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thevisitors) wrote2018-03-19 08:18 pm
thevisitors) wrote2018-03-19 08:18 pm
test drive
This is the official test drive for Visitants! Feel free to use this as to gather samples (8 comments from your char) or voicetest. Reserves open March 30th. Feel free to hit up our FAQ if you have any questions.
Please list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.
1 - Count Chocula
You find yourself awoken in a long-abandoned cabin, far too dusty for anyone's comfort and cobwebs practically coating the wall. Once you leave the cabin, you find yourself in a town in the middle of the woods that's...not looking much better. There are others here in similar situations, however, maybe you should look at them?
2 - Frankenberry
Day-to-day living in town is...simple enough. Try and escape and you'll just get lost in the woods until you find your way back. You're also a bit limited in terms of...comfort. There's not a lot here in the way of entertainment, but it seems as though you'll have enough to do in order to keep yourselves busy.
For you see, unlike other murdergames, the restaurant has been long-abandoned. While there are a limited amount of rations around the town should you scavenge, and a small supply in your room appears now and then to keep you from starving, you'll have to hunt should you want to keep hunger away. Fortunately, there are bows and arrows available...
For the less hunt-inclined members of the group, you can find something to do. Gather wood for campfires, tend to the camp, and there's a limited amount of fertile ground available for crops. Surely you can find something to do to improve life here.
3 - Boo Berry
Congrats! Somebody did a murder. Maybe it was even you. Maybe it was one of your friends. Maybe the victim was your brother. Might want to look into that, maybe?
4 - Fruit Brute
...This place is haunted. You come to this conclusion based on the fact that either you got caught during a trial, and you wake up as a ghost, or your dead friend who was killed is now floating around like it's nothing. Might have to adjust to life as a ghost.
5 - Fruity Yummy Mummy
For all the spooky prompts you wanna do that we don't have.
Keep in mind that posting in the test drive does not represent a commitment to join our game. You're welcome to play here even if you can't app. Playing here does not guarantee a slot in the game, nor does it count as a reserve.
Please list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.
1 - Count Chocula
You find yourself awoken in a long-abandoned cabin, far too dusty for anyone's comfort and cobwebs practically coating the wall. Once you leave the cabin, you find yourself in a town in the middle of the woods that's...not looking much better. There are others here in similar situations, however, maybe you should look at them?
2 - Frankenberry
Day-to-day living in town is...simple enough. Try and escape and you'll just get lost in the woods until you find your way back. You're also a bit limited in terms of...comfort. There's not a lot here in the way of entertainment, but it seems as though you'll have enough to do in order to keep yourselves busy.
For you see, unlike other murdergames, the restaurant has been long-abandoned. While there are a limited amount of rations around the town should you scavenge, and a small supply in your room appears now and then to keep you from starving, you'll have to hunt should you want to keep hunger away. Fortunately, there are bows and arrows available...
For the less hunt-inclined members of the group, you can find something to do. Gather wood for campfires, tend to the camp, and there's a limited amount of fertile ground available for crops. Surely you can find something to do to improve life here.
3 - Boo Berry
Congrats! Somebody did a murder. Maybe it was even you. Maybe it was one of your friends. Maybe the victim was your brother. Might want to look into that, maybe?
4 - Fruit Brute
...This place is haunted. You come to this conclusion based on the fact that either you got caught during a trial, and you wake up as a ghost, or your dead friend who was killed is now floating around like it's nothing. Might have to adjust to life as a ghost.
5 - Fruity Yummy Mummy
For all the spooky prompts you wanna do that we don't have.
Keep in mind that posting in the test drive does not represent a commitment to join our game. You're welcome to play here even if you can't app. Playing here does not guarantee a slot in the game, nor does it count as a reserve.
John Watson | Sherlock Holmes [ACD Books' Canon]
[In a way, Watson regrets mentioning so early on that he was a doctor.
Of course, he doesn't mind helping people; He doesn't mind distributing the limited supply of medication he managed to scrounge up, and bandaging up everyone's wounds.
What he does mind is how trapped he feels. Not just in this hellish forest and the "game" their host mentioned, either. Watching others leave to hunt, with no guarantee of their safe return... Watson feels guilty for not joining them. For having to stay behind and merely hope that they won't come back with horrendous claw marks and torn bodies.
He should be out there.
He supposes he could blame Holmes for this, but truthfully, it's in his nature. He lived through a warzone, after all. He can't just sit idly by forever.
It's this line of thought that leads him to stand on the outskirts of town one morning, trying to will himself to walk away and not quite able to manage it.
Stop him? Join him? Drag yourself brutally mangled out of the forest and force him to return to work? Up to you.]
this crossover nobody wanted
--well. Not like it matters anymore.
Either way, Lestrade knows better than to stop him, which is why he does the next best thing.]
Oy! Watson!
[He shouts to him as he runs up to catch up from behind.]
im just assuming theyve had the chance to meet already and discuss the whole Multiple Universes shit
By now, he'd learned that this Lestrade was about as tenacious as the one he'd known, and it doesn't take more than a few seconds for Watson to figure out what he's planning to do.]
You've been through these woods already, I take it? ... You willing to show me around?
pretty much ayy
Doctor Whoscience fiction shows made him more acceptable of this whole multiple universe shenanigans. Even if knowing it applies to him is still kinda weird.Anyway.]
Ah--yeah. [He comes to a stop beside Watson, then takes a moment to catch his breath. He is still fit enough, but it doesn't change the fact that he's over fifty. Definitely not as spry as he used to be.] Looked around the other day. And considering stuff... [Lestrade trails off to a shrug.] Just thought company might be a good idea.
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He waits politely for Lestrade to catch his breath. Watson's used to the Lestrade back home being able to keep up with him and Holmes, but the Lestrade that Watson knows is also best described as a "ferret-y little man" and only a few years older than himself. Neither of which is the case for this Lestrade.
God, this really is a mess.
He nods- a little too sharply- at Lestrade's words.
This may be his idea, but Watson's still more than a little wary of what the forest has to offer.]
Company... Company's good, yeah. You have a weapon, I'm sure?
[Watson pats at the pocket where his revolver usually is, its absence weighing on him. He's put a dagger in its place, but it's not the same. And everyone's already claimed the scarce few muskets in the camp.]
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Well, Sherlock.
It's not the same but nevertheless--he feels like he should do something, somehow.]
Yeah. [He pats at his own coat, at where his own hunting knife rests. He definitely misses his own gun, but there's not much he can do. Also muskets have a terrible design.] Not much, but better than nothing.
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[Watson looks into the forest- even in daylight, it feels horribly sinister. The branches reach into the sky like grasping fingers, and the foreboding darkness deeper into the woods appears almost tangible.
Still. Nothing to do but brave it. He takes the first few steps forward, glancing behind him as if to reassure himself that Lestrade hasn't disappeared in that brief few moments.]
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Though the Hound was nothing but an illusion Lestrade doesn't know if the same can apply here. But at the same time there are greater horrors than monsters that lurk in the dark.
He steps forward after Watson does, glancing back at him when his gaze shifts back. Lestrade gives his own nod, providing whatever reassurance he can give. He may be just as lost, but at this with this he can do something, and its better than sitting down and twiddling his thumbs.]
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and then they both fucking died the end][The woods are thick, and Watson trips over debris more than he'd like to admit. The trees grow close together- the romantic in him wants to describe it as a tender embrace, with the branches entangling into a dense canopy.
The underbrush is unforgiving, and there's no proper path that he can see, but Watson knows this is the route taken by the others on their hunting trips. He's perceptive enough to notice where the thickets have been trampled by the others, and follows in their footsteps.
He glances back.]
Still recognize where we are?
weekend ate me up soz
wouldn't that be amazing][The forest's trees are so close to one another, and the canopy is so thick that almost all the light is blocked out, plunging the space around them into an almost eerie twilight. Half the time Lestrade thinks he's about to trip over his feet or something else on the floor.
Though he supposes it could be worse, since a good part of the path has been evened out by use from the others. Lestrade makes a note to see if he can help clear out this path properly.]
More or less. [He hums quietly then turns back, facing forward.] Don't think we're in too deep yet.
uwu?
So now he's stumbled on back to the town, his sleeve wrapped around his hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Too bad there's no washing machines here, it'll take forever to get the stains out of his coat. Juno spots the doctor--at least, he thinks he's a doctor?
...He was thinking of just ripping off a bit of his coat for a bandage, but he should ask for help.]
Hey, you're a doctor, right? Mind helping me out with this itsy-bitsy cut I have here?
[Holds out his sleeve of blood.]
uwu!
Watson grimaces a little, taking Juno's hand gingerly.]
May I see...
[Regardless of what Juno says, Watson moves the sleeve out of the way, taking a closer look at the wound. He frowns, but mercifully doesn't say anything about the fact that this wound is. Suspiciously arrowhead-shaped. He re-wraps the wound, pressing the sleeve tighter against the wound- hopefully stopping any remaining bleeding.]
Right, let's get you to the clinic.
[The "clinic" is a dilapidated two room building that Watson has more or less claimed for himself. It has a safe in the back room, where he keeps all the dwindling medical supplies he's managed to collect. It also has a very bloodstained, ratty couch that is either a waiting area or an operating table, depending on how badly the day is going.
That's also where he's making Juno lie down while he goes to grab supplies. The stains are dry, at least.]
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Careful, doc. Don't wanna have to spend more time recovering from this than I have to.
[Juno promptly finds himself whisked away to the house...thing...clinic. He doesn't really trust those bloodstains on the couch. But that doesn't stop him from adding his own mark, wiping the sleeve on the cushions a little before lying down.
There's the sudden realization that he's injured and alone, and that, if this man wanted to, he could likely try to kill Juno. So he sits back up again. Better check in on what's going on.]
Hey, everything good? I'll just wait here while I paint your cushions red.
[He wipes his sleeve on the couch again. Just because.]
me desperately researching medicine in the time frame visitants is probably set in: fuck
[Watson's back with an attitude! Along with a small roll of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic.
He kneels beside Juno, and grimaces.]
Sorry. Don't mean to get testy with you. It's been... a long few weeks, is all.
If it helps, the couch was already a little bloody before I found it.
[A pause.]
No, actually, that doesn't sound any better, does it?
its Fine you just slap a bandaid on everything and its Fine
[...Oh. That's....that's, uh, a bit worrying. He eyes the new blood stain and shifts a little.]
...No, it doesn't.
[He pauses.]
Where did you get those supplies, anyways? Were they in this house or...?
they didnt have bandaids until 1920
I think most people are merely focused on trying to stay alive- an admirable goal, of course. But you're right, we do need to focus more of our energies on freeing ourselves from this nightmare.
This might sting-
[That's all the warning Juno gets before Watson applies the antiseptic, having already dabbed away the drying blood. He holds Juno's hand in place so he can't jerk away even if he wants to. Satisfied, he begins wrapping the wound, careful not to use up too many of his bandages.]
Sort of. I found a rudimentary first aid kit while exploring this house and decided to set up shop here, as it were. Other people have brought me supplies they've found. Medication bottles, the occasional role of bandages... most of the bottles were already half empty, but it's better than nothing. I've already had to start tapping into my- sadly very limited- knowledge of natural remedies, and how to use the plants and herbs people harvest when exploring the woods.
oh No
[In a life or death situation, what's an average person going to do? Probably either completely break down or focus entirely on their own survival. They're not going to worry as much about the big picture. Well, that was good and all, but from what Juno could see, no one was going to survive in the end if they just focused on that.
His train of though is interrupted when the antiseptic is applied. Juno nearly jerks his hand back, but Watson is thankfully holding it in place.]
Well, hopefully those plants won't hurt as much as this does. Be careful about the mushrooms you find, though.
So...not enough supplies for a real functioning clinic, unless looters passed through, but I seriously doubt that, considering the state of the other cabins. Either someone died here or....actually, yeah, that's the only possibility I'm considering. [He hesitates, flexing his fingers and testing his pain tolerance.] What're your thoughts, doc? On the hand, and the town.
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Mm. Not surprising, all things considered. We've already seen... what, six deaths in these last few weeks?
[He sighs, running his hands through his hair. He's trying quite hard not to think about the fact that he couldn't save a single damned one of them. The fact that they're floating around as ghosts now just feels like a permanent reminder of his guilt.]
My... my friend could probably give you a perfect rundown of everything about this place just from looking around, up to and including the number of times people've died here, and their exact causes of death. Unfortunately, I'm just... well.
[He's not getting into all that with a virtual stranger. Not today. He knows, dimly, that he's exaggerating Holmes' prowess quite a bit, but it feels oddly comforting right now to think of the man as practically omniscient. Makes it feel as though there's a sliver of hope of his partner finding him in this confusing place and bringing him home. That grain of optimism is helping keep him together.]
Your hand should be fine in a day or so- the wound looked worse than it was. Try to avoid using it as much as you can these next few days, give it more time to heal. Come to me tomorrow and I can check the wound again, make sure there's no sign of infection, and change the bandages if I haven't already run out of them. But you should be fine. Just don't go around stabbing yourself with your own weapons anymore, alright?
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At least the culprits got what was coming to 'em. I have to say, this kind of justice is a lot cleaner than back home. No lose ends or anything to get caught in, at least. [He lets out a humorless laugh.] Can't say I prefer it, though. These motives...none of these people are truly evil. Just desperate.
[His friend, huh? Juno snorts a little, rolling up his sleeve as to not get more blood on the bandages.]
Your friend sounds like an interesting person. Wish he could be here to help us out. I don't even know if my...friends knows where I am.
[His Two (2) whole friends, that is. One of whom he completely walked out on.]
Can't promise anything, doc. For all we know, tomorrow I'll end up with an arrow in my back. [You expect Juno Steel to follow instructions on how to take care of himself? He can barely tell himself to take care of himself.] A day or two. So that's a day, give or take a few hours, yeah?
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[Blackmailed victims taking revenge into their own hands to protect their honor, children made to hide away because society would refuse to accept them, a woman forced to blackmail the king who ruined her life so he would be prevented from hurting her further...
Each week here, Watson meets the news of murder with resignation but not surprise. Each time the murderer explains why they did what they did, Watson remembers hearing the same justifications before. He pities them and wishes that circumstances were different, but at the end of the day, there's nothing he can do.]
And, you're right about swift justice. The number of times we've collared a criminal only to have them die in jail prior to their trial, or outright escape due to the Yard's incompetency... The number of vile criminals who have received lenient sentences and been allowed to return to society because of a lack of evidence or victims unable to testify... Well.
[Hey, 2 friends is more than Watson's got half the time. His mouth twitches in an oddly solemn grin- more of a grimace.
The comment about the injury is enough to turn him stern again, and Watson's brow furrows.]
No, none of that- two days, maybe three. If I hear from anyone that you've been straining that hand of yours, by God, I'll make sure you take to bedrest one way or another.
[Is that a threat? Hard to tell. But Watson seems to have realized that Juno is in the same vein as Holmes- both stubborn and unwilling to rest when their body needs it most.
Watson's spent nearly a decade having to wrestle Holmes into a bed whenever he's got a broken bone or a vicious fever. He's fine with putting his bedside manner aside to keep a patient from hurting themselves further, and he has the experience to back up his words.]
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Tell me about it. Back where I'm from, half of the criminals were bureaucrats and the other half were being paid by said bureaucrats. Evidence almost isn't a question, it's a matter of how much money these guys have. At least you guys seem to have a fair judicial system in place.
[Not to mention how many times he messed up and had let a criminal get away because he was too hung up over small things or hesitated for a split second. No, he won't stop blaming himself over everything. But Watson seemed like an interesting fellow. Weirdly nice to people, too. Juno still didn't trust anyone in this town, but he had a bit of respect for the doctor.]
C'mon, doc, it's just my hand. It's not like I rely on it for, oh, everything I do including shooting and fighting and general survival.
[Something half resembling a smirk appears on Juno's face. Not enough for a smile, mind you.]
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Unfortunately, I understand that quite well. The men with power and money rarely receive the justice they deserve. And I daresay there are many who would argue with you on whether our judicial system is fair, but at least it exists.
[Despite himself, that last comment gets a laugh out of him. It's weak, but it's the most genuine good humor Watson's had in quite a while.]
Well, good to hear, then- if your hand decays and falls off, the only thing you'll've lost is a place to stick your arrows in. Nothing important.
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nick our characters' inclination towards internal monologue will be the death of us
tfw words and prose and verbosity
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[spends hours reconstructing the tl for SH canon bcause ACD didnt give a FUCK about consistency]
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Why not?
Unfortunately, with his infamy as a book character, his status as a Heroic Spirit, and the ever looming presence of Hyde, he has merely introduced himself as Henry and said little else about himself. Best to keep himself at a distance and focus on collecting resources like firewood than to let the devil within play their captor's game.
However, his hopes of laying low and not being too much of a bother is threatened by the presence of Dr. Watson on the outskirts of town.
Concern and curiosity win over caution and concealment. Jekyll decides to calmly approach from behind.]
Doctor? What are you doing out here at this hour?
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Hm? Ah, nothing, nothing. Just keeping an eye out, you know?
... You never know what's lurking out there.
[He's sure if Holmes were here, the man would've already figured out everything about this forest, down to the scientific name of every creature possibly hidden within and what they'd had for breakfast that morning. But he wasn't Holmes, no matter how hard he might try in the man's absence.]
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I see...
[He opens his mouth to continue but... God, he shouldn't be so close to him in a hunting situation. That would be worse than any beast out there. The next best thing would be...]
Do you need someone to stay at the clinic while you're here? I do have experience with medical equipment.