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e_rpg2023-10-01 08:38 pm
murderstars) wrote in e_rpg2023-10-01 08:38 pm
Elementary! R1: TDM
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Arrival ;
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.
Mastermind ;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from the mastermind.
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?
Assistant;
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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.
Reserves!!!
Discord server
Arrival ;
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.
Mastermind ;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from the mastermind.
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?
Assistant;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from a mastermind's assistant.
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.
no subject
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...?
no subject
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.