
Just because school is out for the summer doesn't mean Apparassage is quiet. Students and faculty alike are bustling about already preparing for the next school year. Campus tours of Recollé University run every two hours, and there are open house tours of the local elementary, middle and high school. Perhaps you're a future student exploring the campus and getting to know your future classmates. Maybe you're faculty or a student guide wrangling the kids and keeping them in line. Or you just might be one of the unfortunate ones who have found yourself with six weeks of summer school.

However, no matter where you find yourself in this district things get a little tricky when you're ready to leave for the day. The sidewalks outside of the buildings have all disintegrated, revealing a large void leading to nowhere beneath your feet. Without a clear path it seems impossible to escape, but stacked at the entrances of every doorway are large tiles with the letters of the alphabet carefully printed on them. When you look across the devoid path, you may notice you have a partner in a similar position with their own stack of letters.

Get ready to expand your vocabulary. Building a bridge of connecting words may be your only chance of getting home before sunset. Strangely, as the letters are laid out they seem to suspend mid-air enough to hold your weight as you make your way carefully across this pit. Balance and precision are key in this game. The stack floats along behind you as you cross the void, letters seemingly adding to the pile to provide more materials to build.

But like all games, there can be only one winner. Those who clear their letters first will arrive outside of the district safely, free now to come and go as they please. For those who do not clear their stack in time, you might have luck jumping from word to word to cross the finish line. Try as you might, if this is the method you follow, the moment you land on the winning word to leave the district the letters will glitch out, sending you plummeting into the void and landing on a long slope down to the bottom. Upon landing, you will see a series of chutes and ladders one can use to climb back up. Some ladders lead back to Apparassage. Some lead straight into Tisse, and some even lead to unexpected places. Where will you end up? The journey is up to you now.

III.
The days are longer, the nights are shorter, the sun is shining and it's noticeably warmer. Isn't it a perfect time for a summer potluck? The citizens of Recollé seem to think so and have all gathered today in Hollingberry Field with friends and loved ones to share food and fun. Kids chase after each other in friendly games of tag and hide-and-seek while other attendants mingle with one another, piling plates of food and sharing with their neighbor.

Why, even Mayor Mayer is out today for this summer kickoff with his lovely red Chocobo, Seabiscuit.

As the evening begins to wind down, however, there's a startled cry from the Mayor as he realizes someone has kidnapped his beloved pet from right under his nose. Was it you? How about you? Everyone has become a suspect and it's up to you to solve whodunnit. The Mayor provides everyone with a pen and a pad of paper divided into three sections for a suspect, a method, and a location. Grab a friend (or even a group of strangers) and get ready to interrogate each other to crack this case.

(With a little looking, however, it's easy to see that Seabiscuit's merely wandered down the hill away from the park. But maybe it's better not to tell the Mayor. He seems very adamant about this game.)

For anyone who manages to solve the case, the Mayor will be immensely grateful and reward you with a valuable prize! Congratulations! However, for anyone who fails to solve the puzzle, or even anyone found guilty of this heinous crime, by order of the Mayor you will be subjected to jail time for a full half an hour. (The Mayor can't stay too mad at his citizens. He loves them all.)

IV.
A nice, leisurely stroll through the entertainment district of Tisse seems to be in order. Summer sales are aplenty and now's the perfect time to shop 'til you drop. On the other hand, that doesn't seem to be the only thing dropping in Tisse. Do you hear that? Perhaps it is easy to ignore the sounds of stone crashing to the ground. Construction isn't unusual in this district. You think maybe you passed an ongoing demolition on your way inside a shop. But the crash happens again, and again, and again, a loud string of booms growing closer and closer.

Are those buildings tipping into one another? Or is it your imagination? You may not have time to answer while the string of events is put into motion. A crane swings overhead, knocking into a well-placed boulder that begins to roll down the street. Cranes, pulleys and wires move in sync as the ball rolls right toward you. Will you run? Will you collide right into the next set of traps? You may recall learning about this type of experiment once upon a time, coming to realize the elaborately planned Rube Goldberg machine spans the entirety of the city.

Maybe you're one of the lucky ones and you find a safe shop to dive into to escape. Or perhaps your sole focus is to run and get as far as you can, failing to notice that the large boulder herds you right to the end of the district and into a caged-in area. Make yourself comfortable. Someone from the outside will have to free you. But hey, maybe you aren't alone in this trap. Misery loves company, doesn't it?

BONUS.
The Retrospec app is at it again, just as useless as it's always been. After downloading to your device and allowing you to upload a profile picture, the app seems to take over your phone. Any time you open your phone to use it, a splash screen appears prompting you to pick one of the brightly colored wedges (or one of the two grayed out ones.)

It's time to exercise your brain and buff your trivia stats. Answering a question from your selected category will allow you to use your phone once again, but if you get it wrong? Retrospec will encourage you not to give up and try again.

...or, you know, you could ask someone to help figure out the answer. Hey, that person looks like they're bursting with knowledge! Perhaps it's best to see if they can help you stop this madness.

As usual, any attempt to get the company to reply are futile. Once a question has been answered correctly, phones will return to their usual functionality until the next time it settles into idle mode.

Welcome to the [community profile] recolle test drive meme! All characters will be begin in-game AU'd as Recollé residents. You may use any of the above prompts for ideas or make up your own depicting your Recollé AU! Prompts do not have to be set in the districts listed above. You can review our list of locations for what's available. Please note that TDM threads can be used as samples, can be kept as game canon, and can also be used for bonus points for future item regains. Share a few minor details of your AU, tag around, and have fun!

Your June TDM directory is here, and your AU workshop is here!
flowrite: (trc123)

[personal profile] flowrite 2017-06-18 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I know he did, and it was really nice of him too. He's such a sweetheart! But I still want to thank you anyway, since this is probably a pain for you.

[Sorry Kenta, Fai assumes he's a burden until proven otherwise. And then about half the time he still assumes he's a burden.

Fai sips contentedly on his new fancy fruity drink for a moment while the bartender is pouring another drink for Kenta, and then he laughs aloud at the other man's comeback.]


You're not helping your case, you know! So what do you do for a living, to afford such nice suits? In between driving Jirou around and coming to all of his shows, I mean?
smothershadow: (Facing away)

[personal profile] smothershadow 2017-06-18 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amelia glanced back at his wave, assessing that gesture impassively. Acceptable.]

I imagine things would be very complicated if so.

[Kurt might ask for help. She'd actually have an excuse to visit!

But Amelia was here right now anyway. It was an idea for future reference.

She faced the void again. The tiles were about the size of a flagstone, large enough for one person to stand on. No bonus to cover though. The black haired woman extended a foot, and tapped on the tile. It seemed to support her weight well enough.

Part of her mind found all of this ridiculous. Another part of her mind was curious. And another, far, far louder part wanted to ensure her son's safety. And there really wasn't anywhere else to go, was there?
]
true_noir: (Cloak9)

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-18 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Mary. It's a little hard not to be a bit ominous. [Not that she wasn't already a little overdramatic, but Retrospec definitely deserved it. She sighed and reached up to scratch her hair at the back. How best to explain in a fast way? She went to her phone, grateful it hadn't idled this time and flipping through pictures until she found a perfect one and showed the painting there, in its nice little frame.]

Tell me what is wrong with this picture. And then tell me what you thought about that painting a week ago, back before the app.
true_noir: (Not my favorite of topics)

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-18 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tapped in the answer to 'name a marsupial' on her phone, and while the two of them were talking, she was sending out text messages, leaning against the wall next to the door. It was quiet right now, and Mikoto didn't stop them from having their phones as long as they got work done.]

Very lucky. And I doubt you'll find proof, but Retrospec likes to cause strange things to happen, regularly. Tell me, do you remember when there used to be horses?
toobigtohandle: (let's see)

[personal profile] toobigtohandle 2017-06-18 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a pain. You're Jirou's friend and he asked me.

[Seriously, can you imagine trying to make this man do anything he doesn't want to?

... Well the truth is, he mostly looks intimidating, but he's just a really nice person under all of this.

He stares at his glass when the question comes. Over the years, he's developed some reflexes so he wouldn't just come out with the actual truth, so it's a well rehearsed thing.]


I'm an MBA student and I work part-time in one of my dad's companies for my work placement.

[So his family is loaded, and that's where all the money he spends comes from.]

If you've been to Jirou's place before I live just next door.

[And this is a part of town where the condos are more than just expensive.]
lycannerd: (Ryder Confused)

IV.

[personal profile] lycannerd 2017-06-18 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh look at that, you got a rescuer in front of you. Just give him a few minutes of gasping for air after a short run away from the boulder. Although, don't mind him staring at the cage for a few seconds.]

People in cages... That is definitely not normal at all.

lycannerd: (Ryder Confused)

III. (b)

[personal profile] lycannerd 2017-06-18 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once he hears Ann's outburst, Ryder just approaches her and just shows his pad of paper in annoyance.]

You're not the only one...

To tell you the truth, I have no idea why am I getting into this mess...
vitis: (gives away plan for umpteenth time)

[personal profile] vitis 2017-06-18 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh good lord ]

[ snow-white... well, there's "albino," "alabaster," and ... that's it, that's all he's got. ]

No freakin' idea. [ with a shrug, his eyebrows furrow. ] White's probably "alb—" somethin', though.
playdolls: (Default)

[personal profile] playdolls 2017-06-18 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Stapled to the chicken.

What kind of boring sheltered life have you lived that you have never even heard a dead baby joke or two.
true_noir: (Bored)

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-18 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
One without the internet, clearly. I only just started doing much with it a couple years ago. I lived in a lone vineyard before. Memes are still new to me.

Is this really a thing for people? Dead baby jokes?!?


[Ok, she was starting to grasp that this was just shock humor. Not her thing, but it was horrible for the sake of being horrible. She was starting to get used to that sort of thing.

Slowly.]
true_noir: Aged-Up Commission (Oh?)

IIIb

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-18 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh... what are you doing?

[She wasn't the only one stuck in this "Jail," though she was in better spirits. It was an inflatable, silly thing. Clearly good for a lark, and besides she had been too busy socializing to really investigate.

The glint of metal, though, made her eyes pop open.]


I do not truly wish to craw out from under this...
true_noir: (Creeper)

IV

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-18 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wait, what? There was a momentary flash of concern and a hardening of eyes, one hand slipping into the cloak of the person that was yanked into the building. A split second later, though, the hand re-emerged empty and she breathed more easily, leaning back against the door as it closed behind her.

Her hand reached out for the bottle and she started to calm down.]
Thank you. I have quite enough of that as is most days...
godshand: (47. |)

tiffany "tifa" hart (tifa lockhart) | final fantasy vii

[personal profile] godshand 2017-06-18 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I. she got 9

Ooo, big suspicious spinning wheel. [Tifa's usually on the other end of these things, hawking some energy drink for which she has dubious belief in, or some protein drink that she's occasionally supposed to smile and pose with. This big, interactive game piece is...]

Weird. [She says this with a baffled laugh. Where's the the obnoxious product placement? She's encouraged though to spin, spin! And so she stretches her arms, and cracks her knuckles, and spins the wheel, with great enthusiasm, and perhaps more flair than necessary. It goes whirling, amidst (some genuine and some exaggerated) oohs and ahhhs, and she allows herself to preen. Just a little. Didn't want anyone thinking she was too bigheaded. Anyone could spin this thing, after all. Not as well, but hey. It wasn't a competition.

It stops after...a long while, and few seconds later, the familiar ding of a text message notif sounds. She reads it, and gradually, becomes more puzzled.]


Okay. They've got three out of four, but self-entitled's kind of a stretch. A rude one. And I only wore those stockings once.

[The closest person to her, she nudges with her elbow to get their attention. She's still smiling when she asks:]

So what the hell is this? What'd you get? Is it more flattering? How'd they get our phone numbers?

IV. once she played in an extreme gladiator show

[The first boom she ignores. Construction work in the afternoon wasn't really anything to be freaked out about. The second is enough to rattle the windows of the shop she's in though, and the third she finally decides to step out and —]

Holy...

[Are you also staring at this slowly encroaching giant boulder? Because a second later Tifa snaps out of it as adrenaline kicks in, and grabs you. Probably! If you let her. She's also not above throwing someone over her shoulder like some kind of superhero, if you're small enough for her to pull it off.

Or even if you aren't.]


Let's go, let's go!

[She'll get the details later, maybe. Or maybe you can slow her down...or try to get her to see reason.]

IV. b

[Success! Sort of. Now safe inside a store, Tifa (and perhaps, her involuntary companion) has a second to regroup.

She's not having good luck at regrouping.]


What is going on? Why is the town trying to kill us?

[She looks somewhere between upset and furious.] This is ridiculous. You can't just put anyone in these sorts of extreme competitions. Someone could get seriously hurt.

[She still thinks she's competing for something.]

BONUS.

[As a wonderful end to this action packed day, her phone seems to be locked up by some kind of virus. Nice.]

How am I supposed to know how many chromosomes a turkey has off the top of my head? I'm not a nerd. I can't look it up, either?

[She's not a nerd, but maybe you are! And maybe you aren't offended enough at being called a nerd to help her out.]

WILDCARD

[Have you ever wanted to play with Tifa, except a louder, more self-absorbed version? This prompt is for you! here's her at the workshop if you need ideas.]
Edited 2017-06-18 18:54 (UTC)
doitrockapella: (BOW ❖ holy shit was that an honorific)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2017-06-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Or I'm hiding my astonishment very well. Really, it could be either one, couldn't it?

[But she's not going to give him shit about not taking a turn, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE. She has patience.]

In any case, I don't see how carrying on or making a scene is helpful or productive.
hauhra: (now try your best to stay calm)

II

[personal profile] hauhra 2017-06-18 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bakhura takes a deep breath before exhaling it all in the most obnoxious sigh he can muster. Although Bakhura had been ready to ditch the university's campus since the moment the summer school program had first informed him that he was to go, discovering that one of his tour guides was none other than that annoying mentor of his who would come around to the orphanage every once in a while, Adam, had only increased his eagerness to bolt out the door the second he saw the opportunity by that many more points.

Unfortunately for Bakhura, that opportunity dissipates into the void laying before the two of them.

Goddammit, Recollé.
]

Why? Can't we just stack the tiles however we want? That pile over there seems to be floating just fine.

[ Not that a gamer like Bakhura minds a good round of Scrabble, of course; he would just rather play it on his own terms. ]
daemonized: (02)

[personal profile] daemonized 2017-06-18 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ardyn's grin just becomes more frustratingly amused, as often is the case when he's faced with a ridiculous situation. At least he agrees with Pitou where that's concerned.]

You're in an inflatable jail, Pitou. [You know, in case you didn't notice!] Far be it from me to suggest an illegal course of action, but... well, if you're so discontent, I doubt it'd take very much to break out.
anguinous: (☼ 3)

[personal profile] anguinous 2017-06-18 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Admittedly, Faolan is more likely (in Laurent's opinion) to know the answer to a question like this than he himself would. He looks up, pinning sharp blue eyes on Faolan a moment in thought. ]

What ear did Mike Tyson bite in a 1997 fight dubbed "The Sound and the Fury"?

[ Well? ]
trappingheart: (pic#11089855)

[personal profile] trappingheart 2017-06-18 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A prize?

[ This is news to her. She had expected this to just be another one of the mayor's flights of fancy, but, if there's legitimately something in it for her... ]

Do you know what the prize is? The key to the city? Being mayor for a day? A lifetime's supply of spray paint?!

[ All incredibly unlikely. ]

I didn't see him, but he's bright red! He can't be that hard to find!
seeker: (14.)

[personal profile] seeker 2017-06-18 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god.

[Alison been borrowing the labs during the summer to get a closer look at the newly gray foliage that's popped up, and she's on her way out when she sees the setup, and hears the speech. She doesn't stop because of that, though. She stops because she recognizes this person.

Different fields, of course, but word gets around about apparent mad scientists.]
No way. You're the ghost guy, aren't you?

[It takes her a moment between that realization and the next: that they're floating on an island where the world used to be.

...]


Are you responsible for this, or am I just going insane?
Edited 2017-06-18 19:38 (UTC)
playdolls: (Default)

[personal profile] playdolls 2017-06-18 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If I deck that guy I am actually going to jail.

[ They mean the approximately a mall cop who is guarding the small entrance to this small jail. ]

He's lucky I didn't bust out his teeth when he hauled me in here. So why don't you distract him and I will leave this inflatable jail.
daemonized: (65)

[personal profile] daemonized 2017-06-18 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could do that. (And in the end, he probably will.) But, for now--]

And why would I do something like that?
knivstikker: (Scout)

1 - her aim is great but do you really want her diffusing a bomb

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-18 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, I think I'm pretty okay with what I got, actually. [Sigrun grins, exuding the kind of blind confidence that would make a moviestar jealous. She gestures at her result for Lalli, though, so he can see just how great of a pick she spun: EXECUTIONER]

I'm sure you'll be a great game show host, though. All you gotta do is read off a little cue card. Pretend you care about some jerk getting a car. Easy-peasy! [She punctuates her faith in Lalli with a heart slap on the back.] Hey, it's not like you gotta know the answers to those trivia questions.
Edited (wow that font is absurdly small) 2017-06-18 19:52 (UTC)
alitaba: (05)

[personal profile] alitaba 2017-06-18 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wha- ] What?! [ She says, as if she's not already getting on ]

Better go fast! [ Because that things getting even closer ]
skald: (neljäkymmentäseitsemän)

[personal profile] skald 2017-06-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lalli might as well have saved his breath for all the attention Tuuri pays to "I'm sleeping."] There aren't any guards, everyone's still playing Cluedo.

[She can see Seabiscuit from here, calmly pecking at some grass in the field down the hill, where he is completely ignored by everyone else playing this game.]

I wasn't paying attention in the beginning or else I'd help to clear your name. Now come on, I need to tell you my plan before they arrest someone else.
knivstikker: (Valhalla‚ jeg kommer)

2

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-18 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not too far away from where Reynir is doggedly clambering up his ladder-slash-chute, a challenger approaches!! Except this challenger is working her way up her own ladder with much more speed and hustle than Reynir seems to be able to muster.]

[And also she's laughing. She's probably crazy?]

[Sigrun stops when she notices Reynir starting to slide back down, gives him a weird look with a lofted brow that's half-judging, half-pitying, then leans casually with her arm hooked through one of the rungs of her own ladder as she shouts down.]
Hey wimpy kid, you okay down there? Need a spotter?