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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!
totallynotanoni: (#11)

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[personal profile] totallynotanoni 2017-06-20 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Following close behind her is Katherine, her hand shoved into a pocket as she trudged behind the actress, only a little disturbed by how calmly she was taking this. Only a little, though: she had known Magilou long enough to at least see that she was a little detached to some things.]

It really did happen, didn't it? Its like some sort of messed up child's game or something like that.

[She shakes her head, a light grimace on her face as yells echo from down the street. If it weren't for how insanely impossible this all was, Kath would have been a little more freaked out.

She looks down the street, squinting to see how much farther the boulder had to go before hopefully stopping.]


I hope everyone's okay down there.
true_noir: (Cloak5)

[personal profile] true_noir 2017-06-20 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! [She laughed as she heard that, her grin widening for a moment, showing in her cheeks as she looked at Kasen and put her hands behind her back, unseen under the cloak. So, this was part of that game? Well, that could be fun.]

Well, officer, I have been here, enjoying the potluck. I do have an alibi, if you'll give me a ... [Did she say horse?] Ahem, I have never ridden a horse, and I certainly haven't had alien contact before.

[She definitely said horse. It was a test to make sure she was right, and she'd heard that properly.]
reticence: (modern uhhhh)

[personal profile] reticence 2017-06-20 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faolan raises his eyebrows at the question. Of all the things out of Laurent's mouth, he'd hardly expected anything like that. Giving him a puzzled look, Faolan supplies the other man with his best approximate guess, based on what little he remembers of hearing about the fight and his knowledge of grappling in general. ]

The right...?

[ A beat ]

Why?
reticence: (modern now now)

[personal profile] reticence 2017-06-20 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faolan finds himself rather puzzled by the answer that the younger man offers. He doesn't remember? He raises his eyebrows slightly, before offering a slight shrug.]

You would think, and yet. Here we are. If it's any consolation, I think just about everyone has been named a suspect. And I'm not certain that she's really gone missing in the first place. I mean. He's proposed we could have done it by alien abduction. It all seems rather constructed, to me.
totallynotanoni: (#4)

[personal profile] totallynotanoni 2017-06-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, thats basically what she's had to deal with for the last 45 minutes or so. Good to see people good laugh along with her on it, though.]

I see, but for how long-

[Oh God not the 'horse' thing again. Thats really been messing with her for the last few days. Don't worry, Kath, just laugh it off. Its honestly pretty funny...and really confusing. And pretty embarrassing in some ways.

She gives a light (and somewhat faked) laugh, trying to play along with the joke.]

Sorry, for some reason I've been mixing up chocobo with rose...I mean horse with chocobo. Dang that is really getting to me. [Her cheeks go a little bit red.

Yeah, Chloe? You know that test you gave her? Acing it.]
long_live_the_queen: (new and improved generic glare)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2017-06-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The eyes were harsher now, colder now, colored by red lenses. Lucy was still frozen stiff, shoulders tense, and her posture far from calm.

There was shock, of course; this couldn't be happening. Retrospec's comedic strangeness was one thing. This was...this was something entirely different.

The surprise on Lucy's face gave way not to relief, not to excitement.

Her brows furrowed and her mouth twisted into anger.
]

The fuck are you doing here?!

[Why was Katherine here. Why was she here, why now, after abandoning her like everyone else?]

[personal profile] appraiser 2017-06-20 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's exactly how it's supposed to go, Ryoji regretting never lifting weights as he's able to grab hold of the edge but still relying on Akira for the most part to haul him up onto the tile. It's not supposed to end in tipping over the other edge and being swallowed up by darkness.

Ryoji scrambles to grab hold of Akira's hand, but that won't stop them from falling. Unless... He hopes and prays Akira is too busy looking down at where try might land, to look up as he shifts into Thanatos under the cover of darkness— it can fly, coffins spread out to slow the descent, and maybe he could—

but before he can think to fly up, they hit something. A slide of some sort and Thanatos returns to Ryoji, squinting at the sudden sunlight and... rooftops? Speeding down the chute like a bullet and they're going to splatter on the ground. ]
tire: (many protest)

[personal profile] tire 2017-06-20 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ eijun continues clinging on for a solid second just to be sure that the trauma of the moment has passed--he looks over his shoulder to make sure the boulder is gone, but still doesn't let go.

...it's safe here! ]


I was running errands!! I just went out to get some milk cause Okumura was gonna make dinner and I got ATTACKED BY A BOULDER.

[ ...still clinging. ]
lalliho: (that is too close)

[personal profile] lalliho 2017-06-20 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
...Ew. No thanks.

[Executioner lady, he does not want to imagine that. Just let him be a mime!!!]
skald: (yksi)

i

[personal profile] skald 2017-06-20 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Tuuri has no idea how she got roped into interviewing someone for this job, but well, here she is! Time to put him at ease with some casual banter.]

Hi Reynir! I'm Tuuri. I like your flowers.

[Excellent. Casual banter accomplished. She's pretty good at this, she should consider asking Majima if she can do some hiring at the club... She clears her throat, shuffles her papers, and glances down at the job description.

Oh.]
Well, this is a position as a mime, so... I'm sorry, but you're already talking more than you should be. [But yikes, that means that the interview should already be over, huh? And she can't turn him down just like that.] --But I'm willing to overlook it, given your excellent qualifications! Please tell me more about those.

[Please do, because Tuuri is just looking at a piece of paper that says "mime" and nothing else on it.]
knivstikker: (pic#11464616)

Re: wildcard!!!

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-20 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Sigrun was very serious about band practice, which meant that she was sure to bring her guitar with her to the sports fields every Saturday so that she didn't have to go all the way back home to pick it up on the way to the club. Besides, it also made a good holding case for her gym gear. She was the only one regularly going to practice anyway. On account of the no current bandmates.]

[Anyway, that meant she had to lug the case onto the bus with her from the schoolgrounds in Apprassage all the way down to the music hall in Tisse. And by god, she was going to fit that guitar on the bus. She was really lucky that day to find a seat, even! She happily shoved her ass right into that seat, tunnel vision keeping her eyes on the screen of her phone as she nodded her head to the blaring music coming through her headphones.]

[Which are screaming.]

[She definitely does not hear you, Tuuri.]
anguinous: (☼ 11)

[personal profile] anguinous 2017-06-20 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sry Faolan.

You have caused obnoxious music to come out of Laurent's phone.
]

Wrong, apparently.

[ Geez why don't you have perfect recall on boxing matches? He frowns at his phone again. ]

Ah. What common sock pattern is named for the westernmost region of Scotland? I'm not sure I know the name of any sock patterns.
knivstikker: (pic#11464656)

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-20 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[No, no mimes, they're weird]

[Look. There's a reason she's cool with the executioner card.]
I mean, yeah, it'd be gross! But really makes you think, huh?

[No it doesn't!!]

Okay, ask me another one! I'll get it this time. [It's entirely possible that Sigrun has forgotten that this is supposed to be a job interview and not trivia night.]
skald: (neljäkymmentäkahdeksan)

Re: wildcard!!!

[personal profile] skald 2017-06-20 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, Tuuri can... can certainly hear the screaming! Sigrun's music is way too loud. Embarrassed, Tuuri tries to put up with it for another fifteen seconds-- fifteen seconds of a heavy, uncomfortable guitar case leaning on her with not-nearly-muffled-enough screaming in her ear.

Then she coughs, hoping it would attract Sigrun's attention.]
Excuse me?

[The people across from her on the bus are staring at her now! This is so awkward! Tuuri summons up her nerve and... taps the woman on the shoulder!!] Excuse me!
knivstikker: (pic#11464621)

Re: wildcard!!!

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-20 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[The cough goes completely unnoticed as well- equally as unnoticed is the staring, and really, Tuuri's entire existence. In fact, Sigrun seems to think the tap on the shoulder is just the guitar case bumping back against her after the bus hits a little bump in the road, and just adjusts the strap on her shoulder a little.]

[Which of course causes the case to press even more against Tuuri, just at a new angle.]

[The bus screeches to a stop at a light to avoid rear-ending the car in front of it, which then sends everyone lurching forward- and Sigrun's guitar case is directly in front of Tuuri's face. Enjoy your hard, plastic airbag.]
lalliho: (that's stupid)

[personal profile] lalliho 2017-06-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[But he wouldn't have to talk!!!]

I don't care about you getting it wrong or right, I care about having to ask. I don't want to, remember?
smothershadow: (She smiles sometimes I promise)

[personal profile] smothershadow 2017-06-20 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Peculiar.

[Ridiculous. But Amelia rested more of her weight on that foot regardless, until she had taken a full step. There was nothing connecting her with the ground now, the tiled letter seemingly suspended on nothing over featureless black.

As incredibly stuffy as she could be, Amelia was quite bold when she wished it. So took another cautious step, this one less tentative than the first.
]

You've never seen this before?

[She doubted Kurt would have seen this at all, but it never hurt to make sure that he was certain. And wasn't lying. Doubly, triply sure.]
fjarhundur: (surprise | what's this?)

you deserve this nonsense

[personal profile] fjarhundur 2017-06-20 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
( his eyes light up: she likes the blue flowers! good, people should love this blue thing. it's pretty cool! so is green, but green's kind of hard to find right now, but that's not the point. the point is he's opening his mouth to say, "hey, these are blue, right?" when she points out...

... he's already talking more than he should be for this position. of a mime? Reynir's hand comes up to clap over his mouth, flowers clutched in his other hand and held up in a kind of gentle dismay. gentle, because he doesn't leap up or look as caught offguard as he feels: his expression sort of freezes in mild surprise.

now he has to tell her about his qualifications. as a mime. what do mimes do, other than play extensive charades?

honestly, he has to admit he's never seen a mime perform, never watched one on film, and only knows about them through word of mouth. he can't even remember what his spin the wheel of qualifications landed on, so he's stuck here with wilting flowers, a job interview he has no idea what to do with, and qualifications no one else had run by him.

he's got this. probably. he's going to try to have this. his hand falls away from his face and he smiles (closing his eyes, look how sincere this is -- and it is, after a moment) before giving Tuuri a thumbs up. that's a good signal. he's fairly sure that's a good signal. unless it isn't. his eyes slit open and he waits to judge her reaction before he taps a hand on his chest to indicate "I" or "me" and then... sweeps up from the table. he stands tall, peering around the room. this is like make believe back on the sheep farm. watching the flock with the dogs, but giving his imagination room to roam.

which is about when he lights up, seeing something in the "distance," and... pantomimes... walking that way. except marching in place is a little silly, and he tries not to look at Tuuri (please be giving him a chance at this job he's suddenly not sure he wants at all, unless it pays, and he's hard to fire from it, he does have a hard time holding on to things for some reason or another) but then he has to, and when he does, he thrusts out the flowers. yes! uh. he looks at the flowers, then gestures to the whole of the room. he will plant this... meadow? with flowers! to sell at market.

Tuuri, please stop him. he's pantomiming the planting of flowers, their watering, and their growth. all to "pick" them, gather them into his actual flower bouquet, and offer them to Tuuri with a smile... and a palm... held out......... for money.

because he's in a business venture. not anything else.

a thought strikes:

what if miming is nothing like charades?
)
maskreant: (pic#11465198)

[personal profile] maskreant 2017-06-20 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
I would just pretend to be you. Detective Prince—Goro Akechi. Filled to the brim with exuberance, charm, and knowledge.

[ Akira's tone actually lifts up to play the part, mimicking the small lilts and variances of Goro's voice. You know what? He'll even add a playful wink to that before he reverts back to his normal, neutral self. Now stroking his chin, he has to seriously think of something to pair off with that vibrant fictional thief. They only have a couple of minutes, so he pieces together what he knows from Investigation Discovery and cyoa stories he read online. ]

Let's go with a upstanding detective, seasoned from his first big debut, only to be stumped by this new art stealing menace. He has been working hard on getting the recognition of the public which he earned and craved, but his great sense of justice hasn't waned from his popularity. Unfortunately, he becomes enamored by the thief's free lifestyle and also succumbs to societal pressures as days go by without the thief in cuffs. Desperation fuels, corrupts, and blinds him.

[ Okay, maybe he went too deep into something they're only going to play with once. At least he doesn't half-ass his work? The recruiters usher them in, saying it's their time to shine. ]

So we're clear on roles?
knivstikker: (pic#11464629)

[personal profile] knivstikker 2017-06-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Man, do you know how much those gameshow host guys make? It's like, a ton of money!! They're on TV every day in this country.

[And have you seen all the reruns? Think of the royalties, Lalli!] Don't be a quitter, this is a great job opportunity! I mean, it's gotta be better than whatever you do now.

...What do you do now.
totallynotanoni: (#14)

[personal profile] totallynotanoni 2017-06-20 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[The face was older now, more weathered and tempered. Lucy might even recognize the faded old scar that cracks at the corner of her lip. Her body shook and quivered in place, because of course it would: her long lost little sister, little Lucy, was standing right in front of her.

A lot of feelings run through her. Joy, excitement, more happiness than she's felt in the last few years now. Her baby sixte,r little Lucy. She was here. She found her.

Then there comes the Guilt. Oh God the guilt. A car crashing and pain throughout her body. Months spent in intensive care. A failing orphanage. Her screaming Lucy's name. It all comes back like a flood. She lost her arm. She lost her sister.]


Lucy-

[Tears.]

I'm so...sorry. [Just as she chokes out the last word, Katherine feels her body move forwards. Whatever Lucy is saying, she can't really tell right now. All she really can hear is her heart beating and her clothes ruffling as she goes to hug her sister.]
Edited 2017-06-20 01:22 (UTC)
skald: (kahdeksankymmentäkolme)

Re: wildcard!!!

[personal profile] skald 2017-06-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh dear god how did this backfire so badly.

The new angle of the guitar case is even worse than the old one, and now Tuuri is honestly painfully squished up against the side of the bus-- only to clunk her head on the guitar case as the bus stops. The people across from Tuuri are now openly watching her with pitying concern.

She holds the back of her hand to her forehead, and waves the free one in front of Sigrun's face.]
Scuse me!
lalliho: (eenie meenie minie mo)

[personal profile] lalliho 2017-06-20 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ehmmmm...]

I don't have a job.

[And thank the deity of your choice for that because having to film enough to be on tv every day means so much time outside the apartment and interacting with people...! Money be damned, his anxiety can't take it.]
skald: (viisikymmentäkaksi)

[personal profile] skald 2017-06-20 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Better safe than sorry, you know. [she says, in a tone dangerously close to the gentle scolding of an older cousin to the younger.] If he does remember you, you'll be right back in jail, and I'll be there with you for helping you escape.

[Tuuri didn't do anything besides bother him into it.]

And then we'll be stuck on the hot plastic for who knows how long.