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Welcome to The Lottery’s test drive meme! Before we get to the prompts, here are a few things to note:
Though you may only have ONE active character per round, you are free to play as many characters you wish on the TDM. Later, you will have the opportunity to bench characters if you want to try another, but only after you’ve been accepted.
Please be sure to thoroughly look through our FAQ so that you have a good understanding of the game’s mechanics. Also be sure to browse the information provided on both The Attribution Study and Shiroiwa for a better idea of the setting.
The date for the next round of Reserves is: February 29th
The number of currently available character slots is: 25
Important Note: A thread of 9 comments in the TDM (with at least 5 comments from your character) will count towards both sample requirements in the application. Consider this a special bonus for getting your feet wet in our community!
If your thread does not reach the required amount of comments, it may still be used as the In-World Sample in your application.
Flashback/Background threads in the TDM may be reposted to Shiroiwa Academy’s Community if both players were accepted into the game.
Provided below are some sample scenarios, but please feel free to plot and play whatever you’d like!
Sample Scenarios:
Sample 1:
You’ve just transferred to one of the three grade levels in Shiroiwa Academy and have yet to make any friends. Sure, people showed you around, but nothing has quite stuck yet. So as the lunch bell goes off, you pull out your bento and prepare to eat alone when another student saddles up beside you. Perhaps they’re being friendly or perhaps they simply want to mooch off of your food. Whatever the reasoning, you’re now stuck in some form of communication whether you like it or not.
Sample 2:
Everyone just loves partner projects, don’t they? Your teacher has randomly assigned you a partner, and now you both must come up with a presentation to show the class. Are you the type who does all the work? Do you push for fair exchange? Or perhaps you have no plans to do any work at all. Whichever it is, your partner is now moving their stuff to sit at the desk next to you. Better gather your might and prepare to weather the oncoming storm…
Sample 3:
It’s March 14, 20XX. You have been kidnapped and taken to the island, given your randomized duffle bag, and are now either desperately seeking shelter or methodically preparing to hunt down your weaker classmates. Whatever it is, you stumble upon another student - whether you know them well or not doesn’t matter. The rules have already been made clear to both of you - only one person gets to win. You need to either escape, kill, or attempt to make a truce with this classmate. What will you do?
Sample 4:
Your weapon broke. Perhaps it snapped as you embedded it into the skull of one of your classmates, or perhaps it was simply a stroke of bad luck. You return to the hideout you created for yourself, seeking a weapon you’d taken from a fallen student. But as you near the space, you realize something is off. There is some telltale sign that another has been here… Are they still around? Will you investigate? What if your stockpile has been pilfered by another student?
Katsura Kotarou | Gintama
[Having a student suddenly slide up to anyone had to be off-putting for even the friendliest of people. Most people would ask “is this seat taken,” or give some kind of courtesy wave before invading someone's personal bubble. It was one of those unspoken rules of high school.
However, when this student slips into the seat next to you, it's with no pretext or warning. Or hardly any style.
Katsura Kotarou more or less slides into the seat out of nowhere (was he on the ground previously? no one knows), wearing what seems to be a red afro stolen from the theater department...and a completely mismatched mustache that was gently sliding off his face. All with a completely serious face.
His eyes dart around the room before he looks at his new table-mate, putting a finger to his lips in a shushing motion like he was somehow hidden from anyone.]
[Two]
[A group project?
Despite his usual shenanigans that had landed him with a list of offenses on his permanent record that were more ridiculous and outlandish than most schools had ever seen—Katsura was one of the more studious among his peers. Homework was always completed in a thorough and accurate manner, so if one could stomach the more unusual of his quirks that came with his wandering imagination and a fair dose of boredom, then working with him on a group project couldn't be the worst outcome.
He's calmly walked over to his partners desk, a notebook an a few folders in his hands, and offers his hand. A project on your favorite movie and the social reaction to it should be fairly harmless, right?]
Let's get along and work together.
[Three]
[If there was one thing Katsura had become extremely skilled at in his numerous run ins with the disciplinary committee at school, it was the art of running away.
He spared no time in slipping away from the dilapidated school after the video had explained his new reality, rummaging through his duffle bag on the way out. A jutte seemed to be his weapon—which suited his needs well enough. Not the best offense, but a good enough defense if he was to find someone face to face...which wouldn't be any time soon, if he could help it.
Jutte in his teeth, Katsura tied his long hair back with the rope he unwound from the handle as he headed deeper into the forest that had been right outside the school. Hopefully, hopefully he could find some kind of shelter so he could have the time and relative security to plan...oh no.
His teeth gritted against the metal of his weapon as his roaming eye caught those of a student on the other side of the trees, not 100 feet away from him. Katsura's first instinct was to stop in his tracks—but he fought against this. Instead he slowed his pace slightly as he watched the other warily, removing his weapon from his mouth. He didn't want to fight, not right now...
...but he wasn't sure if the other student would feel the same way.]
[Open!]
[Whatever you want!]
[WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU SAY...]
Today was 'free swim.' A day to get use to the water before they began their unit. It was a fun, relaxing take on the hour...
Or it would have been for those who knew how to swim. But instead Gintoki has been frozen here for the past ten minutes simply staring down into the water as if death had come for him in the form of 8 foot depths. He blinks slowly before awkwardly glancing around to make sure no one had taken notice to just how out of place he was. His mouth is drawn into a thin line and only one thing is on his mind...
How.
How was he going to get out of this? Maybe he could dislocate his own arm. Ah, yes! Then he would have a cool cast to sign and be out for the few weeks the unit required...! His hand twitches at the thought...
He's going to go through with it in about thirty seconds if someone doesn't step in.]
no subject
He had been swimming a lazy backstroke for one of his laps, arms making slow rotations as his gaze was glued to the ceiling...when he noticed a mess of very dry, very curly white hair at the side of the pool.
Ah, yes. Gintoki couldn't swim, could he?
Katsura flipped over to his stomach, gliding to the side of the pool and resting his arms on the edge as he looked up to his friend.]
Is the water too cold for you, Gintoki?
no subject
Didn't he understand? Didn't he see?! Any moment was a danger! A hazard!
Why would anyone want to make peace with a watery grave?!
But the other's words are precisely what prevents Gintoki from harming himself. His hand lingers, as if he still considers the act in front of his friend... but then his grip loosens and he lowers his limb guiltily.]
Ah? Yeah. Besides, you know, it's sort of that time of month. That time of month that makes it really hard to want to get in the water. You know...
[...Like a period?!
Is he talking about a period right now?! Does he really not want to swim that badly?!]
no subject
[It was almost as if...he was following along with Gintoki's story. Was he serious? Did he know what Gintoki was implying by "that time of the month"? Did he care? It was always an enigma with Katsura. His blank expression, only changed by the removal of his swim cap and the brushing of his wet bangs from his forehead, did nothing to shed light on his motivations.]
If you would like, I could escort you to inform the teacher of your predicament, since it seems like you are shying away from informing them yourself.
[Was he fucking with him? Katsura pulled and hoisted himself out of the water, walking past Gintoki and raising his hand with all intent and purpose to inform the whole classes of his friend's "situation".]
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And then...
Ah. He got up-
And was going to be an absolutely idiot...! Gintoki's initial response was to smile, though his secondary - more inherent response was to ball up his fist and clock Zura in the shoulder as he stood.]
Ah, you're getting out to help me, Zura? [Gintoki hisses, as if threatening the other if he continued with his "alert" to the entire class.]
no subject
It's not Zura. And yes, I am going to help you. You haven't been able to talk to the teacher yourself, and we only have 40 minutes of class left for you to inform them that you'll be indisposed for the rest of this week.
[And with this he turns away from Gintoki, another tentative step to the front deck of the pool area as he sucked in air to release a powerful--]
Teacher!
[The words left his mouth, hanging like a threat.]
no subject
He's starting to sweat, what with the threat of getting the teacher involved. He didn't want to have to admit that he couldn't....
So he puts a heavy arm around the other's shoulders, pulling him downward a bit.]
AH ZURA.... maybe you could help me get in the water, ne? How about. We just take it slow. Perhaps if I take it slow...
no subject
It's Katsura. And you want my help getting in the water? What about "that time of the month" and everything?
[But the other arm finally comes and crosses over his chest, and Katsura's ducked out of the other's grip to turn and face him.]
You could've just asked for my help in the first place.
[You should've just asked for his help in the first place. At least a smile is now on his face, nodding a bit to himself as if confirming something.]
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Besides, he's still sweating the possibility of his inability to swim being outed before the class. So he swallows as the other turns and faces him with a smile.
A smile...
Gintoki is looking it over. Can he trust this smile? Zura.. Zura wouldn't let him down in this moment, right? Right??]
Ah.
Well.
I may just be able to fight that time of the month if I take it slow. My body just might be able to withstand it with some guidance. So ah. you've got an idea on how to help?
no subject
[With this, Katsura is pushing Gintoki towards the shallow end, not giving the boy time to protest or resist. They didn't have much time of gym left for all this hesitation.
He's even kind enough to stop his pushing at the ladder that leads into the water, though Katsura himself just slides in from the edge. He looks up at his friend.]
It'll be cold, but you're body will get used to it. I'll teach you how to swim on this end. That's why you've been hesitating, isn't it?
[An his voice is low, actually trying to help keep Gintoki's secret secret?]
. two
Meat was over priced. Traffic lights were too long or not long enough. And, among all of these absolutely comparable things, Takasugi's grades weren't terrible.
What a disgusting world.
He didn't take care to diligently complete his assignments like Katsura did, nor did he give any regard to lectures. It simply turned out that he'd come to just enough classes, turned in just enough work, to not be suffering in need of a passing grade.
So there was no way in hell he was doing this project. That was decided before his partner was even assigned, and upon hearing that he'd been paired with Katsura, his decision was set in stone.
He'd stare at Katsura's hand with a dull look of boredom.] Seriously, Zura? [You don't actually expect him to WORK, do you?]
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[Of course he was completely serious. Katsura kept his hand extended, even to the teen that he had known long enough to realize that it was a gesture offered in vain. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your current perspective) Katsura had a far bit of determination--and a hell of a lot of endurance, so the hand remained unshakably offered.]
Talk of favorite movies always gets people's hearts riled. So this handshake symbolizes our agreement to handle this situation like men.
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Right sure.]
Who said we wanted to get this project done? [A bit of a coy smile.] If I'm going to be riling someone up, it's not going to be with movies. [He'd rather stir their inner demons, wake them and let them run rampant-
But in lieu of that, he'd stand, giving that hand one final look of condescension before making to leave the classroom.]
no subject
Hand still extended, of course.]
We want to get this project done because it's a good portion of our grade, as well as a way to educate our fellow students about the merits of a piece of cinematic history. So, what is your favorite movie, Takasugi?
[This was not going to be a fight so easily won by simply walking away.]
one!
[really, they're all so rambunctious (you're included, and he knows that)]
[there's no direct inquiry as to what he's doing, why he looks like that, or just how evolved his very unique brand of dementia is]
[all that happens is the raise of two gently parted chopsticks]
[right at katsura's face]
[which pinch down on the corner of that falling mustache and proceed to right it upon his upper lip, face as blank as can be]
[there.]
Hello, Katsura-Dono.
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Ah, yes. Thank you.
[The afro is also readjusted--if the mustache was unkempt, then it would only be logical that the wig would have followed suit--and another shushing motion is made with his fingers.]
You haven't seen the disciplinary committee have you? [Despite all his shushing he makes no effort to whisper, though his eyes do make a quick scan across the cafeteria area.]
Lets go for 3!
Not that he was completely unprepared himself. At his side was a moderately sized Viking Sword, although he didn't seem to be handling it properly at all. Despite growing up with a pretty gung-ho family, he never really considered himself much of a fighter.
Maybe that was why, despite the eye contact, despite the stillness that came over both of them, he suddenly found himself turning his head away, singing out to himself despite the shakiness in his voice.]
Ahah! Don't see nothing! Nope! Don't see anything at all! Nothing weird going on in these parts!
[He glanced back quickly, making eye contact once more.]
That's what y'want to happen here.... Right?
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His eyes broke the held gaze just long enough to scan the area--making sure that there wasn't someone else that he would have to deal with as well. But his eyes were back on the other's soon enough.]
I sure haven't seen anything. Nothing weird at all. Just myself and the woods...like you wanted.
[His voice was loud enough to carry across the distance, but not loud enough to alert the whole forest of their whereabouts. He had stopped for now, but the jutte was still very much gripped in his hand.]
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Right... Nothing here but us trees.
[But still... The way Katsura was holding his weapon.]
You haven't done it yet... Have you? I mean, using that on.... a person.
[His voice went extremely hushed upon muttering those last two words. As if saying it any louder would jynx his own fate.]