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15strangers2023-06-09 03:43 pm
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[The first sensation you feel is a headache. It's brief, slicing, sharp. It passes soon after you wake up, but it is there nevertheless, and the pain is not easily forgotten. Perhaps your eyes also blur as if roused from a deep sleep; perhaps your tongue also feels off, like you swallowed a bug. It's not pleasant.
More unpleasant, though, is the second sensation that dawns on you all-this is not your bed. This, in fact, is unrecognizable. It is not anywhere you recall coming to, willingly or otherwise. It's a room with a bunk, and there is a strange smell in the air that is hard to ignore.
No, you are no longer home. Any possessions you may have had on you are gone, save your clothing and a strange watch you can't get off, no matter how hard you try. And when you run into the hallway, well-you might find yourself running into others who might be just as confused and scared as you are as the area around you slowly sways, up and down, left and right.
What is this place? Why are you here? Who are all these other people?
What is going on?]
IMPORTANT
CYAN:
Hubert
Aoi
Hermes
Brain
Alastor
Moriarty
YELLOW:
Keith
Power
Ritsu
Gai
Val
Kaito
John
MAGENTA:
Makima
Anya
Kira
Roland
Akane
Zack
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Anyone who's around bunks 9 and 18 will find this person stumbling out of that room, swaying a little bit as he holds his head and walks around the hallway.]
Hi, um...do you have any aspirin? And...do you know where I am?
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[Alright, so Kaito may have just barely gotten his barings, but he's still inclined to look after the other guy first. He keeps an eye on him to make sure he doesn't fall. He doesn't feel the best himself, but that doesn't matter, he has to make sure everyone else is okay first.]
One, I don't. And two, uh...I don't, too. I've got no idea where this is. Sorry.
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You alright?
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Not really. Supposedly this is the Gigantic, but that doesn't tell us very much that's useful.
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- he pauses, looking around.
It's a long while before he comes out. His mind is processing where he is, where he's not. What he's lost. That time is spent reading the note (on a ship then?) and investigating the screen and his... watch? Is it a watch? He frowns deeply at the blue.
But eventually, he comes out of Bunk 16, a tall Dracula-looking motherfucker who looks way too calm considering the circumstances.
He moves with intent, going from one end of the ship to the other, stopping at each point of interest and eyeing it, as if filing it away somewhere in his mind. Filling in the mental map. He doesn't stop to talk to anyone, but try your luck, you might be able to get his attention!
Eventually, though he settles... in the kitchen and is... brewing coffee. At least this ship carries quality, even if it's packaged strangely. He stares at the automatic drip for a moment then goes for a kettle instead, filtering it with cheesecloth. And... going through some of the poisons while his water heats. Looking... amused???]
kitchen
Hey, what'cha lookin' at?
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kitchen because i'm unimaginative
[ Aoi stumbles in, looking like he's had a hard time waking up, and is possibly suffering a headache. Yeah, so he drank too much last night. ]
Can I have some of that?
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Kitchen
Once at the microwave, he reaches out for it, stopping his hand just before he touches it and frowning, jaws clenching and lips pursing as he focuses on it very intently...before making a frustrated noise and turning away from it and targeting the automatic drip that Hubert abandoned next, proding it with a finger and looking even more frustrated when it does nothing but beep at him.]
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I can't believe this is just the tdm part two | Kitchen
He caught the stare, though.]
Not too familiar with an automatic coffee maker, I presume?
[Also he's boiling a pot of eggs if you want some]
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Near bunk 16
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[His throat is dry. It's dry and it itches, which isn't an unusual sensation, but one he's gotten annoyingly used to in the past few weeks. He coughs, sitting up--but no blood comes out of his mouth. Weird. Kaito grumbles to himself - maybe I've gotten lucky - and steps out into the hallway. He looks around, and walks forward--and that's when he runs into someone else.]
Whoa--sorry. Hey, do you know what's--
[That's not a familiar person is his immediate thought upon seeing them.]
...going on...?
[jinkies, scoob, where the fuck are we]
watch
[He's assuming that this is a watch, now that he's standing off to the side, but it looks like it's....weird. An unknown yellow number. What's it counting? What's it for? That can't be, like, the time...? He shakes his wrist--nothing. He taps at it - nothing, again.
He pauses, staring at it suspiciously.
Well, he can't, like, turn it off and turn it back on again. Also, why does he have it in the first place? What?
He huffs. Okay.]
wild card
[Hit me up on Discord at osomatsumatsuno or just toss something at me.]
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[Hermes lifts up one of his front legs in order to show off the matching watch. He falters a little, looking a little playfully exasperated.]
I don't really need a watch, though...
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Awakening
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[ The quiet unease of the ship lasts for all of a few minutes before, possibly like a depth charge, the walls pulse. Of course, the closer to Bunk 7, the stronger it is. Sorry about your terrible luck, Hubert. ]
hhaaAAAAAHHHH!!
halls;
[ A small, blonde woman with red horns and a baggy hoodie over shorts can be seen somewhat later charging down the hall. She points when she spots your character. ]
You!
[ It's very much giving an accusing sort of aggressive energy. Long hair swinging behind her, Power bee-lines towards her next victim. ]
1/2
ME?!
[he's almost frightened, but--]
2/2
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[Ritsu has no meter by which to process pain. She does have one for sound, though, so she knows that the moan she hears means pain, which means someone nearby is hurting. Teenage male likely. She opens her eyes--
That's new. She doesn't have eyes. Of course she knows the effect, from videos that try and reproduce it, but activating her camera is hardly the same thing. There's a lot of other data she doesn't know how to process, but as she moves what must be her head she realizes - it must be tactile. Olfactory. Whatever has become of her, it's so much data at once she can only shut her eyes to slow down the stream of new information. She hears another moan.]
What...is this...?
[...that voice. Who is that voice? Is that her?!]
[Ash and dust]
[Well. Ritsu has made it out of the room she started in. She has not made it far down the hall. It turns out knowing biology and physics is no preparation whatsoever for having to move in a physical body in a real space.
This zig-zagging hall is no help, as the teenage boy takes a single step and is suddenly five steps away - or would be if the wall didn't come sooner. WHAM!!]
[Breathing in the chemicals]
[She has reached stairs. Stairs. When she already doesn't know how to move well. So...nope! Nope, we are not doing this right now, thank you, she kind of wants to cry a lot.
So near, though not in front of, the foot of the stairs on E Deck, there is a teenage boy just. Lying on the floor. Making unhappy noises. It's probably fine.]
chemicals
[Aaaand this guy nearly trips over Ritsu as he tries to navigate his way through the area. He takes one look down, and-]
Huh!?
He immediately bends down to try and help.]
H-hey, hey there mate, are you ok? What happened?
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ash and dust
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chemicals / time for kira to make an ass of himself
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[Hermes exits sleep mode, his screenface flashing on. His first thought underneath those few seconds of bleariness is he didn't remember entering sleep mode. He doesn't remember this room at all. This isn't even the tutorial... Hermes thinks. He looks around, seeing no screens to the outside Player. This is so bizarre. Is this some form of punishment? Did everyone else really find out about what he just did already...?
All these thoughts are ground to a halt when he lays his eyes upon Aoi and he just freezes, blinking a few times.]
[All is silent. He's staring for a very long moment.]
[And then...]
...Are you a human?
Hallway
[After that talk, Hermes rushes as fast as he can out of the room to explore. He immediately crashes into the wall opposite the door and crashes back-first onto the ground, looking incredibly confused.]
THat's... Not supposed to work that way... ThisIsSuperWeird...
waking up
[ Aoi stares back at him. He's a little perplexed by Hermes'... entire... thing... but he does a pretty good job of hiding it. Of couse, the fact he hasn't quite hid it is a mask in itself. A mask in a mask in - anyway. ]
What else would I be?
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[When Akane comes to her senses from her position in the top bunk, she will see a slightly older woman sitting on the bottom bunk. The woman has her back very straight, hands tightly gripping the mattress, and seems to be almost literally trying to glare a hole into the wall with her eyes, golden and marred with thin red rings. The better for focusing on her target, perhaps. Her expression is matter of fact, the focused gaze not forming wrinkles in her forehead. At length, the woman acknowledges Akane (perhaps scooting out to address the top bunk if necessary - she must not have missed even the tiniest signal, like the sound of breathing, to notice someone was there) and offers a thin smile, with a shrug that makes her braid fall behind her shoulder.]
Hello. You can call me Makima. It looks like we've been kidnapped.
for one (1) brave stranger
[Makima walks down the stairs into the incinerator with purpose, her strides making her long black overcoat flutter very dramatically. She walks in a circle around the perimeter of the room, looking up at its industrial ceiling with wide, dull eyes. Then she walks to the center console, squares her hands by her sides, and says something in a clear voice, much closer to "loud" than she's gotten in a while.]
Come save me, Chainsaw Man.
[The sound of the swaying ship is the only answer.]
for anyone
[Makima is sitting on a chair in the mess hall, hands folded in her lap, expression placid. She's conducted diligent patrols and now she must see no more efficient option than waiting for something to happen...]
Well, I certainly hope we won't be stuck here long enough that we have to bring our food all this way from the kitchen. Did you happen to spot any kind of cart?
((OOC: you are also welcome to wildcard Makima walking all around the ship and cordially saying hi.))
one brave stranger
...Chainsaw Man...?
[His voice is weak. That's not him. He's not who she's asking for, but...if someone needs to be saved, that's a hero's responsibility, right...?]
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roomies
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[You know what's new, but also not at the same time? The sensation of hunger, because last he knew he was a spiritual being that didn't need things like 'food' and 'sleep.'
Which, clearly, meant that he'd been incarnated somehow. And with a watch that severely clashed with his outfit, no less! He took pains to look like a proper dandy!
Still. Food was needed, thanks to his stomach complaining, so after waking up, he travelled to the kitchen and put on a pot of currently boiling eggs, since at the moment he didn't feel like making anything too involved.]
Hmmph...I suppose that blasted headache is why I'm feeling so under the weather...
[Sent here with a weird watch, PROBABLY at the hands of some gang of mages, and he still didn't even know his True Name. What a ripoff!]
X DOOR
[Let it not be said Archer of Shinjuku was one to idle - after all, he'd gotten into so much chaos in the city of eternal night and crime that he'd nearly gotten burnt to a crisp by a very angry woman.
So he was...inspecting. Gathering clues, but absolutely NOT in the detective sort of way! And, of course, that eventually lead him over to the VERY conspicuous door in the middle of D Deck, gloved fingers lightly running over one of the 15 slots on the keyboard console nearby.]
Well now...How very interesting.
[This whole thing was a purposeful set up - but this? this made it even more clear that something was afoot. Along with those larger, locked double doors on the same floor, and the watches...
Though he's currently so involved in his thoughts (and not used to no longer having all the perks being a Servant comes with) that you could easily sneak up on him. And if you do, well-]
GAH! I wasn't doing anything shady over here! Absolutely not!
[Welp.]
Kitchen
Any of those left?
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[it's a very odd thing, to be waking up. It's almost more surprising than the headache, which is what wakes Brain up in the first place, jolting upright in bed and clutching his head with a wince. It starts to fade immediately, but Brain still shakes his head a bit, as if that would get rid of it, before reaching up to adjust his glasses as he opens his eyes.
It’s then, realizing that he is absolutely not in the aquarium any longer, Brain freezes, eyes darting around the room, taking in the Edwardian-ish decoration, the TV, the closet space–all incredibly unfamiliar. There’s a beat, two–before his eyes go somehow wider] Eh? Where am I?! [and with THAT panicked shout, he’s making to scramble off the bottom bunk. Unfortunately, though he’s aware of beds as a concept, he personally hasn’t spent that much tim (if any) in one, and is therefore unprepared for dealing with the sheets that get tangled around his ankles, causing him to hit the floor with a loud thump and an even louder yelp, winding up face down on the floor, sheets twisted around his ankles. ]
Wandering the Halls
[After leaving his bunk, Brain starts wandering down the halls at a furious pace. His brow is knit into a frown, mouth pinched as he looks down at that watch, poking it with the finger of his opposite hand as he wanders. When he’s not looking at his watch, he’s ducking his head into whatever rooms he can access, doing a sweeping look for something and, upon seeming to not find it, duck back out and keep going.
However, he is not paying that much attention to where he’s going and there’s also the rocking of the ship to contend with, so the likelihood that he runs into someone is very, very high]
Rec Room
[It seems that, perhaps, Brain has finally found what he’s looking for. At least he’s temporarily stopped wandering the halls, as he stands in the Rec Room in front of the TV, running his fingers over it]
Connect! Why won’t you–
[Brain’s jaw clenches as he reaches out to put both hands on the tv screen, fingers curling to hold on to it]
Why can’t I connect to it?!
[he looks about ready to shake the thing, which is probably not the best idea, so maybe someone should stop him?]
Rec Room
Do you want me to turn the power on for you?
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So, I've woken up in the future, is that it? [He mutters and moves on to contemplating his rather advanced watch in this light. Number 18... surely it's the 'Ace' number in Japanese pro baseball, but it's hardly anything that makes sense to him. Suddenly, he is distracted by the reflection of his eye on the surface. Something is wrong with his eyebrow - thicker and darker than it's supposed to be. Carefully getting off the bunk, he finds a small mirror on a table in the room. What he sees definitely makes him stare, as he pats his face in confusion. As a realization dawns, a sense of anxiety wells. ズドドドドド .... the door to room 9/18 is ajar from his roommate's wandering, and now the sound of a large two-engine motorcycle revving rings out loudly enough to be heard from the entire deck.]
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Chase--!
[he freezes, though, hand on the door, when he realizes that this is not, in fact, who he thought it was]
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that song absolutely slaps
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[A small, wan looking figure in a light sweater-dress and who looks like she might start crying is wandering the hallways, looking at the doors and staircases and the rest of her surroundings until she's made most of a loop. She seems very, very overwhelmed by all of this, though eventually pulls herself together and begins testing doors. There's not a lot of oomph to her pulls, but she gives it the ol college try anyway, struggling against doors that are locked and opening random rooms to examine.
At least they're not sinking, this time. Yet.]
Infirmary
[At least all that poking around had gotten her something useful. Medications and bandages line the glass cupboards of this room, and she returns to it after exploring a little to begin looking through the shelves. There has to be aspirin somewhere, right?]
Wildcard
[hmu on discord or throw something out here]
Infirmary
Hey. Does it look like we're stocked up enough?
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[ Keith woke up in a confused daze. He hates this. He ends up wandering the halls because he wants to get a sense of his surroundings. But every so often he has to stop and lean against the wall, still not shaking the fact he's lightheaded. ]
Look, is someone here? Anyone know anything about this?
[ He's basically talking to himself, right? But maybe someone'll overhear him. ]
Infirmary
[ Eventually Keith gets his bearings and decides to gather supplies. The first stop is the infirmary, because these are the most important supplies, next to water.
He's gathering quite a bit. All sorts of things. ]
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[Such a helpful answer for a helpful robot.]
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[ Aoi is putting away a flask, inside of his coat. He takes a look around the laundry room for others, to see if anyone saw what he just did.
After observing, he starts to strip, throwing most of his clothes in the wash.
But not the coat. ]
Bathroom
[ Aoi is stealing towels. Hey, he needs them.
Anyone care to object? Because if not, he's going to depart with so many towels nobody has any left. ]
Lounge
[ Aoi slowly puts a board game back together. A few pieces are missing, but nobody will notice. ]
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Is there a particular reason you're taking so many towels? I believe you should need only one, after all.
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[ On the list of possible things he had expected to wake up to today, it certainly hadn’t been this uncomfortable splitting headache and the secondary realization this was nowhere he knew.
Something that said he’d been kidnapped without the faintest idea of HOW.
Once he’d regained his bearings, Roland realized he wasn’t alone and there appeared to be a woman on the other bed with him. To which he just raised a hand up in greeting as if his head did not still ache. ]
Bonjour, madam. Not to alarm you but I believe we’ve been kidnapped. Are you hurt anywhere?
[ Eventually he may realize she’s a vampire but either way he’s going to be amiable about this. ]
Patrolling
[ Humming a little to himself, Roland had taken it upon himself to go and start checking out various places. So it’s not unusual to see what looks like an oddly dressed man of the cloth at various points around the Gigantic, inspecting everything closely.
Only as he senses someone nearby does he straighten up and flash a smile. ]
Ah, Bonjour! I certainly hope I wasn’t in your way, was I?
[ He wanted to know everything he could about this place he’d woken up in, but at some point he didn’t realize he’d gotten carried away. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience anyone else. ]
Rec Room
How strange! I don’t see any astermite powering this..
[ One could hear his voice as he was currently enamored with the TV, checking it from all various angles trying to figure out how it worked or how it turned on. Which meant tapping it, looking behind it. Everything.
It was truly fascinating. ]
…What kind of function could this even have?
[ Sorry if any of y’all wanted to use the TV to play games or anything like that. This is just too interesting to him. ]
Infirmary
[ After a thorough inspection of this room and some trial and error? Guess who found the poisons? Not that they’re remaining there long or anything as one can spot him gathering as many into his arms as he can properly carry. All with a very apt look of concentration to where he hasn’t even really noticed someone coming in yet.
There is a task to be done and he absolutely will complete it. ]
Wildcard
[ Absolutely surprise me if nothing catches your eye. ]
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Astermite? What's that?
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[Waking up]
... What in the hell?! This isn't our room. "Ugh. I didn't even think this new body could even get a headache. John's eyes snapped open and there was a strange watch on his arm he had no idea how he got it."
His first instinct was to look around and eye the "air conditioner" and growled. He wasn't home but kidnapped. He pushed up off the bed and frowned "Anyone else in here?!"
He frowned, the other bed/bunk seemed as he pushed open the room to notice he was somehow on a ship of some kind.
[Infirmary]
John has bothered to check the area where medical supplies laid so far but at least his "Y" shaped scar was no more anyway.
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Oh my gosh. Are you okay?
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[Going from a place you've been to like once or twice before to suddenly waking up in a place you've never been in before. In entirely different clothes then what you remember being in.
I don't think I need to explain how this can freak out a teenage girl.
Anya pretty much falls out of bed the moment she realizes this is not even her bedroom, and the panic only rises as she looks around.]
What the-what is-the fu-
[Eyes landing on her roommate.]
Who the Hell are you?!
Don't Like It? Just Walk Out!
[Or try to anyway. Because Anya isn't wasting any time with things like 'interacting with people' or 'searching for answers.' She is going straight to any potential exits - the X-Door and the seemingly inoperable double doors - and just. Trying her best.]
Come on! Just-open already!
[Slamming her shoulder into the door. She might go at this for a while if no one stops her.]
I Am Not Okay With This...Or That...Or Anything, Really
[At some point she has to realize that it's not working, though. And, still not bothering with anyone that hasn't walked up to her, Anya goes to the rec room, staring and fiddling with her watch as she paces, very clearly trying to get the thing off.
And unless you say something to her, she is not looking your way, because maybe if she pretends none of you are real she can wake up from this nightmare and go back to her regular crappy life.
Please?]
Don't Like It? Just Walk Out!
[Way to state the obvious, Hermes.]
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Wake up!
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i am not okay with this
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A New Way of Life
Suddenly, every television screen turns to static. If you're not near a television, one lowers in your location with a strange schlorping sound. After some flickering, the image adjusts, and there, in the center, is a figure. In one hand is a cane; the other is a coin.
When the stranger speaks, its clear the voice has been digitally altered.]
Good evening. I am Zero. I do hope you are all comfortable. What I am about to say will be...brief.
Life...is unfair. That is the one constant. The smallest event can change a world on a butterfly's wings; a snail in your path can just as easily end it. Such may be your fate, and the fate of this world as well.
But it has been decided to give you a...chance.
[They hold the coin up.]
Tails, you are sent back. You return to your lives as if nothing happened, and this...will be little more than a bad dream. Heads, on the other hand, keeps you here, and you will have no choice but the play the Game.
Well. We shall see.
[They flip the coin. It flies in the air, landing neatly in the palm of the figure's hand. It's hard to tell what kind of coin it is being used in the feed, but the way that "Zero" hums, it's clear.
It has landed on heads.]
Fate has spoken. You must play. It has been called many things...Nonary, Decision...all lead in some way to a single, bloody conclusion. Thus, I welcome you to the newest iteration of the Game. The objective is simple: escape the HMHS Gigantic. The means to succeed in this endeavor...will test you all.
I have sent you all the rules of the Game. If you have any questions...I suggest you ask them now. I will not communicate with you again outside of emergencies and...other pertinent instances.
[The feed flickers.
Guess if there's ever going to be a time to confront their captor, it's now.]
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