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WAKE UP TIME
[The first thing you feel when you wake up is...nothing.
You don't feel much different at all when you wake up, no doubt from a very pleasant sleep, even if you may not remember what you dreamed of. If anything, you would have thought it was another normal day.
That thought would have vanished the moment you took in your surroundings. This is not your bed, this is definitely not your bedroom, and well, this is definitely not your home. In fact, this place isn't anywhere you've been before.
Before you can question anything much further, your cell phone starts beeping, flashing a message on the screen for a good several minutes, before flashing your profile, also for a few minutes. Yes, now you have a Title, and a power, even if you've never had one before. And yes, you have a cell phone. Even if you didn't have one, and don't know what the hell a cell phone is. You get the feeling you'll need to keep it on you.
The profile fades back to the home page of your phone - don't worry, you can still access your profile, and everyone else's, on that little lime icon if you really want - even though you have so many questions now. (The help button may... attempt to be helpful in that case.) Where the hell are you? Why do you have a Title? And can you get out?
Perhaps, if you're strong enough. But, in any case.
Welcome, Titled.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
((OOC: Welcome!
If you haven't filled out the resident profile or current residents information yet, please do so!))
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Then he opens his eyes. This is Very Definitely Not his apartment, and various possibilities instantly run through his head. Kidnapping? By who? Someone angry at him over his work? Ransomers? Or worse than both, fangirls? He's so caught up in his own thoughts that he jumps at the sound of the phone (that isn't his), but...it at least explains things a little. But it raises more questions, even as it draws attention to the blanks in his memory. This. Is not good.
Once he leaves his room and talks to Akira, he has his mission. So, whoever you are, whether you're calm, panicking, or understandably angry, you'll get a serious but strangely composed teenager waving at you with his left hand.]
Pardon me. I'm aware we're all in a very stressful situation, but may we talk for a bit? You see, I'm a detective, so in a situation like this, I feel as if I should try to gather some clues that might help figure out our kidnappers' true motives. It's a bit disturbing to simply assume we were chosen at random for no reason other than blood sport, don't you agree?
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Of course we weren't chosen for no reason. So what did you do to get on someone's bad side? Besides being a detective.
[Detectives and the such get on the hitlist of mafiosos and criminals all the time, don't they?]
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Sure, knock yourself out.
[ She's neither interested nor disinterested in this and it shows on her face pretty plainly. After all, if this is a demon then what's the point in treating them like a human culprit? ]
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Oh, hello. Talk? Yes we can talk. Detectives work with the police, so you must be trustworthy even if I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. [ There were other things you asked Akechi, but introductions come first! ]
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... A-ahaha... o-of course. I... I didn't really believe it. I mean, human sacrifices happen all the time at the Samhain festival! Or... they used to...? It's probably just someone's idea of a joke. I mean, it did just end earlier.
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[The slightly less young man has turned on his heel and is raising both his hands in an "I'm not armed" gesture. His bare arms stand out thanks to the rolled up sleeves of his coat.]
I'm going to tell you my whole life story just because you say you're a detective? Nice try, better luck next time. I'm not going to let you The Mousetrap this shit.
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[That had been what the backers of the Dark Tournament were all about, after all. Though that thought leads him back to more of the holes and missing pieces he's been steadily cataloguing. Kurama (Shuuichi) shakes his head slightly but offers Akechi a small, concerned smile.]
I agree that it should only be one theory among others, though. I don't like to assume as a general rule, even less assumptions that have been laid out for me to make by people who kidnapped me. You're... Akechi-san, aren't you? I'm more than willing to help anyone here who isn't inclined to take the suggestions of our captors to heart.
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[ Just sayin'. ]
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No, the last thing he remembers is throwing his arms around Victor and trying not to think of how the scent of the man's cologne calmed something in him.
"You'll watch, won't you?"
And now he's here in this weird bedroom that feels like an IKEA display, but things don't improve when he cautiously exits the cubicle. More cubicles he can't enter, and beyond them a department store devoid of people... and beyond that an empty, seemingly abandoned mall. He's without the ice, without the costume, without Victor, wearing his warm-up gear and sneakers and....
A golden ring on his right hand?
(He's so shocked by that, he completely ignores the message popping up on his phone. It must be spam anyway with all those colors and emojis.)]
What the--?
[He stares at the shining thing as if not only it but his entire hand actually belong to someone else. It looks too much like a wedding band but he's not married or engaged or anything what in the world is this?! Breathing hard, he stumbles to a bench and sits down heavily without taking his eyes off the gleam of gold. Was going to Onsen On Ice a dream, or did he fail miserably (as
expectedfeared) and get so blitzed on shochu or sake afterwards that he forgot his (probably dismal) performance? Did he get so incredibly wasted that he did something monumentally stupid? Can people get quickie marriages in Japan like they do in Las Vegas? Did he fly to Vegas and marry some stranger? Did Phichit join him, get drunk, and now they're married?!About this time, he leans forward and nearly puts his head between his knees as he tries not to hyperventilate. His vision swims and darkens. Where are his parents? Where is Victor?]
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But she does see someone who probably needs help, so. ]
H-hey there, are you all right?
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Hey... [ He's about to ask if something's wrong when it dawns on him the answer is yes. Everything's wrong with what's going on here. Rather than asking, he kneels in front of the dark-haired man and looks up at him in concern. ] Just try to breathe, slow and easy. Everything's going to be OK.
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Oi. Kid.
[ Are you the fuck alright? ]
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This is... it sounds like something Akko would say... but... what kind of ridiculous...? Lime...? Oh, I'm just not good with technology... at least, not as good as she was. This has to be some kind of joke!
[ And then she glances at her hair only to notice something wrong and QUICKLY jams the hat on the bed next to her onto her head, stuffing it up into it, practically freaking out. Luckily for her, no one probably saw it before she had time to do that. Private room. You're free to run across her the moment she does this, though. ... It's fair to note her glasses sit on the bedside, as of yet unplaced on her face.
After a moment, she searches the area, and then finally says: ]
... W-where's my wand?!
[ This, a bit louder, and more obvious than before, she's clearly distressed and looking under the bed. ]
[ After that, she can be found wandering the halls of the mall, with a determined purpose in her eyes, if a very shaky looking one. By now, her glasses are on, and she's a bit more put-together, at least. She seems to be scouring the stores looking for... something. It probably looks very suspicious. She checks every single store, eventually ending up in 1W looking at varying cosmetics and sighing very, very heavily. No, what she wants isn't here at all...
Eventually, she gives up and decides to just... explore around. Maybe she can find an alternative means of what she needs. Someone has to be in charge here... ]
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...Chariot du Nord. Or is it Ursula Callistis now?
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[ .... uhm. Yeah. That's. That's kind of weird. Not terribly, terribly weird because when you live in Neo Yokio, you're used to the occasional demon crisis, but definitely noteworthy. Helena is really not fond of leaving her room, but given this isn't even her room to begin with, the damage has been done. She might as well go out and see where the hell she's been brought to. She's dressed in a hospital gown with a bandage around her head. Pants or even shoes or socks are definitely absent from her look. Catch her wandering about anywhere in the store, looking absentminded and unimpressed!
Alternatively, you can find her by the translucent wall, poking it curiously, musing out loud to herself: ]
So it's really a demon, huh... They're getting savvy in net speech these days.
2. 1E
[ A bit later Helena can be found in the hallway of 1E, in front of Your High Horses specifically. She's still barefoot, still in her hospital gown and extremely pissed, if the hands placed on her hips angrily and the scowl on her face are any indication. ]
You've got to be kidding me.
[ Her voice isn't all that loud, but it's definitely cold. ]
I thought we might have reached the peak of grotesquery when we were told to kill or be killed right in front of all these security cameras, but no.
Whether or not everyone is destined to die, heaven forbid anyone who isn't rich or at least neo riche have access to luxury fashion items. In this wretched world we hang onto class differences until literally our last breath.
3. Room #10
[ Fashion thoroughly ruined Helena's appetite for this mall thing, so she's immediately back in her room. The door is not fully shut though, because she has some lingering curiosity about those other strangers. Feel free to enter! ]
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W-wait, you don't think they were serious about that, right? Surely it was some Samhain Festival prank, right?
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Such thought goes out of the window when he reads the message in his cellphone]
For fuck's sake, did I get kidnapped by a twelve year old girl?
[Certainly not the smashing start of his vigilante activities he wanted. It's also rather worrying he's outright stated to be a vigilante. If anyone he knew read that...well that'd be a big problem.
What's this about a power, though? You may hear the noise of something breaking in Room 2. If you peek inside, you'll find Britt staring wide-eyes at a non-bed object he just shattered with his power. He looks like he just found out the secret of life.
Later he does go outside to explore. There's lots of food establishments in this place, aren't there? He's particularly attracted by the Un-Steak my Heart place. There sure is a lot of meat here, but is it safe? Like hell he's going to try it himself. When he sees someone, he whistles to get their attention and beckons them over]
Want a burger?
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C-can we afford that, though? I left all my money in my room in the academy... and I don't have my wand to bring it here.
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fsteak
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room 2!! lets play with magic
Re: room 2!! lets play with magic
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After staying put for a little while and blinking in confusion at her new comms device (this was different, was it a new simulation?), Torri decides to move onward to find some answers. Approaching strangers isn't something she should do, but she has someone important to find, so it might be OK in this case.
Don't mind if a petite girl approaches you, her head tilted slightly to the side. ]
Hello. I think that I don't believe that I'm aware of who you are. Do you know where God's Gift is?
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[ She frowns. ]
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That...is the last thing he remembers, right?
Of course, the message makes him tense up more; not only is the content something straight out of a horror movie, the form of the message makes Kurama want to wince and see if he can edit out some of the emojis. It reads like a high school girl hopped up on too much sugar. But he sets that aside to examine his very showroom-like surroundings.
At least the clothes he is wearing are his, a Chinese-style outfit, the long yellow tunic with blue trim over a white shirt and pants. It's not the outfit he last remembers being in, but it is his.
After a thorough rummaging of the contents of his new phone, he sets out to do more or less the same to his new surroundings. He can be found almost anywhere, though he does tend to linger in the gardening store and the cat cafe, or by the extremely frustrating translucent walls.
Finding out more about his new compatriots, he'll take a slower approach to. Besides, those profiles...]
Well, despite what our captors seem to want of this, I think this situation should put us on the same side, don't you?
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If I had my wand, I could try to dispel it... so they likely purposefully disarmed me. ... I do agree, though. We really shouldn't be fighting...
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Cat Cafe
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He needs a smoke, but reaching into his pocket, he finds nothing. The sensation of something against his left hand is also slightly jarring, and when he takes a good look at it, so is the presence of a silver ring, with a simple pattern on the edges that has become slightly worn with time.
Still. He has to focus.
He can be found exploring most of the mall, looking at the windows of the clothing places, but not really going in. Staring at the menus of most of the food places, but not ordering anything, at least until he gets into the cat cafe.
He has no idea what the hell these creatures are, but he eyes them curiously, ordering a virgin banana daiquiri before sitting down and... apparently attracting like five of those things. He hesitates for a while, before petting a large calico sitting on his table, and pointedly avoiding the ears. ]
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By now, she's at least found some peroxide to forcibly make her hair blonde. It's not blue like she prefers but it'll do. ]
Oh... do you like the cats? I find them charming too... you think they have an owner here? A witch, maybe?
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[ Over in Room 14, a certain groggy high schooler finds himself staring up at the ceiling for a moment. For a moment, he can't help but appreciate just how well-rested he feels. It's nothing like how he feels after late-night text messages or sudden visits to the Velvet Room.
It's after sitting up, taking a moment to... stare, he hears that beep. And the message that he sees is certainly... uh...
... colorful?
Honestly, it's a little difficult to take it seriously, until his eyes land on the mention of-... ]
!?
[ Murder...??
Even the profile has him staring, in spite of his mind being stuck on that last page he saw. Granted, as he's looking at the other profiles, doing his best to memorize which names go to which faces, he suddenly freezes. Goro Akechi, too!? So, there's even someone he knows stuck here??
An unpleasant, burning, anger wells up inside; he's skimming through the profiles even quicker than before, eyes peeled for any other familiar faces. In spite of the heavily lingering feelings from this entire situation, there is some relief in not seeing any other people he knows...
But, this is... definitely a situation he needs to get out of ASAP, though it seems it won't just be himself he's getting out of here. He has fourteen other people to worry about. Fourteen people he will need to locate and talk to.
And, so... after taking some deep breaths, composing himself, and exploring his room... he heads outside. He'll be hanging around those bedrooms for a bit, eyes alert as he searches for any other people that might be around, before moving on in his exploration. For a victim of kidnapping, he seems pretty calm...
It's after this, he will be exploring Yotsukoshi, actually... eyeing some of the items that appear to be useful as weapons.
Look, he's just... fascinated...?
He wouldn't dare consider getting himself something to be useful in the event he needs to be ready to protect himself! Who said anything about that?? ]
[ There's no chance he will be impossible to spot -- after a conversation with the good detective, there's a chance he will be approaching someone else the second his eyes land on them.
It's going to be pretty much the same with each person: his name, followed by a question of the last thing they remember. He'll be pleasant and polite, his tone carrying some level of reassurance to it in the event the person clearly... needs reassuring...
He's going to be circling the entire place, stopping in all of the stores, scanning the place for any faces he remembers from that phone app.
... Then he finds himself in the food court, where he eventually finds himself in a place with lots of cats. Huh.
Well, he's earned a break, right? Interviewing people in such a stressful situation is actually proving to be a tiny bit exhausting, so he could use this pick-me-up...
So, yes -- he sure is kneeling down and petting any of the cats that approach him. He'll even be wearing a small, albeit tiny bit weary, smile...
... Are his friends really okay? Boss? He's sure they are, but he can't help worrying. ]
inquiry but also the cat cafe
Apart from the fact that he's got that pimp-ass mahogany cane in his hand and his suit is just a tad more timelessly stylish than most, he probably doesn't look too different from your garden variety Dumbass Businessman in a Suit that's all over the place in Tokyo.
He does, however, look like an absolute dork scritching that cat's belly. He doesn't even stop when Akira questions him. ]
...I was on a plane.
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Cat food!
akechi plz. don't u judge him
But ur being cute!
you seem to have him mixed up with the cats. it's okay. it's an easy mistake
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More cats!
so many cat people... akira is pleased
Foxes are just the canine version of cats anyway, lbr.
no kidding... and then there's akira who acts like a cat
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This isn't Luna Nova.
She gets up and immediately steps out of her very red-themed room, looking around. ]
...A department store...
[ It bothers her. But the best she can do is explore. It looks like a department store, all right, and she's going to be taking stock, especially since she can't seem to access any of her magic apps, and these clothes don't have a familiar set-up. Not to mention her hair isn't styled anymore. ]
I wonder... What's going on here...
[ Much later, she can be found actually purchasing things. It looks like she's actually trying to get together a kitchen. She could probably figure it out, but also she pauses to look at the bathing areas. However, Rome wasn't built in a day, so while you can eventually find her trying to set up a communal kitchen in the bedroom display area, it's not going to be immediately completed so instead you can find her eating spicy noodles at a certain shop. And slurping them like a madwoman. After that, she'll be back to trying to set up the kitchen, but also looking to install what appears to be a bathing area. ]
Kitchen-ish construction area
[Joey has to admit, if she was thrown into a strange new situation, her first instinct would not be to build stuff. Although it would be to combine random items to see if they could somehow solve the problem of her captivity, which she has to admit isn't completely dissimilar.]
Is this a kitchen? That you're...building in a department store?
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Secondly?
That little phone and the message that popped up almost irritated him. Setting his jaw in a fairly irritated fashion, he pocketed the phone and headed out from his bedroom. What might set him apart from any other 15 year old is that he looks to be wearing some kind of deep gray combat outfit and boots, a gold E clear on the collar. He's wearing gloves and his orange hues are narrowed slightly.
He's taken to exploring around the mall, staring up at some of the shops and exhaling a sigh. ]
They first tell us to kill and then this?! Do they expect we're supposed to take this seriously?
[ For what it's worth, he doesn't seem too bothered by the idea of being informed via that message of what they'd have to do.
If anything he's just seeming more at ease and skeptical of everything. ]
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[The last thing Joey Claire would have expected at this point is a normal day. That possibility had gone right out the window with the arrival of horrible giant centipede-snake things into an otherwise normal autumn evening. Still...it's tempting, for a split second, to wonder if that experience was nothing but a horrible nightmare.]
[The immediate unfamiliarity of the room she wakes up in shakes that idea out of her head faster than a teenage girl absconding from a horrible snake-centipede thing. No adoring audience of stuffed animals, no beautiful mural, no posters, no creepy yet weirdly-comforting little brother tree-cave easily visible from the bay window. No window at all, actually. And the walls don't seem to be real either...]
[There's a flashing...something on the nightstand as she bolts awake, and she's not sure why that's giving her a sense of déja vu. She picks it up on instinct.]
...what?
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[Joey can be found cautiously examining her surroundings and fiddling with her cell phone. She's cautious when she spots anyone else, but it doesn't take her long to associate profiles with faces and realize that, whoever these people are, they appear to be in the same situation as her.]
Uh, hello? Hi. Do you have any idea what's going on here? I think I took a wrong turn from "weird and bad" to "bizarre and awful..."
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Ah... yes, I think we all did, just a little bit. This certainly isn't my school, I would say. I have classes to teach, too. This is terrible timing.
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And then his entire body slams into the translucent wall.]
Shit!
[If the bedrooms weren't soundproofed, that cry might almost be visible to the parties who are still sleeping. He takes that phone out of his pocket, glares at it, and frowns again. Dio retreats to the nearby gardening section and sits on a stone bench, fussing with his fresh new bruises and using the phone's surface to make sure that his reflection still looks okay. His top hat is definitely a little squashed. Then again, it always looks like that.]
What a sorry excuse for a scam.
[Several hours later, Dio has taken up residence by the bar at "Yay!". He's using his newfound telekinesis power to gather bowls in front of him. It's not very precise, and one of the trash cans has some sticky grains of rice scattered around the rim, which might be correlated to the bowl shards in the trash bag. He's ranting about different aspects of the situation to anyone who will listen, with a volume and pettiness that might create the impression he's "buzzed".]
I don't get it. The bastards who kidnapped us must have spent a medium fortune getting this place together, right? Then why put these cost traps in here? Yeah, you get four of these and you almost spent twenty, whatever. How the hell are they going to turn a profit?
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They're not trying to turn a profit--they gave us their own money; there'd be no money to make off of that. They're trying to get us to hurt one another. I won't stand for it. ... Are you drinking already?
[ She looks very disapproving. ]
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It took him some time to figure out how to even get out of the room, but once he did he decided to look around and try to figure out where here is. Once he had that, figuring out how to get home could come next.
First he checks out Yotsukoshi, of special interest is the electronics and appliances because he's never seen stuff like this before. If he spots another character he may stop them to ask if they know what a particular item is.
Eventually he'll check out everything else, but the clothing isn't of much interest. However when he finds the cat cafe that's of some interest because he actually does like cats.]
DID U SAY TECH
Hm? Oh, that's a speaker companion. You can plug it into a music player and it'll dance and play the music.
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Though, once you get past all of that, the silhouette is definitely human. Feet walking down the stairs with hands gripping the railing, until the figure decides it is simply too excited, and leaps over the last few steps to land in front of the others, its hair flies around at the sides of its psychedelic face - it appears to be on the long side, and for that matter, once the Life Coach is front of everyone it's apparent that they are significantly shorter than almost everyone except, perhaps, Joey. So people who suspected their "coach" might be a teenage or younger girl have strong evidence on their side, especially when her vaguely defined mouth opens and lets out a high-pitched voice.]
Hiiii! [The Life Coach lifts both hands high in the air to wave at the group.] So, totally nice to meetcha, guys. I'm the Life Coach! Did everyone, like, read the rules? I'm sure you guys have, like, so many questions... I can't answer, like, literally anything, but I'll do my best, k? I'd like it if we could get along, but I totes understand if you're like, mad right now. It's cool, I'm here to listen no matter what you say. Soooo hey.
[And she will fire finger guns at everyone until one of them speaks, like a complete tryhard. It would probably be wise to just get this over with.]
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