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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!))
... can you imagine them teaming up on one poor, unsuspecting soul
If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're declaring war, here.
Especially if it was to troll?
[Because normal, platonic friends make games out of trying to make each other blush, right?]
yes, and that would actually be the most amazing thing
"Threat" is such a harsh word, detective.
[ A thoughtful hum as he studies Akechi's face, hand lifting to rest on his chin in a way that the other teen should find... oh-so-familiar. ]
We could just skip to the end and refer to it as "The Defeat of Goro Akechi," if you like.
speaking of amazing things...
So without much hesitation, Karma speaks up from where he'd been nearby. Having come up a little bit ago and found this interesting on it's own. ]
You should totally go for it. The winner should ask for a kiss, don't you think?
[ He is ALL smiles right now. ]
Unless you both don't think you're actually up to it. Which would really be a shame.
SDAgkhdkhsdf are you trying to kill him? XD
What sort of wager is that?!
please don't die...............
The ghost of a smirk surfaces, only to fade away into something more resembling pure surprise at that blush... and that incredibly powerful question. He's never seen Akechi react this strongly??
Huh.
Well.
How 'bout that.
His hand shifts to cover his mouth in the most discreet way he can manage, covering the way the corners of his lips are lifting. He should probably reassure Akechi that it was clearly just a joke. He should probably do what he can to diffuse the situation, and yet... instead? He's lowering his hand, face right back to calm and casual. His hands slide right into his pockets as he cocks his head to the side. ]
Is that a forfeit?
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Karma's definitely glad he spoke up now, unphased by Akechi's glare as he focused more on the reaction he got from Akira. Totally going to cross his arms over his chest, almost grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]
That would be a shame if it was. Thought there was more of a fight in you than that, detective.