LPM Test Drive

[letsplayamod]

The Inaugural Let's Play A Murder Test Drive



Greetings, mortals.

I thank you for accepting my plea. From across universes, I have summoned you to aid me in bringing light back to this land. Here, though, in this small pocket, we are free to relax for the moment. Steel yourself, and meet with me soon.

There is much to discuss.

Welcome to the official test drive for Let's Play A Murder, an experimental murdergame! Characters will work together to unravel an oncoming threat that strikes each week with something new to tear them apart. For now, tag around with potential picks for the upcoming game and get a feel for that sweet sweet murder CR! If you have any questions, please DM lightdrizzel

Threads from this TDM (and others if you so choose) will count towards the RP sample of the applications.

1 - I hardly think I'm qualified
Wherever you were, whatever you were doing... you're not there anymore. Instead, you've awoken on an unfamiliar but very soft bed. The room is sparsely decorated, ornate carvings of heroic figures intermingle on the walls with hairline cracks. This place has seen better days, but, possibly, so have you.

There is a nightstand beside your bed, as naked as anything save for an envelope sealed in wax. Inside is a letter written in a careful hand, welcoming you to this place; a safe area, free of those that would cause harm. Your host had to step away briefly, but she will return. In the meanwhile, she expects everyone to obey the rules of this place.

Included in the envelope was a small bronze key - to your room, no doubt. And luck - it unlocks your door. You're free to venture out into a semicircle of these homes you've found yourself in. And you're not alone, either.

Perhaps you should say hello to your new neighbors.

2 - To come across all sanctified
You've all become acquainted with each other, and met with your gracious benefactor. She had to dip out again, but has left you all with a veritable island paradise to explore. In the center pantheon, large profiles of each of you have been cast in the stone walls, details of your life chiseled beneath them in perhaps too much detail. Along with a set of rules cast on a bronze plaque. Seems straightforward enough.

Beyond that, it seems whatever information you'll gain will only be found by your own hand. You have the free time now, and it's a beautiful day outside. There's plenty to explore among the towering obelisks and half-standing temples. Just avoid trying to leave the edge of the island - a golden barrier will very rudely smack you in the face.

Feel free to make up locations for this. The island is anachronistic with all the amnesties of a modern home.


3 - I just don't cut it with the cherubim
Purple clown? What? None of that here. But once you've found out where to leave those tribute coins you've 'earned' there's a small pile of items waiting outside your door. Some of which you might even recognize from home.

Or perhaps you've been given twenty wooden cut-outs of... who the heck is this guy.


4 - There again they're on their knees
Training exercises! In order to discern your godly nature, what better way to start than a good, very old-fashioned obstacle course.

Balance across the beams, avoid getting beaned in the head by a swinging bat. Swing from a rope. Or, if you're really feeling up to a challenge, pick up a sword and meet someone's steel with steel.

Or you can sit back and prepare medical supplies. Someone's definitely going to get hurt.


5 - Being worshiped is a breeze
The sky darkens. Lightning overtakes the calm summers day. It's not long before the whole area is under attack.

From the very earth itself, monsters crawl from the ground; undead hands clutching rusted swords and shields. Digging themselves from their graves so that they can put you in yours. Somewhere, distantly, your mentor yells to take up arms, and is already lost in her own fray.

It's up to you to defend yourself, or to defend others. There's no honor in running away, but if you need to survive, it's not like anyone would blame you.


6 - Which rather suits us in the interim
Congrats! You've survived the onslaught. But even as the sky clears, an ultimatum has been passed down from on high; if one of your group isn't slain by the end of the week, then the world you belong to will be destroyed.

Surely, nothing would actually be able to accomplish that, but that faint hope doesn't remove the tension from the air.


7 - Oh my god
Seems that someone didn't want to take the chance.

One of your fellows has met with a gruesome end, and if up to you and everyone else to play detective and figure out just who did it. The hourglass is running out. Just try not to trip over any evidence.


8 - It's tough to be a god
Investigation’s done, it’s time for a trial! Perhaps you nailed it and someone's already confessing to their crimes. Perhaps you've been running around in circles, looking for anything that could move the trial forward. Maybe you all just decided to strip down, even if it wasn't necessary. Whatever the case, tensions are still high. Not just because you have to point out a culprit... but you have to lay down punishment for them too.

Majority vote decides, of course. This is a democracy, after all, but you can still waste time dithering on what to do next.

Comments

Quark | Star Trek: Deep Space 9

[latinumsbetter]

II
Well, I suppose this isn't too bad, as far as "waking up in unfamiliar places" goes.

[After All Of That, Quark is standing in front of the rules, an amused smirk curling the corner of his mouth, his arms folded over his chest.]

I mean, if they're recruiting people for godhood, I'm not surprised they'd choose me. [his hands shift, grasping the hem of his coat and tugging it into place, looking quite proud of himself. He turns that smirk on whomever is nearby.]

Naturally, you'd want a guy lobes like mine for that kinda job. [he gestures to his particularly prominant ears] These beauties here are all business.


III
[Whatever the most "common area" kind of place this island has, one might come to find that there are twenty wooden cut-outs, all grouped together in the middle, clearly visible. Quark stands in front of them, looking eager and excited and, once he's spotted someone (or someones), he calls out:]

Come and take a look! Get 'em while they're hot, fellow Seekers! [he spreads his arms, a wide, sharp-toothed grin on his face] Now, for only a short time, you can get a hyu-mon of your very own. Made of all natural wood, and very sturdy. [he raps on the standee's chest with his knuckles]

Nothing better to have in your room at night! [his eyes widen as does his grin, getting into his sales pitch] It can be used as a decoy, a deterant against anyone breaking in to your room. It can be used as a bench, when placed horizontal over two boxes, or even a table, if you combine two of them. Need somewhere to hang up your coats or display a special hat? It's a perfect display! It can even be useful in an emergency. It never hurts to have spare fire wood around, after all!

[he claps his hands, rubbing them together, leaning in towards whatever hapless person he's acosted]

So, how many can I put you down for?


VII [cw: blood, gore, disembowelment]
[Somewhere, out in the garden, there's a body. The pool of red seeps into the grass still, spreading from the large, gaping wound in the corpse's abdomen. It seems that a certain Berserker won't be ascending to godhood this time around.

Unfortunately for said Berserker, he wasn't just found by anyone, he'd been found by Quark. The ferengi had stumbled across the body, to his own great surprise, seeing as this is exactly what he was trying to avoid by coming here. Upon spotting the corpse, Quark had stumbled back, tumbling as his foot caught on one of the stones in the pathway. Which is why he's now on the ground, scrambling back away from the crime scene, screaming his head off.]

iii

[grandtheftaqua]

[It isn't the most... enthusiastic customer today. Lapis is giving the standees the most unimpressed look, before poking one.]

...Are people actually buying these?

[latinumsbetter]

[Lapis's lack of enthusiasm seems to do absolutely nothing to dampen Quark's abundance of it.]

So fast I can barely keep 'em in stock! In fact, [and now he lowers his voice a bit, conspiratorial as he leans towards her] if you'd like to get in before the rest of the rush starts up, I'd be happy to cut a pretty thing like you a deal.

icon mule time--

[lazulaze]

Lucky me. I get a premium deal on garbage.

[Everything's coming up Lapis.]

[latinumsbetter]

Garbage? [Quark draws back, looking afronted, hand pressed to his chest]

Madam, I assure you, I carry only the finest of merchandise! Why, I've checked every single one of these myself to ensure their quality.

[lazulaze]

Yeah? Every single one?

[She's patting one. Man. She wants to knock all these over so bad--]

We all have way too much time on our hands here.

[latinumsbetter]

Of course I checked every single one! [he huffs, waving her hand off the merchandise] And time spent ensuring quality for my customers is never time wasted. Which I'm sure you'd quickly see if you were to purchase one of these fine wooden hyu-mons.

iii - yeah i'm sending both my depressed blue bitches to the same prompt what OF it

[murchada]

[as if the presence of aliens hasn't been-- well, okay, not the weirdest thing, but it's been weird ENOUGH without one trying to sell her things.

let alone merchandise like... this.]

...So, is this meant to be a joke, or...

gimme your tired your poor your huddled masses yearning to breathe free & your depressed blue girls*

[latinumsbetter]

A joke? [Quark draws back, mouth opening as if in insult] I assure you, these hyu-mon wooden statues are no joke. In fact, where they're from, they're a prized possession! They're so versatile, one cannot help but see the value in owning at least two.

[murchada]

A little flat to really count as a statue...

[...Does she count as a 2D girl herself, technically--? Ah, wait, let's not go down that road.]

Wait, what are you even charging...? I haven't seen any shops around.

[latinumsbetter]

Flat statues are very in vogue right now. The flatter the better! Artists across the galaxy have been making their statues flat and smooth for months now, and they're very popular.

[as for that question, Quark dips his hand into the inside of his jacket, pulling out one of the coins used to acquire the exact same merchandise]

Why, only what I paid for them myself, of course! Along with a small fee for handling and processing. But with a bulk discount, they are an absolute steal.

[murchada]

Handling and--

[...]

You mean, carrying it over here.

[latinumsbetter]

Not just carrying it over here! [he looks a bit huffy] I also ensured the merchandise was new, clean, and of marketable quality, cleared it of any hazards, and stocked it in a way to make it available for purchase. Not to mention determining a fair price! That's what handling and processing means, after all.

[murchada]

[wow. it's almost convincing.

almost, but hey.]

...Do you even know who this guy is?

[latinumsbetter]

Certainly a well-respected, visionary of his time! A true scholar! Quite loved and revered where he's from.

iii

[brokenhabit]

[ …

This probably counts as sacrilege on some level right. Right? So it’s most definitely NOT funny, right? Right?????????

……… ]

You should also mention what great step stools they make, Mr. Quark.

[ Nah actually, it’s pretty funny. ]

[latinumsbetter]

[That makes Quark pause in his sales pitch, blinking once, before he brightens]

You're absolutely right! [his smile, already in place, widens] Pretty handy to help people like us reach that top shelf, huh?

[brokenhabit]

It certainly is. My, you might even be able to use it to knock what you need off the shelf as well.

[latinumsbetter]

Indeed one could! As long as it's not breakable, of course.

[he grins, something of a rogue-ish glint to his smile] You've got some pretty interesting ideas in that head of yours, Lebkuchen. What else you got?

[brokenhabit]

You think so? [ She giggles. (Ah, when was the last time she did that...?) ]

Unfortunately, I'm afraid only the first two are free, Mr. Quark.

[latinumsbetter]

Only the first two? [Quark arches an eyebrow at her] What, like one of "free samples" I've heard about, that hyu-mons like so much?

[brokenhabit]

Something like that, yes.

It’s just good for business, as granny would say.

[ Would say while the two of them also gave Elise free food every day but that’s another matter. ]

[latinumsbetter]

Would she now? Your granny's interested in business?

iii (I am a SHEEP)

[yourheroine]

...is this your type, Quark? Why do you have so many cut-outs of this man?

[Aoi stares down one of the Kirei cut-outs. He looks...oddly familiar. Not in a way where Aoi has actually seen him, but...in a cosmic sort of meta way.

c-c-combo breaker (VII)

[psychonductor]

[Crito, summoned by the loud screaming, totters into the garden. Surveying the scene, they look down at Quark. As someone that’s about five foot, it’s one of the rare instances they ever get to look down at anyone.

Their reaction is nonplussed.]

What’s the commotion?