39th ♫ | I have come to this place though I don't know your face, your name or who you are

[voicetested]

The All-Purpose JamJar Meme

For that authentic Jamjar experience without the pesky commitment. Roll or pick from a setting and a prompt below! Drum up some assumed CR with strangers! Jamjar settings are officially the best when you want to do a cross-canon tag-out but just can't be assed to think of a way to fit your character in another one's canon.

I - SETTING

1. Horror: Your characters are taken from their own worlds and thrown into a terrifying situation! Things are creepy, resources are scarce, and ensuring your own survival is paramount. 2. Sex Game: For whatever contrived and nonsensical reason, your characters are forced into a world where they gotta bone. Aside from smutstuff, you have the opportunity to play out how very awkward it is to navigate these agreements and encounters before and after. Lasting bonds can form from something you didn't expect! But so can eternal regret. 3. Slice of Life: Characters are forced to live together in familial units. They have an opportunity here -- in spite of being stuck -- to relax and slow down and do some fun, ordinary things. Picnics, dates, school, etc. 4. Fantasy: Characters are forced into guilds and roles, given weapons and are made to utilize their powers in coordinated units to complete missions. 5. Scifi: Characters are thrust on to the frontier of spacial colonization! Characters on a spaceship! Characters being drafted into an Imperial Earth Army to fight/conquer foreign entities! Characters being in a world where they are assessed, identified, tracked and policed by artificial intelligence! And so on! 6. Reincarnation/ New Identity: Your character has been reborn at this game, or given a new identity. Work out their karma or help them come to terms with having to live a new life. 7. Asylum/Prison/Institutionalized Identity: Characters are locked up and put under heavy surveillance. Slowly they are institutionalized and disintegrated from ordinary social rules of engagement. They could be told that they've been identified as mentally dysfunctional, or they could be in prison! Are they pleading their innocence, or do they know they're guilty as fuck back in their world? 8. Assignment-Based/Mercenary/Survival: Characters have to put their skills to good use as drafted mercenaries. Help your captors assassinate, spy, sabotage, infiltrate, steal, and terrorize for points that will lead up to your freedom or the freedom of others. 9. Your Choice!: Do whatever! II - SITUATION 1. First Impressions: You never forget your first impression of someone. Unless it was entirely forgettable. 2. Oh Hey Again: I kind of know you!!!! Hi!!! I hate this place but love familiarity hi!!! 3. Event: SOMETHING IS HAPPENING and your characters have either run into each other or sought each other out to stick together during it! 4. Living Quarters: Surprise, your characters are in the same house! Or room! Or building! Either way you have to share space and facilities with this person. Enjoy! 5. Mystery: Who Did It? Why Are We Here? Characters are disappearing, people are dying, whatever is happening it is FISHY! 6. Canon Update/Respawn/"But we know each other, I swear!": One character comes (back) to a game and does not remember previous CR. A relationship or friend or even hateship is forgotten. How will this be dealt with? 7. Begrudgingly Working Together: You are so fucking annoying but I guess we have to fight Monster of the Day Together/Get Unstuck-UnLost Together/Find Our Way Back/Help Each Other Out. 8. Is This a Date: Gee, you guys sure are doing a lot of things that people on dates do and you're having a lot of fun [sweats]... 9. Violence: Characters beat the shit out of each other or help each other out of a gory situation with terrible traumatic injuries or something! 10. One-Sided(?) Crush: How do you get their attention? Or, alternatively, how do you ignore that this person obviously is crushing on you and it's totally awkward 11. Protecting/Saving: Your character's chance to be a hero or a damsel! 12. Network Post: Mandatory bs. 13. Inbox: Hey, can I talk to you for a second? In private? 14. Your Choice!: Do whatever!

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Kyouko Kougami/Reflector Heart | OC

[daydreamy]

[ let's not do sex games ]

Fantasy 8

[shineinside]

[ Another week, another guild mission. Another... really easy mission, assigned exactly two people, that requires visiting somewhere gorgeous and secluded. And once again, Kyouko and Yuka are apparently the ones to take care of it.

This time, it's flushing out some low-level monsters along the banks of a wide but gentle river at twilight. Yuka looks out over the water as fireflies dance over the surface, her staff resting casually on her shoulder. ]

Realistically speaking, there's no reason they needed both of us for a mission this easy. I wonder what the guild master is thinking.

[daydreamy]

It's kinda weird, right? D'you think he doesn't trust us with the real high level stuff?

[ Kyouko's still buzzing with energy -- it'd been just enough of a fight to get the adrenaline pumping but not quite enough to actually tire her out. It's a frustrating combo and she's dealing with it by swishing her blade aimlessly through the air, the evening light dancing off the blade with each swipe. ]

I would've thought we'd proved we could handle it by now!

Yuuri Wakasa | School-Live! | Airlocked Round 2

[serrata]

[ guess what!! no sex games ]

small scary knife girls here we go

[socloverit]

[Clover's been kind of a weird case since she got here; she's hard to find and harder still to approach since she's always right beside at least one of the two dudes she arrived with, because fuck if Cradle Clover is even remotely playable without her important people around smh, too involved in her own circle and too jumpy and too harsh for most people to want to deal with her. It's fine that way, she thinks, so long as the people most important to her are safe—the dangers are comparatively few around here but she keeps waiting for the day that the other shoe drops.

It doesn't, or at least it hasn't, but there's a lot that needs to get done on the ailing spaceship they've found themselves on. Clover pitched a fit when the group assignments separated her from the usual victims of her clinging, but it was the only way to put someone who could fly with someone who could communicate with someone else in the normally locked-off bowels of the ship where the communicators start to fail. At least the two of them were together, she figured.

It should be a quick in and out, the crew in charge assured; find the fuse box, adjust the switches in tandem with the other team high up at the control tower, restore power to the main lines. This hasn't stopped Clover from bringing a fucking laser scythe with her.

they made the mistake of giving this to her as repayment for some other successful mission.

jesus.

the...light provides some nice ambiance, anyway...????

No one goes anywhere alone around here, so Yuuri's been sent with Clover, maybe for the sake of placating her; not that Clover's close to anyone around here but she likes Yuuri well enough, which mostly just means she hasn't snapped at Yuuri yet, which is more than can be said for most people around here. And so that's why the two of them are in the ship's basement now, kicking up dust with each echoing step. Yuuri's been given the flashlight since Clover has her scythe; she's been quiet so far, psychically pinging her brother every now and again to check in on him. P...please do something about this uncomfortable silence, Yuuri......]

[serrata]

[ Maybe it's familiarity or maybe it's just self preservation but whatever the reason, Yuuri's found she likes Clover. There's a little jealousy mixed in with it -- Clover has two of her most important people here right off the bat but it's been god knows how long and Yuuri hasn't heard so much as a whisper of any of hers. It's better that way, of course -- they deserve to be at home where they're safe. It doesn't make Yuuri feel much better, of course, but it's some measure of comfort to know they're not wrapped up in this.

Yuuri tries not to let it show. She doesn't need anyone else here knowing she's angry and upset, not so long as she can't make herself trust there isn't anyone here who'll use it against her. Clover's a different story altogether. She seems to wear her heart on her sleeve or at least part of it in a way Yuuri can't bring herself to do and she finds herself admiring that and liking Clover much more for it.

So she doesn't complain when she and Clover are assigned together. Partly because she knows Clover will do all the complaining for both of them and mostly because she really doesn't mind. As missions go, it's not the worst thing they could've been assigned to. Even if the dark and the quiet is more than a little claustrophobic.

But Yuuri has the knife strapped to her leg under her skirt. And Clover has her... scythe. Because of course she does. Whatever happens, Yuuri's reasonably sure she'll do just fine. ]

Of all the things to fail, [ she says eventually, her voice resonating oddly in the tight hallway ] I suppose the lights aren't the worst thing in the world to lose power to.

S U R V I V A L

[callbacks]

[Well, there aren't zombies, but there are monsters. It's all typical RPG fare--little imp-like things, one-eyed birds, giant fuck-off butterflies--and it's easy enough for Dave to make short work of each random encounter, even if the only blade he has is a knife. They don't drop any loot, though. Nothing but their corpses.

All birds are edible if you cook them thoroughly, Dave remembers learning. Hopefully that extends to the pair of one-eyed avian assholes he skewered earlier.

They've made it to shelter and have managed, between the two of them, to start a fire, but since Yuuri's the only one who remotely knows what she's doing with regards to the preparation of actual consumables, Dave has retreated to the mouth of the cave to watch for intruders. It's sandier topography, it doesn't hold heat well, and it gets cool at night. He sits hugging his knees, sunglasses still on, and holds something on his left hand tightly with the fingers of his right.

It's the longest he's been quiet since they met.

It is, he knows in his skin, his bones, a Thursday night.]

[serrata]

[ She's so tired.

You don't ever lose the edge something like living through the damn apocalypse gives you. No matter how long you're safe, you'll still find yourself jumping at noises in the dark and you'll always feel a little uncomfortable and overexposed when you're in a crowd. Time can't take that edge away but it can blunt it and Yuuri's disappointed in herself to find just how blunted she is. She'll survive this -- she has to -- but it'd been a close enough call that it frightens her. Thank god for Dave. She doesn't want to imagine what she would've done without him.

The birds (or what she's calling birds, for lack of a better word) turn out to be easy enough to cook, once she's cleaned them. The work is gruesome and turns her stomach a bit, enough that the smell of cooking meat makes her cringe. But she'll have to eat, no matter how unappetizing their meal seems. She has to keep her strength up.

Leaving the birds cooking on the fire, Yuuri makes her way to the mouth of the cave, arms folded tight across her chest. Even if it's shelter she doesn't feel safe here exactly. But it's the best they've got.

She's quiet for a little while. Dave's so quiet that she's not sure if she should say anything to break this unsettling silence. But she has to eventually. ]

The food's almost ready. Do you want to come back inside to eat, or...?

[ Or will you feel safer out here, on watch, is the question she leaves unasked. ]

slice of life / but we know each other i swear

[shinyidea]

Yuuri...?

[ when yuuri had left, mari had been devastated. she knew people left this place all the time but somehow after being forced to live together they'd gone from strangers to friends to... they were close, ok, that was the point. when it was other people, she was always sad for them, but somehow she felt that same strong determination chika felt about aqours - that maybe if you loved hard enough, maybe if you tried hard enough, maybe if you just kept giving it your all, you wouldn't lose out. the longer she and yuuri were side by side, the less she worried about her leaving. everything just felt so perfect.

the worst part is they don't leave. they're still there. they look like themselves. yuuri's same long gorgeous hair, her soft face, her ample chest. but she's gone. the yuuri that's left behind is just a shell, like a stepford wife. mari can't help but wonder if this is some kind of awful karma for what she did to dia and kanan. now she misses them and yuuri and every night gets harder than the night before, not easier.

every night, until...until she comes home and there's yuuri - not stepford wife yuuri, but a yuuri looking confused and unsure about this whole house set up ]

Is it really you this time?

[serrata]

[ Everything about this is wrong.

It'd all happened in a blink, home one second and this unfamiliar house the next and it's so sudden and so sickeningly familiar that Yuuri nearly loses herself to panic. She still has her PIP which makes her ill with fright but she also still has her clothes, her jewelry and even though she doesn't remember getting here, the windows pointing outside don't show space but an unsettlingly normal little neighbourhood.

So. Probably not the network but Yuuri doesn't trust it. She doesn't trust any of it.

She's already turned the bedroom she'd woken up in upside down, looking for cameras or anything to point her in the right direction of what might be happening here. She comes up with nothing so she moves through the halls, down the stairs, makes her way to the kitchen where she's rooting through cupboards and drawers when she hears an unfamiliar voice say her name.

Yuuri jumps so hard that it might've been funny, in any other situation. When she spins around, her eyes are wide and frightened but there's a hardness to them as well. It's a good job she's in the cupboard and not the cutlery drawer or she might have ended up whipping around with a knife. ]

...who... who are you? [ She's ignoring the question -- she doesn't care how this girl knows her name or who she might be mistaking her for. That's not what's important right now. ] What's going on here?

an unholy settingless mix of prompts, we'll figure out context later

[missleadingquestions]

[Yuuri Wakasa is soft and small like Maya is, but acts like she knows so much more. There's a demeanor about her that just seems so... assured, and Maya is constantly enamored with that attitude. She's like Mia, in a lot of ways, and different in her own (better with names, mostly) and has been, in this strange place, a comfort.

It's jarring, then, when Yuuri is weeping over a mustachioed teddy, and when Maya is the one offering comforting arms.

Maya gathers locks of Yuuri's hair between her fingers, gently plaiting it in absent-minded, loose braids, as they sit in their given quarters on piled up sheets. She half-cradles Yuuri, focusing on her hair and not the tears dripping down Yuuri's face.

This place sometimes gives things back to its residents, but it never seems to be what they really want. ]

Feeling any better?

[She asks finally, now that Yuuri's quieted a little.]

[serrata]

[ It's like a slap in the face, really.

They've been here long enough now, in this little facsimile of a happy, normal town that Yuuri's started to get a feel for the way things work. She used to, now, the comings and goings, the selfish little sting of disappointment when a friend leaves or when a new batch of arrivals are silently delivered and she doesn't recognize any of their faces. She shouldn't want any of them here with her. Even if she misses them it's not like she's alone. And they're better off at home where they belong.

Still, though. She can't help but feel her stomach twist every time someone's reunited with a friend they thought they wouldn't see again. Or the stabs of bitterness when yet another child shows up, finds themselves sorted into a family to be cared for and Yuuri thinks: You can bring this many children, but not her?

Maybe it's karma, then. Punishment for being so selfish, even if it's only in her own heart. Ruu never arrives, but Yuuri comes home one day to find a familiar bear sat on the sofa like it's waiting to be hugged and something inside her chest feels like it fractures.

She's calmed down a little now, but it's hard to say if she's doing better. She may not be actively weeping but tears are still dripping, rolling down her cheeks. But she seems detahced from them somehow, as if they're simply welling up and overflowing totally independently of Yuuri.

She's still cradling the bear in her lap. ]

Mmmn.

[ She can't nod or shake her head without ruining Maya's careful work so instead she just gives a soft noise of assent. Her throat's a little too clogged for her to actually say anything in response so she has to clear it a little before she can speak. ]

I'm... I'm sorry. You shouldn't've had to to come home and... see that.

Erina Estival | OC

[zweihandler]

[ i bet u can guess ]

heard you like murdergames

[axequestionslater]

[ so that sure was an announcement of someone being dead first thing in on friday morning huh?

Despite her better judgement telling her not to—as if she ever listens to it in the first place—Hilda finds herself at the scene of crime, looking rather shaken up for once. ]

Who would do something like this...?

[zweihandler]

Someone stupid as hell or stupidly desperate. Or both, I guess. Not like there's a lot of difference.

[ Erina's mad.

She's been doing a good job of at least pretending to be taking this all in stride since they woke up here. Even with the rules, even without Zwei, even with that kill or we'll kill the person you hold most dear motive, she's been doing her best. The others probably take it at face value. She knows Hilda doesn't.

Which is why she's here, hands jammed into her pockets and her mouth set in a grim line. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised but... god. She didn't think anyone was this stupid. And the victim -- she was a nice lady. Maybe a little weird (what the hell kind of title is Champion Book) but Erina can't imagine who would've decided she was better off dead.

She bounces on her heels, full of restless, angry energy and with nowhere for it to go. ]

Whoever it is, though. We'll find them.

Dave Strider | Homestuck | DRRP R3

[callbacks]

[No sex games, and I'm not really fond of option 7, either. And if you're going for the DRRP CRAU, no ships.]

Ardyn Izunia | FFXV | airlocked r2 | lifeaftr

[scourgingstars]

[no asylum/sex games pls, and if airlocked-CRAU edition, pls no ships he is spoken for]

setting 4, fuck rng i do what i want

[serrata]

[ Yuuri's, unfortunately, not a stranger to waking up somewhere with no memory of how she ended up there. She'd closed her eyes to the kitchen at home and opened them to a church of all things, laid out on one of the pews like a child that had nodded off during a long service.

It rather startles a few of the poor churchgoers when Yuuri leaps to her feet and starts demanding explanations loudly and at length.

It takes a little bit to calm her down but as it turns out, they're used to having to talk down panicked newcomers to this particular church. And there's no aliens, no cold void of space pressing at the windows so eventually she settles enough to get an explanation. She's not the first visitor from a distant land to wake up here, it turns out, and she certainly won't be the last. It's the aftermath of some ritual or another, originally intended to summon warriors to defend this poor little country. The war they were fighting ended over a century ago but visitors are still trickling in, a scant handful at a time. They're not often here long, usually just a few months or years (and Yuuri feels sick at the thought) and while they're here, the village does their best to find them work. An extra pair of hands at the blacksmith, another warm body harvesting the fields. That sort of thing. It's not ideal, but they always go home. Almost always, anyway.

It's not IG7 -- it doesn't sound like their style but it still all sounds so convenient and easy that all she can do is view it with suspicion. Maybe that's not unusual but it's clear that the kindly woman who's been doing her best to help still seems puzzled by just how agitated she is. Maybe that's why she pipes up, drawing attention to the PIP still attached to Yuuri's arm (and looking apologetic when Yuuri flinches away from her and holds it close to her chest). It's nothing to worry about, the woman says, but there was another visitor who arrived here just about a month ago with the same gadget attached to his arm. Wine red hair, yellow eyes, absurdly tall -- is there any chance Yuuri might...?

Not fifteen minutes later and Yuuri's out of the church with a name and address on a little slip of paper in her hand. If he really is here, then Yuuri doesn't dare believe her luck. But it could just as easily be a coincidence, a misunderstanding or a hundred thousand other things. She hasn't really got any choice but to find out the hard way.

She's been running the entire time she'd been heading away from the church but when she comes to the town square, a ridiculously picturesque little space with a fountain and a market and absolutely no indication of where she needs to go next. Panting for breath, Yuuri finally comes to a stop. Having an address is all well and good but if she has no idea where to find him then how is she ever going to find out if he's really here...? ]

Mari Ohara | Love Live! Sunshine!!

[shinyidea]

[ no sex for my baby girl ]

Super Sonico | fucking guess my guy

[torya]

[ I'M HOLDING MYSELF ACCOUNTABLE FOR FINALLY CANON REVIEWING AND PLAYING HER AGAIN!!!!!

anyway let's not do sex games but that's a given ]

who wants to have feelings about MURDERGAMES~? (YAAAY)

[caineraisingproject]

[Keenan drags himself into the station, totally exhausted from... whatever the hell was up with the Dream Rift... and flings himself heavily onto the couch next to Sonico.

His eyes wander... up, at the signs there. Particularly the one that reads IT HAS BEEN 25 WEEKS WITHOUT A MURDER.

And he laughs.]

Why. Why is that the single most comforting thing I've seen since I got here. What the hell is wrong with me, man.

"Zen" | Persona Q

[bowgun]

[No sex game setting, but totally down for murdergames. Also there will be heavy plot spoilers here but hey, if you haven't played PQ yet I assume you probably ain't gonna cuz god that game is a mess]

[sworntodeath]

[OOC: Spoilers for spoilers if that happens to come up. Also, totally good with Murdergame setting if we just wanna do that instead of roll for another setting.]

Korekiyo Shinguji | Danganronpa V3

[justpure]

[Regular or Nope's Peak CRAU. Not too sure about sex games, but willing to plot.]

Hester Golem | Teddy Scares

[hestergolem]

[Please, no sex games!]