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You've woken up in a decrepit bedroom, with one suitcase nearby. You're naked, and the suitcase is your only clothing source. It contains several pieces of clothing, but none of them are yours - and they all happen to be sexy detective clothes. A good example. There are a mix of types for both genders. There's a stuffed animal on the bed, one that matches your inner heart's want for species.

You're free to explore this hotel. As you do, nobody greets you. But what you find is that no matter what you try, there's some sort of barrier keeping you from leaving. It's not that the windows or doors are barred off, excepting doors leading to unlocked places. It's that if you try, an invisible barrier stops you.

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A guy comes out in a baby mask, as many of you have gathered to figure out what's going on. You can see it in the icon. He's doing a little jig, a cute little dance. He's singing this song in acapella. Eventually, he trails off and stops, looking at the group silently.

And then he bows, but says nothing.

...

Well?

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So. That night, in the ballroom, a woman descends from the ceiling, her tentacles waving slowly. She has a smirk on her face as she comes down.

"So, all you little darlings must be wondering what's happening. After all, our leader isn't the best at speaking. As you must know, you're trapped here. We want you to play a little mystery game of murder."

Her tentacles undulating, she looks for reactions.

Motive
Behold the Jabberwocky, as he eats your kind. Snicker snacker as the blade becomes drawn, drip drip drip as the blood falls from your loved ones. Wish to save them? Kill someone else first.

Murder;

Someone's been murdered. The death is terrible but it's time to investigate. Maybe you'll use the corkboard, or maybe you'll follow the bloody trail of evidence first. Whatever you decide, it's time to get cracking.

Trial;

It's time to put someone on trial. Could it be you? Lay out the evidence and see who you think's at fault. You're all gathered in the ballroom to be the judge and jury.

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[Waking up naked definitely isn't in his list of acceptable things to wake up to, but the outfit is just insult to injury...

After reluctantly sliding the clothes on, he yanks the sheet from the bed and throws it around himself. It's not perfect, but it can go around his waist and make it so he doesn't have to worry about the skirt lifting and showing way too much. Once he's managed to tie it securely, he first takes a moment to get his bearings. No powers... No Keyblade... and even one of his senses are completely shut off. Whoever did this is clearly powerful, and it has his mind drifting to a certain place—is he in some kind of simulation, maybe?

Standing around and wondering, of course, won't get him anywhere. So he begins to explore the entire floor. If he spots someone new, he hesitates a moment - maybe he's trying to determine if they seem more like a friend or foe type? Either way, he's soon calling out:]

Hey...

[There's a whole list of questions in his mind, but better to start simple.]

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[Riku opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, and then glances around. Before things can get too awkward, he finally speaks:]

Nice voice. [Listen, he's endured Sora's singing before... Anyway, this guy's the only one wearing a mask, so that must mean something, right? He'll just... attempt a really easy conversation, for now.] Does... that song have a name?

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[Riku's been extremely levelheaded up to this point! As easygoing as it gets, all things considered. But... something to keep in mind...

Blood isn't... really something he's seen a lot of. Where he's from, the dead generally... vanish, into light or darkness. So, when he's suddenly staring down a particular gruesome sight of a body missing an entire arm, red everywhere, insides now on the outside...? He starts to go even paler, a thin layer of sweat forming as he begins to feel... a little cold.

AKA half-Disney isn't taking baby's first hardcore murder scene very well.]

[Hermes, who was with Riku as they walked into the kitchen, where the corpse is, just sighs a disappointed huff.]

Aww, man... And I still don't get to see the death happen...

[Maybe it's a good thing Riku doesn't process those words - yet(?).

... On the bright side, the words do seem to function as a way to snap him out of that state! He blinks a couple of times, and then he slowly looks over.]

What—? [Riku blinks a couple of times, though the color hasn't quite returned.] We... need to tell the others, and...

[Despite how he was acting, his voice holds some firmness to it. Determination to pull it together. He takes a slow breath, ignores the smell the best he can, and goes over what he's learned from the people here about... all of this. It's sickening, but it's their reality.]

Right... Clues. Make notes.

[Hermes glances at Riku and finally notices him struggling a bit. He positions himself in between the corpse and Riku, giving a goofy smile.]

Right! You can go tell the others. Makima taught me how to look at a body.

[A lie, bit if it gets Riku out so he can be more comfortable, then so be it.]

[ He's been exploring the new place for a little bit, trying to not get any splinters in an unfortunate place since his own outfit is... less coverage. It really doesn't hide much of what he's been through in the last few years. Sora has even grown his own hair a bit, so he isn't surprised that Riku doesn't recognize him from behind.

There's a moment where he freezes, then turns slowly towards the other. ]

Riku. Hey.

[ Sora reaches up to muss with his own bangs for a moment. ]

So you got dragged into this too. [ A new world, a new Riku. He'd gotten used to the one back with the SCP, who lived with him in New Atlantis. ]

[His eyes widen as it sinks in that this is Sora.

Sora, who'd definitely not had hair that long. Who'd definitely been without any of those scars, last Riku saw... The voice, the hesitation, the signs of knowing what's going on...

It's a lot to process, and the questions feel endless already. But Riku listens to his gut, trusts his heart - especially when it comes to the person in front of him.]

Trying to trade looks...?

[Lame joke is lame, but he gives a weak smirk as he lifts a hand to scrub a hand through his own - much shorter - hair. His gaze trails over the scars even as he attempts to ease into the more serious elephant in the room. As much as he's itching to ask about at least two other things first, let's just... start with the bait Sora blatantly slid onto the table.]

What is "this", exactly...?

[ The hair is probably least of Riku's worries, but it's what he focuses on. Sora recognizes it for what it is. A way to sort of ease into the conversation. The scars tell only part of his story, since he'd get new bodies on occasion.

He knows he could have asked one of the gods to make them all go away, but these are proof that he's still here. Still alive. ]

Guess I am. Figured it was time for a change, you know? It's been... a few years for me.

[ The mesh of his top at least somewhat covers the scars that go through his heart - the only injury that was actually fatal. There is a lot to talk about, some of which is always so difficult to do, but he's been working on it. But there is more of an opening for Riku to ask his questions. ]

A world we can't really leave, probably dangerous and maybe even fatal. [ Sora frowns and looks around. ] Last time I was in a place similar to this, "players" - people like us, were supposed to murder each other in secret, then find out who did it to put them on trial.

[Until now, Alastor has seemed somewhere in the vicinity of flippantly annoyed with the whole situation. How seriously he's been taking it has been hard to tell...but now the devil looks as serious as one can in pinstriped briefs and hoof boots. What he doesn't seem, however, is particularly disturbed by the sight, as he spreads a wing to block Riku's view.]

Maybe you should sit down for a bit, leave this to the people who're used to this kind of scene.

[Riku's not in the mindset to fully grasp how appreciative he'll be to Alastor, later, but having the view blocked does make a massive difference. He takes a couple of slow breaths, holds a blink, and shakes his head.]

... I can't just sit it out. Even if it's hard... I should still do what I can to help. [His expression is grim, but it's clear he's ready to stubborn his way through this.] It's the least they deserve.

[The person who was just killed, he means. And he realizes he probably sounds like he's dismissing Alastor's attempts to help.]

Uh... You're right, though. I'll take a moment to... pull it together, first. Then... maybe you can show me how it's done?

["It" being investigating.]

This sort of thing leaves more evidence than just what's on the body. Not saying you shouldn't help, just...no need to plunge in on the deep end.

[He wishes he could just flex his magic a little and take them somewhere Riku could sit down...but he can't even manage an unnatural breeze right now, let alone bend space.]

Why don't we step out of the room for a minute or two? I doubt the smell's helping you much.

[Someone calling out like that usually isn't an immediate threat, Tsukishima has learned. No, the ones you have to watch out for are the ones who act like they own the damn place, and sometimes the ones that don't show their face at all.

So he stops in place and looks over. Of course, Riku is far enough he doesn't register as anything but a blob right now.]

Hey.

[Well, that's a pretty flat and monotone response from someone else who's clearly been abducted, given his attire.]

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