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TDM #1


TEST DRIVE #1


So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics


SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?


SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:
  • A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
  • A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
  • A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
  • Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
  • Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
  • A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
  • An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
  • The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen
The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.


OOC DETAILS

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.


valkywhee: (15 - 07)

Nora Valkyrie | RWBY | BRACKETS ARE OKAY I JUST PLAN TO USE THIS AS A SAMPLE

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-05 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
d. NEED A HAND?

Nora does not, in fact, need a hand. After squinting at...whatever that is—someone's going to need to explain flat-pack furniture to her, probably while also assembling it to spare the rig whatever nonstandard and likely rickety monstrosity she'd construct after not bothering to refer to the instructions—she stacks the lot into a precarious pile, which she then hefts to waist height without even a huff. This creates the unanticipated problem that, being quite short, Nora can't see a thing over the tower of junk in front of her.

She sets off anyway, assuming, insofar as she considers the matter at all, that anyone coming will notice the ambulatory heap of imitation wood and ugly bed linens and avoid it, especially because it's humming tunelessly. Sadly, Nora has neglected to account for corners, and when she runs into the person coming in the other direction, she yelps and stumbles backwards, trying to keep the entire unsteady mess of furnishings and redhead from collapsing.

And fails. The lot of it comes crashing down on top of her, and she yelps again, this time with an indignant edge instead of the pain one would expect. Visible peeking out from beneath the debris are a shock of red hair, a pair of feet, and one extended hand lying limp on the floor. If any observers had been concerned, it proves misplaced, because something at the bottom of the mess is grumbling in annoyance rather than screaming for help.

"Darn it."

i. INTERIOR WRECKORATING (sort of)

Nora has discovered that a rampaging drinks machine trying to kill her with high-velocity cans means one thing: free soda! There's a minor fizzing issue, but that just means she has to exercise some caution when cracking the tab.

The corridor is sticky with high fructose corn syrup and there are dents in the walls, but Nora appears unharmed. And smug. She's sitting on the fallen corpse of her attacker, which she's pried open to access the prize within, drinking from a can of grape soda—well, purple soda, anyway—and kicking her heels against the side of the machine.

When someone whose battle isn't as far along pelts around the corner, Nora glances over, can still to her lips. She almost spits soda everywhere, not from surprise, but because it takes her a second to remember she has to swallow before she can talk.

"You want a hand with that?" she asks, not yet moving from her perch. None of these things present much of a threat, and some people get really touchy about implied insults to their competence.
Edited 2020-04-05 22:44 (UTC)
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing," Saturday says, kicking herself. So much for recon. "C'mon, I'll show you the way."

It does, actually, lead back to the mess hall. Eventually. If you take the long way around.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh sure." Saturday is happy to snag her sausages back. "Trust me, if you don't go up there knowing what you want, they'll give you whatever they're trying to offload. I don't even wanna know what's in that stew at this point. Dig in."

Saturday certainly is. And besides, something about this stranger is activating her primal need to feed people.
becauseimacoward: (32)

A

[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the elevator stops, Dojima sighs wearily. Just their luck the elevator chose to break, really]

We should have seen this coming.

[Far calmer than Phos, he pressed the button on the emergency intercomm and informed about the situation. He's blunt, doesn't beat around the bush, and finishes with a 'get us out of here as soon as possible'. He doesn't think they'll care, but hey, you never know. Once he's done, he turns to Phos]

Calm down, we'll be out soon.
somnioergosum: (You could see the madness in my eyes)

[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronan tensed and started to instinctively lean away. He had some issues with personal space. If you weren't his boyfriend, he really wanted it.

"Some of it. It's complicated." Far more complicated than 900 dollars should get anyone. "I chose the artist who'd tattoo a drunk 16 year old, no questions asked."

By all rights, Ronan should have gotten a tattoo that looked like shit. Of course, for all Stacia knew, the rest of it might be just that. Still, the quality of the work cast doubt on that assumption.

"It doesn't matter if I can see it or not. Everyone else can."
reydacted: (tfa17)

[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-05 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey is a little bit caught up in her own head, so Catra's voice takes her by surprise. Her chin juts up, and she jumps a little, looking ready to fight, her scavenger reflexes at work.

After a moment, she relaxes (or at least unclenches her fists).

"That looks like a heat discharge pipe, you're going to get burnt if you stay up there."

They might be ambiently warm right now, but Rey suspects they served largely the same purpose as they do on the ships she's explored. Water or another coolant will absorb high amounts of heat from engines and then these pipes will transport, extremely rapidly and unpredictably, the heated liquid away from all most sensitive mechanical parts.
purple_paradox: (Look to the Future)

Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saint-14," he replies, in between blocking volleys of staples being shot at them from a dozen rogue staplers just down the hallway. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance...?"

He gives Saturday an opportunity to introduce herself as another set of projectile staples plink uselessly against his shield.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: g

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems like it - there's a lot of metaplanes out there." She eyes the kid again. "You all right? Y'seem tense."
badbot: (HEY)

I

[personal profile] badbot 2020-04-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh good shot, blind-bot!"

Proto Man ducked that shot just in time, the prefatory flash of her cannon a decent enough warning. He saw the blonde hair and thought it was Roll for a moment, finally tricked out with real weapons alongside her brother. Geez! That could've seriously stung. Now he's almost reconsidering coming to this bot's rescue - but she's the first one he's seen that he can actually recognize as a bot, which is a weird relief. Otherwise it was just humans, humans everywhere. Ugh.

"You wanna see how it's really done?"

He levels his arm(ed) cannon at the conference table, charging up a full-power plasma blast. He'll figure out if she's a Wily bot or a Light bot later, but either way that table is gone. Blasted apart in an explosion of splinters.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saturday. Pleasure's all mine - " She whirls and cold-cocks a floor lamp as it comes up behind her, intent on tangling her in its cord. "How long you been working here?"
princesspower: (cat wants attention)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-05 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora bites back a retort. She is not about to get into a yelling match with Catra about this. They're both in the same boat right now anyway, right? So there's no point in making this harder than it has to be. And unlike Catra, her clothes actually fit.

She folds her arms, trying to figure out what she's going to say as she steps back toward the bench.

"Aside from being kidnapped to another dimension?"

She doesn't say again, although she sort of wants to.

"Just fine."

She steps over the bench and lays herself out, staring up at Catra for a long moment. Does she trust her? Maybe. She wants to. But there's a long history of Catra deliberately trying to hurt her.

"Are you going to actually spot or just laugh at me when I get pinned down?"
heterochrocatic: (023 » I hope we come up with a fail-safe)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Adora, how can you even ask me that?" Catra's smile turns sickly sweet. "Why would I ever let that happen to you?" They both know very well why Catra would do that, but really... this is for show, and Catra knows it. She doesn't have the energy to chase after Adora anymore. Try and needle her. Not when she's just... always been trying and failing to be something she isn't.

"Do your weights. Or don't. I'm not going to make you do anything," she says as she takes up position. "Though, I am a lot weaker than you, remember?" The same sing-song, teasing tones without any of the usual bite. Why is she doing this? Why is she still standing here? Why hasn't Adora just started yelling at her about Etheria or Horde Prime? Just get it over with is the main thought in Catra's head--she's expecting a lecture or something. So why hasn't it come?
likeits1999: (Default)

Kevin Ingstrom | Vampire: The Masquerade (OC)

[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-05 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If you wanna brackets with me that's also fine, I'll follow your lead if you do! ]

f/g) No Rest For the Weary/Blow Off Steam Combo
Kevin's awake, and it's honestly not all that weird for him. Being awake all day is the weird part for a vampire, and it's almost comfortable once the rig goes into lights-out. These are his hours, and things are calmer and quieter and less... He will just leave it at "less."

He's not tired, he's not hungry, and he's also lacking all the other things that usually fill his nights. No dog to look after, no skateboard to pour his energy into, no friends that might want to talk, no end-of-the-world-related problems. It's kind of spooky, and he has to find something to go do right now.

Luckily, it seems his ID will still open the training room door in the middle of the night. He explores it, feeling a spike of trespasser's excitement and wishing they hadn't took his skateboard because this place has options.

Soon enough, the long plexiglass window that shows off the facilities to the hall frames a teenaged boy finding new and interesting ways to climb and jump off of the equipment, especially the obstacle course. He's not approaching it in order or as a challenge, but finding different ways to find his way to the tops of things, and to flow back down off of them. He's fast, weirdly fast, and totally absorbed in what he's doing.

At last, peace.

k) Here's The Plan
Kevin's keeping his voice down as he peeks out into the hallway, watching the lumbering shape of the conference table. It's been patrolling along, even seeming to sniff around doors, but the Stuff doesn't seem to have successfully given the thing a sense of smell. Small mercies.

"So uh. I can totally outrun that thing. That is a thing we can def use to our advantage here."

m) Cleanup In Aisle Everything
Kevin's shoving a wide broom along the floor to pile up a bunch of copy paper that's been flung everywhere. Some of it bunches up, soaking up coffee, and he makes a stinkface at the ink smears he's finding along the tile underneath. This job sucks, but he wants to like. Not fuck up. That would be great.

"Dude do we have like, a bucket or something? And like a mop, this stuff's all sticky and shit."

He looks doubtfully over at the person closer to the cleaner cart, and steps out of a big ink smear. It's all over his shoes now and leaving treadmarks.

*) Wildcard Option
Bring your own prompt, run into Kevin somewhere!
Edited (I messed things up twice) 2020-04-05 22:57 (UTC)
becauseimacoward: (33)

Special Delivery

[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Carrying boxes of files isn't anything unusual for Dojima. Encountering a centaur doing the same is the unusual part right now, really. That said, looks like there's a security person getting in the way here. Without hesitation, Dojima approaches and talks to the guard:]

We don't have the clearance to stay for long, but we do have permission to deliver these files. If you'd like you or someone else from security could escort us -- it's important these boxes get to its destination.

[Got your back, centaur man. At least Dojima is somewhat more skilled at deescalation, although it's not really something he specializes at. As if to hint to Vic he should say the same, he glances at him]
heterochrocatic: (013 » That you're alone)

Re: g

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is there some reason I shouldn't be tense?" Catra replies, her expression turning even more sour as Saturday tries to pry into her emotional state. She doesn't need this. She doesn't need to have some stranger digging at her.
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: g

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday blinks laconically.

"All right, then. Seemed you might want company, since you came up to me and all."
becauseimacoward: (24)

A

[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"...what...?"

You have to be kidding him. What's this? Dojima examines the scanner, tapping it with a finger. He's not really in a smiling mood, but looks like they're not going to get much of a choice, are they.

Still, he's going to complain:

"Who thought this was a good idea?!"

It's incredibly patronizing!
heterochrocatic: (020 » I'll be your animal)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ugh. It's warm, though!" Catra protests, eyeing Rey suspiciously. This is probably a trick to try and get her to give up this prime hiding-and-sleeping spot. A lesson well-learned in her youth was not to trust anyone's motivations. Especially if there's something they want.

"What do you want, anyway?"
thewholeofthemoon: (Hoodie/Hiding)

[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-05 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He wouldn't cry. Had it been closer to the new moon, maybe that's how this encounter would have gone. Instead, he pulled himself up, teeth still bared because he hoped the pain didn't show as much.

"And why should I believe you?" he spat out. "It's convenient that nobody is left to be able to corroborate that."

He had to hold on to the anger, to his grief. To every scrap of knowledge he had to keep his own feelings at bay. Because the problem Remus had was that he had never stopped loving Sirius. Even knowing what the other boy, one of his oldest friends had done, his heart still stood traitor to him.
princesspower: (really?)

[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-05 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she could consider herself seasoned, honestly. Not like there was any alternative right now. No one else was stepping up and so she felt like she had to handle it - whether it really was her responsibility or not. She glanced up at the purple... person? Huh. Weird. At least they had a busted chair.

"OK. That's a start. Maybe we can use it as a shield? It's not like they can hit us with much - although really, we don't want to let them tangle us up, right?"
heterochrocatic: (035 » to this town again)

Re: 1-D

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra watches Saint-14 for a moment as he moves around with seeming cheer, his bulky form moving heavy things as easily as if they were made of air. He already reminds her of someone she knows when you combine the strength with the friendly demeanor and Catra can feel her guts twist up inside of her in a twinge of guilt. She tries to hide it by looking away and pretending to be very interested in the label of what it is she's about to move.

"...Yeah, I need help. I can't manage this one by myself," she says simply, gesturing to the pallet. "Grab the other end and we can move it my room?"
heterochrocatic: (030 » A few blocks from here)

Re: g

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just because I want company doesn't mean I want people asking stupid questions," Catra snaps reflexively. She glowers for a moment, then sinks into an unhappy sulk of sorts.

"Whatever."
valkywhee: (15 - 15)

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[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-05 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha! Let's swap that around.

[Nora's grin can't quite be described as "manic," but "gleeful" would be accurate. She stomps the nearest chair, forcing it to fold shut, and then kicks it up into her hands. Opening up with a wide, sweeping swing, she clears a swath in front of her, filling the air with a loud metallic clatter as folding chairs go flying. One that tries to flank her simply gets kicked clear across the room.]

Leave people's shins alone!

[So yeah, there's a redheaded girl so tiny even the smallest coverall Jorgmund had in stock has to be rolled at the ankles and wrists to approximate fitting her, and she's putting the fear of the Emperor (or something) into a pack of rogue chairs by beating them to scrap with one of their number.

And she's having a blast.]
Edited (perfectionism) 2020-04-05 23:48 (UTC)
wheyoftheadept: (Default)

Re: g

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where are you from' and 'how are you doing' are offensive questions in Etheria?" Saturday asks lightly, confident that if this is a mole, they're good enough that they've earned the victory.
becauseimacoward: (38)

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[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's tempting, he has to admit. Getting out of that elevator right now would be much better than having to wait until someone finally felt like coming to let them out. Still...could this be dangerous?

Dojima crosses his arms, looking up and down at the point where the doors join together.

"Try to open them just enough to see what's outside"

Better be careful, he thinks.