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letsplayamurder2025-06-09 03:00 am
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LPM 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
Threads from this TDM (and others if you so choose) will count towards the RP sample of the applications.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Mutsumi "Mortis" Wakaba | Ave Mujica -The Die is Cast-
[who thought it was a good idea to let this Literal Child become a god
Ahem. Let's try this again. To most of the first day, one of the prospective gods might seem more like a fleeting ghost- or a doll. They'll see her sitting on benches, staring out into blank space, or mechanically supping on nectar and ambrosia like it's bland porridge. Any attempt at conversation is met with flinching and casting aside her gaze.
But as night falls, Mutsumi discovers a treasure in her house, and everything changes. The sound of an electric guitar, each chord carefully measured out and applied with the precision of a machine, echoes through the dusk, leading back to the young godling's house. The door's been left open, framing Mutsumi like a portrait as she strums, something like a smile on her face.]
iii.
[Outside of Mutsumi's door is a giant pile of plushies. Wait... is something MOVING inside of them? It looks almost like it's breathing, oh god-
A hand erupts from the top of the mountain, flailing around, accompanied by a muffled,] Help...
iv.
[Mutsumi isn't a fighter. Or an athlete, particularly. But... if everyone else is trying her best, then maybe... just maybe-
oh no whoops there she goes falling FACE-FIRST off the agility course in five seconds
The cushioning of the training room does little to comfort her.]
Ow.
IV
[Oof. What a spectacular wipeout. Ranma breaks from his acrobatics and stretching to perch right where Mutsumi was before her spill. Clearly someone needs to be shown the ropes on how to actually be athletic. He speaks with complete blithe:]
Y'know, I think you'd be more successful if you try landin' with your feet and not your face.
[Wonderful advice Ranma...]
Re: IV
My feet are harder to move than my face when I'm midair, though.
[She still hasn't from her position face planted on the ground.]
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[Girl. Girl plz.]
It's not that hard to keep your head up.
[He hops down to her side and just. Plucks her off the floor by the shoulder like he's scruffing a kitty. A kitty that doesn't know how to land on its feet.]
Not everybody gets it the first time, besides me obviously. [He's. Gonna conveniently omit any mention of the parts of his childhood training where he flubs the exercise hard and had to spend several weeks recuperating. Pat pat her shoulder.] You'll get there eventually with enough practice and luck. Maybe.
[Believe it or not he's actually trying to be supportive here. Y-yes really]
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Mutsumi just... stares at Ranma for several seconds, before she pumps her fists unconvincingly and flatly says,] I'll do my best.
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[Woah there, let's not show too much enthusiasm now...]
That's the spirit! [Cheerfully giving her thumbs up, making up for her own lack of energy.] For someone who hadn't trained, you weren't that bad. All you gotta do is keep movin' and be aware of your surroundings.
iv
[ Surprising perhaps no one, Ai's more or less the first to react - most of her Fretting Energy since they got here has been channeled into fussing over everyone else but particularly Mutsumi. In any case, up she comes - Ai offers a hand and gently pulls her back up onto her feet. ]
Jeez, you really went down with a bang! You okay? You'd think they'd put down more safety matting...
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Thank you, Hoshino-san. I'll be fine... I'm used to this by now.
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[ Which sounds, to put it bluntly, like a load of hogwash coming from the woman who was just prancing through the obstacle course but she says it so bright and breezy that it's somehow hard to argue. ]
Do you want some tips? Our dance teachers were pretty good at getting us all fit and ready to move.
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[Breezing right over all the implications of that statement, Mutsumi looks up at Ai with big doe eyes in a way that could be construed as interest, maybe.]
You dance?
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I sure do! I wouldn't be much good as an idol if I couldn't.
[ Seemingly satisfied that she's subjected Mutsumi to enough fussing, Ai finally steps back to give her a little space and pops her best, sunniest smile. ]
Is dancing more your thing than the balance beam, you think?
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In response to Ai's question, Mutsumi does a perfect little pirouette and lean, right out of a 30-minute junior ballet TV special. Like one of those dolls in a music box.]
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[ Ai gives her a polite little round of applause. pachipachipachi. Coming from anyone else, it might seem a little patronizing but Ai somehow makes it seem entirely sincere. ]
You know, you're pretty graceful when you've got both feet on the ground, Mutsumi-chan. I bet we could figure out another way for you to clear all this stuff if you want.
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Still... I'll follow your lead, Ai-san. [Oh no. She's looking at you with such solemn sincerity, Ai. Don't mess this up!!!]
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Hm... well, expecting to stumble is a big part of it. This is probably gonna sound silly, but if you're thinking really hard about not tripping, it makes it way more likely that it'll happen. You have to do your best not to focus as much on what your feet are doing.
III
You're quite lucky. With the sorts of items that have been gifted to us, you might've been hurt.
shaking mutsumi and begging her to use her words
...what was dumped on your head, then?
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Nothing fell on me. But I've received a gift as well.
[With only the slightest twitch of her hand, the golden threads that often appear and disappear around Aglaea, that Mutsumi is sure to have seen by now, manifest and solidify, curling together and glowing until a form hovers behind her. What seems to be a headless dressmaker's mannequin, clad in the same white and gold as Aglaea, one arm folded behind it and one arm folded in front.
The mannequin bows to Mutsumi, straightens, and hovers still behind Aglaea.]
... I'm still not entirely sure how our captors managed to get a hold of one of my Garmentmakers, but it certainly would have been troubling had it toppled down onto some poor unknowing soul.