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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.
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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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[hets? never heard of em]I have to say, your world almost sounds like mine. You live on Earth, right? No wonder Hyperion City is so messed up--it's the first off-world colony humankind established. All the other settlements have good people, systems that work, but the people in charge back home don't exactly care about fixing a system that benefits them.
[He found out a few weeks ago that half of the people here come from Earth. At first, he thought they were joking--no one had lived on Earth for hundreds of years. But then he realized that some weird ass time shenanigans were going on. Juno didn't like that one bit.]
Your friend, though--he sounds like an interesting person. I take it that, since you mentioned that you two solve cases, he's a detective of some sort. Mind telling him more about him?
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I'd like to hear more about your Hyperion City, sometime. It sounds quite... well. Different, from anything that I've known.
Though we both share the same biased judicial system.
[At the question, Watson brightens quite a bit. This man wrote novels about his
boyfriendpartner, you've got a big storm coming.]Holmes... He's a detective, you're right. A consulting detective, he calls it. People come to him, give him their case, and he takes on the ones that interest him the most. I'm, well, I'm not a detective, clearly. But he's my friend. And he's always seemed to want my help... my company. [A tight grin.] Even after all this time, I'm a bit out of my depth with perception and deduction, but I've learned quite a bit from him over the years. And I daresay I've been useful to him some handful of times- my doctorate and my revolver aren't for show.
[He pauses, debating if he should continue.]
We work with the police on occasion, but Holmes isn't afraid to take on a case that might skirt around the law, or intentionally withhold evidence from the official detectives. For the greater good, you understand- to protect the life and dignity of someone who deserved to be spared, but never would be, in the current state of the law.
[That sort of thing used to distress him, toying with his conscience. But the night Charles Milverton died, Watson slept peacefully. His only concern that night was whether or not the woman who tore her life back from Milverton's grasp had escaped safely; and that Holmes and he hadn't left any evidence. He hadn't at all been worried for his own life and reputation, of course- merely for Holmes' sake. To have the greatest detective in London arrested...]
nick our characters' inclination towards internal monologue will be the death of us
[Juno nods as Watson speaks. If this Holmes character was really as good a detective as Watson said he was, then why would he need someone like Watson to stick around? Maybe to offer another perspective on certain things, yes, like how Juno needs Rita to help him look up stuff. But that's because Rita's a good secretary and can actually use a computer for things other than Solitare.
However, the way that Watson is expressing his fondness for the man...Juno has a gut feeling that there's something a bit more personal between the two. Not married, as far as he can tell.
Ring On Finger + These Expressions of Fondness = ....?????]
I understand. It's a noble thing, striving to do good in a world that seems set on running everyone over. Hell, I've tried to do the same more than a few times. [Tried being the key word here--he's usually the one getting run over at the expense of other people.] Wish I could've met your husband--sounds like he and I would have a lot to talk about.
[Sorry, Watson. Were you hoping for something more subtle? In space, everyone is gay.]
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google search: "when was mars named and discovered", "did people in late 1800s know what mars is", "when did the planets get named",]That sounds... absolutely awful. I'm sorry you've had to live through that.
[He seems quite sincere about that, too.]
Mhmm. We've done what we can, as best as we can, but it's not always enough. And- wait-
[Back up. What was that about husband.]
You- hold on- I-
[Watson pauses, running his hands through his hair and forcing himself to stop running his mouth. 'Calm down, John. Alright. Think this through logically. This Juno guy is from another planet, another universe entirely. If he's outright referring to Holmes as your husband, and not showing any malice while doing so, then logically, where he's from it's a non-issue. You've already met a few people here who share your inclination. This isn't too shocking for someone to notice. It's alright.'
After a moment, Watson clears his throat and nods, his grin a bit strained.]
Right. Yeah. We're not officially married, mind you, it's not entirely... Well. I have to tell people this band is for my wife, you know. She passed on a few years back, and all that.
Sorry, I'm not used to... It being brought up. Or noticed in the first place.
[Dr John H Watson, MD, is realizing he has no damn clue how to talk openly about being gay when he's spent his entire life dancing around that fact.]
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Time shenanigans. Right.]
Ah. Nah, that's understandable. It's a Martian thing, I guess. At least you guys have each other and...stuff. [What do you ask people about their relationships?] Sorry, didn't mean to pry too much into it. How...How long have you guys been together?
[Here's to hoping Watson doesn't think to ask about Juno's own relationship status. It's...definitely complicated, and he doesn't really want to get into that to a practical stranger. Or, really, anyone. Juno "Internalize Everything" Steel. That's him.]
[spends hours reconstructing the tl for SH canon bcause ACD didnt give a FUCK about consistency]
We took on our wedding bands when I married my wife in 1889- don't worry, she was fully aware. Her tastes were quite similar to mine.
[gay/lesbian solidarity in the 1800s is marrying in order to protect each other + provide easy excuses for one another should suspicions begin to raise.
Watson's curious about whether or not Juno's had similar relationships to his with Holmes, but he's a polite gentlemen at heart and he doesn't want to pry when there's no reason for it. He gets the feeling Juno's the type to keep that thing guarded, anyway.
which is unfortunate bcause i wanted to make juno spill the beans]You're not prying, don't worry. I've just. Never really talked about it before.
[Even with Holmes, the two of them let actions speak more than words- gentle touches, knowing eye contact, affectionate gestures that were so brief that the average person would've missed them.
While Watson says the two have been together for more than five years- eight, if you include Holmes' years in hiding- it's more complicated than that. 1887 was just the year they both put an actual word to things, acknowledged what they were both feeling. If Watson was being entirely honest, they've probably been in love since 1882 and just took quite a while to get around to doing something about that.
But that's confusing and a lot to dump on a relative stranger, so Watson's leaving it at that for now.]
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Hey, maybe you could come on to the future and get married. You could take a honeymoon to Ganymede, pretty popular place for newlyweds.
[It's a bittersweet joke. Juno doesn't...really have the same sweet association with nuptial arrangements as most. His unworn wedding dress was still tucked into the back of his closet somewhere where he can't see.
He'd elaborate, maybe even mention this detail, but Juno's perfected the art of talking a whole lot but saying close to nothing.
make! juno! spill! the! beans!]May as well talk about it while you get the chance. After all, you never know when you're gonna be the next one dead.
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If we ever find a way to travel through time, I'll certainly give it some thought. Though I'm afraid the culture shock might strike me dead.
[This man was born before cars were even a concept. Before lightbulbs. Before paperclips.
No beans spilling here, though Watson notices Juno looking a little forlorn about the topic of marriage.
He sobers up at the mention of death.]
I suppose you're right about that. Still, I'm not really a stranger to the prospect of dying at any moment. I have the limp and the shoulder ache to prove it.
[Luckily, Watson's leg hasn't given him much trouble lately, and he hasn't needed a cane much these last few weeks. He's been spending most of his time cooped up inside tending to injuries, anyway- nothing too strenuous. On the days where he does need a little extra help to walk, he has a few decently-sized sticks set aside for just that.]
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Well, with how much you've been offering your help, maybe they'll like you enough to not even bother trying to kill you.
[Or...they could try and take advantage of his kindness and kill him as a result. That, plus Watson's leg and it was a recipe for disaster. Juno's not very good at being positive. He respects Watson as a good man and a good doctor--it'd be a damn shame if anything happened to him.]
If it's worth anything, I'll keep an eye out for you. [He taps his right temple, above his cybernetic eye.] I'm a pretty good shot--well, that's after my hand heals.
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"Kill the Medic first" is both a good TF2 strategy AND kinda fucked up in reality!]I appreciate the offer, thank you. But don't worry yourself- I'm not defenseless. If someone tried to kill me in a fair fight, I think I'd at least leave them injured enough that the trial'd be quick and easy for the rest of you.