110th ♫ | all the things making us sick and tired turn into bubbles and disappear

[phaiinein]

The Murder Game Meme



You know the script. You wake up in a place you've never seen before, with a whole bunch of complete strangers and there's a mysterious voice or a mascot or what have you ready to let you know how things are going to work around here.

The rules are simple: You're trapped here, with no hope of release or rescue. You've been provided with all the basic necessities you need to live comfortably, and all you have to do is settle down and live out the rest of your days here in peace. But if you can't do that -- if you're really so desperate to escape that you'll do anything -- then there's one teeny tiny thing you have to do first.

All you have to do is kill somebody.

But it's not quite that simple. Every death will be followed by a period of investigation, followed by a trial in which the survivors will attempt to solve the mystery and out the culprit. If the survivors guess correctly and out the culprit, the killer is executed and life goes on. But if the survivors guess wrong, then the culprit is free as a bird and everyone else is executed.

Even with the promise of freedom, can you really bring yourself to kill so many other people?

tl;dr: it's a murdergame meme. TIME TO HAVE A BIG OL' MURDERGAME BLAST.


Settings

1. High School A classic! Doesn't matter if you're too old or too young to be in high school -- you've been enrolled and the only way for you to graduate is to kill a fellow student. But hey, the faculties are nice!
2. Tropical Island Weren't you just hankering for a nice tropical vacation? No? Too bad! You're going to have a nice sunny vacation at the beach and if you don't like it, just kill someone and go home. Simple!
3. Prison It doesn't matter if you don't remember committing any crime; you've been tried and found guilty of something or other and now you can go ahead and rot away in jail. If you ever want to see the sunlight again, better put that criminal mind to good use and get rid of your inmates.
4. Mall A huge mall stuffed full of stores, places to eat and all the regular amenities like deadbolted doors and the threat of death. It's like Black Friday but even worse because you can't leave and all the rest of the shoppers might actually kill you for real this time.
5. City Holy shit, you've got the run of a whole city this time around! Maybe with all this room to keep out of each other's way, you'll be able to make sure no one starts killing people. But probably not.
6. Cruise Boat YOU'RE ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKER. The accommodation is all five star, even if there's no one around to act as wait staff. The only snag is that you still have this whole murder thing hanging over your head – but on the plus side, they have those little drinks with the umbrellas in, so...
7. Space Station THE FINAL FRONTIER... Maybe you're familiar with space stations like this or maybe all this future tech is fascinating to you. Not like it matters either way, of course, because you won't be getting out of here unless you lay down a murder on someone.
8. Wildcard! None of the above scratch your murder itch? Go wild and come up with your own setting!



Downtime

1. Excuse Me, Who Are You? You've just woken up in this weird place and you have no idea what's going on. But hey -- maybe this stranger's more informed than you. Or maybe you can put your heads together and investigate what's going on.
2. Social Link Go! Well, if you're going to be stuck in here for however long, you might as well get to know the people stuck in here with you. You've got plenty of rooms to explore together and there's enough to do to keep you occupied. How do you plan on passing time without killing each other?
3. Vending Machine Woes Somewhere in this place there's a mysterious vending machine that spits out all manner of bizarre items and occasionally dispenses items that belong to you and the other people trapped here. You've got a fat stack of tokens and nothing to lose.
4. The Corners of My Mind So as it turns out, your lovely hosts have been fiddling with your memories. Maybe you're just discovering this now or maybe you've had a particularly upsetting memory regain you're dealing with.
4. Wildcard! GO WILD AND BE FREE (or as free as you can be here, anyways)



PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDER GAME

1. Motive Your mysterious overseer has decided there's not nearly enough murder going on and so they've ~helpfully~ given you a little push to do the deed. Maybe one of your loved ones is in danger, maybe they're offering more money than you could ever dream of or they're threatening to reveal your deepest darkest secrets. Whatever is it, would you kill for it?
2. Murder WELL APPARENTLY, YES. Are you a killer or are you being killed? Either way, someone's not walking away from this alive.
3. Body Discovery Rise and shine, murdergame! It's a brand new day and someone's dead. Better get investigating!
4. Trial You know how this one goes. Line up all your evidence and sniff out the killer -- or sit there and sweat and hope no one works out you're the murderer. Will they go down with a confession or put up a fight?
5. Afterparty You've survived another trial, but more of your friends have died. Even without the executions, trials are a stressful enough affair. It's time to destress and lick your wounds and support each other.
6. Mastermind It's the end. It's time to uncover all the mysteries behind this murder game -- and find out just who trapped you here. Are they really an unconnected party, or is the mastermind someone among you...?
7. Freedom Just as it says -- you're finally free, but at what cost? Have those you love been returned to you, or are you still reduced to just those who made it to the end? Are you on your own, or is anyone here to help you? And more importantly, how the hell are you going to get home?
8. Wildcard YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO


OPTIONAL FUN

Lots of murdergames have in-universe public profiles for other characters to get the skinny on yours. If you'd like to fill one out to post with your toplevel, peep at the code below!

<center><b>Name:</b> NAME | <b>TITLE (Super High School Level, Ultimate, Champion, etc)</b> <b>Age:</b> AGE | <b>Species:</b> SPECIES | <b>Occupation:</b> OCCUPATION <b>Likes:</b> LIKES <b>Dislikes:</b> DISLIKES <b>Traits:</b> A HANDFUL OF NOTABLE TRAITS <b>Trivia:</b> A PIECE OF TRIVIA</ul>

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Waver Velvet | Fate/ [servantswap AU]

[fionnuisce]

Name: Lord El-Melloi II | Super High School Level Ambition, Star-Crossed, The Professor
Age: 29 | Species: Mage | Occupation: Lord of Modern Magecraft Theory
Likes: Teaching, studying, roses
Dislikes: Failure, losing, himself
Traits: Reckless, sentimental, secretive
Trivia: Made an honorary Knight of Fianna at nineteen.

[general information/impressions in his journal! expect him to be the chief catherder that's constantly on his last nerve, checking in with the wallflowers/absent members at afterparties, and highly likely to be a sarcastic shithead at the mastermind given the chance. Can and will threaten to whack people with his cane if necessary.]

[and yeah, someone will have to pry his real name out of him with a crowbar]

gacha

[youthfulwhatever]

[ You know, they're stuck in a hellish murderschool and everything and people are dying, but sometimes there's peaceful days here! Sometimes things are nice and calm and – oh, never mind, there's Rika popping out of the little side room where all the vending machines are crammed in. ]

Hey, Professor guy! [ Here she comes to ruin his day!!! She pads over and stops in front of him, jamming her hands into those massive jacket pockets and giving him a butter-wouldn't-melt kind of smile. ] Couldn't do me a solid, could ya? Have you got any of those vending machine tokens on you?

[gonepostal]

[There's almost a routine to it now: the trial ends and Su Fei knows who is most likely to seek her out and who will feel more comfortable talking to Waver instead. More than once, a crutch has lifted up to meet a risen cane with a snarky comment ready to go to defuse at least some of the tension, even if they all know the cane is (probably) coming down slowly. They take turns forcing structure back upon this strange collection of people finding themselves ever more used to violence. Su Fei heard Lord on day one and made her distaste of the nobility clear, but she has found understanding with her fellow cat-herder.

Still, this trial leaves all of them exhausted. They all do, but this time, the survivors barely manage to put together an afterparty, or anything resembling one. Su Fei had delivered her findings from examining the corpse at the trial with her usual steadiness, but something like worry had creaaed even her brow. No one deserves any of this, but some days are harder than others.

But eventually, once all the absentees and wallflowers are fully accounted for, Waver will hear the familiar click-step sound of Su Fei's approach.]

You eaten yet?

afterparty

[escardos]

[ well, another trial has ended and someone else has been executed for their failed attempt at a perfect crime. in other words— it’s time for a party! people look downtrodden and tired, but hey! there’s food and they’re alive, so what’s not to celebrate?

and while this may not be his professor, flat still gravitates towards him, munching on pizza like someone wasn’t just killed an hour ago, nor that he had been the suspect for a good chunk of the trial. ]

Hey, Professor! Did you try the pizza?

Su Fei | OC

[gonepostal]

Name: Su Fei
Age: 27 | Species: Human | Occupation: Courier
Likes: Flying, jewelry, flowers, spicy food, alcohol
Dislikes: Fire, dogs, mad science and magic equivalents thereof, immortality
Traits: Loud, violent, friendly, sisterly
Trivia: Highly capable with an axe, both for combat and woodcutting purposes

[su fei is an oc! tl;dr former soldier turned mail courier after the loss of her leg in an uprising against an oppressive empire; boisterous and friendly, big sister sort, with lots of trauma. there's some info about her here. i have not traditionally played in title-assigning murdergames, so i skipped out on giving her one, but can come up with one if you want! su fei can be played as having regained her service animal qilin somehow for shenanigans, but will probably be without, especially in indoor settings, meaning she'll be primarily using her forearm crutches to get around. used to violent and traumatic situations, she's the sort who will be trying to take responsibility for goings-on (though happy to defer to those better suited to handle it), making sure people are organized and taken care of. has minimal medical knowledge but will absolutely be the person to touch the body; she's not squeamish. doesn't necessarily cut murderers slack, but tends to be less judgmental of them than others might be, depending. working extremely hard to keep her cool, to varying effect.]

[696_9]

[Well, that case was a mess. They've all sucked, really, but this time when everyone shuffles into the cafeteria, there's not much being said. Nana's busied herself with a plate of candies from the pantry rather than any of the actual food, and she glances over at Su Fei.]

Hey. Why do you do the body examinations, anyway?

Lambda | OC

[amorevolous]

Name: LΛmbda | Champion Love Freak | Cute Cupid
Age: Yes | Species: Virtuadoll | Occupation: Virtuadoll
Likes: Music, flowers, chocolate, romance, humans
Dislikes: Being left alone
Traits: Loyal, lighthearted, lovey-dovey.
Trivia: Lambda's favourite genre of music is electro pop.

[ I AM A NORMAL AI. COME CLOSER. Image ref here and I don't have an impressions post yet but she is functionally in her late teens/early 20s for whatever it matters cos she's a singing robot

Lambda is an AI that has?? presumably?? been yeeted into a physical body for murdergame purposes. She's peppy and cheerful and cute and sweet and all that good stuff. She likes gossip and romance and singing. She's curious and inquisitive and despite having the energy of someone with no brain, she's viciously clever. She's also completely fucking unhinged!!! She loves humans, but she also has a very limited understanding of human morality, social norms and values which means she can be shockingly callous and cruel to the humans around her with basically zero malice intended. She's kind of innocent only in the sense that since she doesn't really understand what she's doing, you can't exactly call her bad. She just wants to make people happy!! She just has a terrible way of going about it!!!! ]

Nanase Nana | The Girl In Twilight

[696_9]

Name: Nanase Nana | SHSL Girly-Girl/Crystalline/The Runaway Bride
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student, occult researcher
Likes: Pink, boys, antique radios, agency
Dislikes: Expectations, being trapped, her stupid name, snow bunnies
Traits: Carefree, willful, rebellious, gullible
Trivia: Nana's natural hair colour is brown.

[Nana gets understandably upset when you all wake up here, but after the first day or two, starts to make herself at home and insist that murder land can't really be that bad. This doesn't last through the actual murders, and she starts stirring the pot and making herself a nuisance by prank-calling the overseer, making dirty jokes, and joining in on other people's plots. She presents herself as an airhead, but maybe there's more to it...]

Annaliese | Original

[fairfortune]

Name: Annaliese | Super High School Level Good Luck | Fortune's Favourite
Age: 23 | Species: Human | Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Likes: Sea air, unusual flora and fauna, old books
Dislikes: Castles, humid weather, being alone
Traits: Curious, clever, carefree
Trivia: The number of poisonous plants and animals that Annaliese has picked up with her bare hands is, unfortunately, not zero.

[ Impressions & permissions here! A travelling adventurer (and, secretly, a runaway princess) from the distant European Fantasy Past. Polite, friendly, observant, good-natured and clever but also just... deeply weird!!! Some of it is in a charmingly kooky sort of way, some of it is... you just know she would be one hair away from becoming a Resident Evil villain if she was born into a different genre. Her curiosity leads her to dig into everything she can get her nose into, so she's great for investigations and unsettlingly good at and okay with bodytouching and handling gory body discoveries. The type to stick her hand in compost if she thinks there's a good clue in there.

She spends lots of time in places like libraries, workshops, arts & crafts rooms and basically anywhere she can do learning and tinkering. She's also particularly fascinated with modern appliances and has to be talked down from dismantling the fridge at least once a week because she wants to figure out how it works that badly. She probably does a lot of organizing of things like meetings and afterparties and genuinely tries to befriend everyone and has a sincere belief in everyone's good will – which means she gets especially angry at those who do go through with killing, especially for selfish reasons and especially especially if anybody hurts any of the kids. ]

[696_9]

I guess we don't really need the microwave.

[Nana comes into the kitchen just as Annaliese is eyeing the modern technology again. She rolls her eyes and heads for the fridge.]

But don't they have some kind of property damage rule in here or something?

Ardyn Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[scourgingstars]

Name: Ardyn Lucis Caelum | Super High School Level Scapegoat, Champion of Lucis, Dyskrasia
Age: 32 | Species: Human | Occupation: Healer
Likes: The world, chess, his brother
Dislikes: Suffering, illness, failure
Traits: Compassionate, stubborn, pacifistic
Trivia: Ardyn's native language is indistinguishable from Latin.

[An extremely compassionate man in his early 30s, who takes every loss particularly hard and has trouble voting like only the really bleeding heart types do. He's...more than a little old-fashioned and has trouble grasping the concept of most modern technology. While the kind of person that makes it easy to doubt if he can get angry, he's extremely serious when it comes to trials and other such life-and-death situations. Tries very hard to encourage others when necessary, but...well, he's also very tired.]

[this is the toplevel for jesus christ superstar because i could not justify doing only one.]

[detectiveforhierophant]

[...He'd come to dread Thursdays and Fridays.

Another body. Another murder he wasn't able to stop from happening.]

[As much as he tried to keep tabs on everyone, especially the kids, he's only one man, and he needed to sleep at some point. Even with trying to stay up to keep a look out, he eventually crashed, only to awaken to that awful announcement.]

[He stood in the doorway of the newest crime scene, pulling on a pair of latex gloves he'd gotten from the nurses office. Wasn't ideal, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.

Gather clues, look for the motives, get prepped for the 'class trial'. Focus. This wasn't anything new. He'd seen plenty of dead bodies before...]

[--Someone else was coming up behind him, and Dojima glanced over his shoulder.]

...Ardyn-san, [a nod, before looking back into the room]... there looks like there's a lot of blood splatter with this one. You may want to sit this one out.

Ardyn Izunia | you know

[scourgingstars]

Name: Ardyn Izunia | Champion of the Infernian, Adagium, The Rakshasa King
Age: Yes | Species: Unknown | Occupation: Imperial Chancellor
Likes: Wine, chess, vengeance
Dislikes: Everything, everyone, his brother
Traits: Obnoxious, cheerful, nihilistic
Trivia: Ardyn's only love is his car.

[Imagine the most cheerfully obnoxious person you can think of. No, worse. Worse than that. Keep going, and that's something approaching Ardyn. In almost comically high spirits as things get worse and worse, one might get the impression he doesn't care about a single person or thing around him.]

[He better hope he doesn't catch feelings!]

[696_9]

[Ugh, weird adults. Nana hasn't been picking any fights per se, though she's made as many snarky comments as she has with anyone else in this murdercan, but she rolls her eyes when Ardyn comes into the vending machine room.]

I'd say not to waste your coins, but it's not like there's anything else to spend them on. I got four of those stupid little sticker things.

[She waves around a roll of butter labels.]

moon knight | mcu

[worthprotecting]

Name: Marc Spector | Champion of Khonshu | The Lunatic
Age: 38 | Species: Human | Occupation: Avatar
Likes: Alcohol, justice, Tomb Buster, Chicago Cubs
Dislikes: Psychiatry, family, himself
Traits: Violent, protective, quiet, guilt-ridden
Trivia: (His) God won't let him die

[So the funny thing about the profile is that everything about it is in regards to Marc. There's not a single scrap of anything there that relates to Steven. Doesn't acknowledge him at all.

Which makes the fact that Steven fronts a lot potentially confusing.

Marc fronts when there's danger, generally, or when Steven is uncomfortable and asks for his help. He's very American, and Latino, and Jewish, all of these things, a lot. He doesn't speak up much, but when he does, it's usually to threaten someone, to protect someone else, or to espouse how fucking ridiculous this all is. (He does not say "how am I gonna kill my way out of this one", but that's the vibe he gives off. Which...is bad, given the name of the game!)

Steven takes care of a lot of the social aspects. He's less quiet in that he talks a lot, babbles really, and he's also more likely to raise his voice when shit's happening. He'd like to be the voice of reason and peace. But. It's also clear he's got a threshold. And it's impossible to tell how he'll react when it's crossed: if he's going to have a sobbing breakdown, or if he's going to snap and shank someone. (por que no los dos???) He is also, notably, very English. If you're not English, he sounds like proper Englishman, probably born and raised, all that. If you are English, he sounds exactly like an American doing a bad accent from watching too much BBC like a fucking teaboo.

Marc is good to have around when murders happen. He's used to bodies, blood, violence. Might not be great at divining the cause, but he can do investigations and inspections. Steven's good to have around in the aftermath, offering up tea and a hug to whoever needs. Together, they aren't bad in trials. Sure, it's still one brain, but wired different ways, so they might be able to talk each other into the right directions. On the other hand, they are both emotionally volatile, so...there might be plenty of derailing, too.

(And hey. If someone accuses them of doing something with a particular brand of viciousness, and neither of them remember...? Well. I'm sure that's just fine.)]

[fionnuisce]

[Leaning on a cane with one hand and tossing a suspicious regain coin to himself with the other while frowning at the vending machine which accepted them, the Professor (or so he elected to ask people to call him in place of a name) looked up as he heard someone else walk in.]

...Given the current trend, I'm worried there's at minimum a ninety percent chance a live animal will magically pop out of this damn thing.

[Unfortunately, he is also very English. Fortunately, he has yet to ask the obvious question. So far.]

clint barton | mcu

[brandingproblem]

Name: Clint Barton | Champion Marksman | The Left Behind | Heart Broken
Age: 52 | Species: Human | Occupation: Avenger(?)
Likes: Dogs, working with his hands, giving the benefit of the doubt, gosh he loves arrows
Dislikes: Mind control powers, shitty cosplay, collecting arrows after shooting them, power grabs
Traits: Accurate, flexible, cagey, snarky
Trivia: Is technically a member of the New York City Live Action Role Players.

[He is so fucking tired my dudes.

He's seen some weird and unsettling shit in his life, so, you know what? Buncha people stolen away into some interdimensional murder party? Sure. Fucking why not. Oh, he's going to try and figure a way out of this, that's for sure, but when the initial alarm has passed, he's very resigned to this bullshit.

Among things that will come out of [insert gachapon method here] that are his: nerf bow and arrow set, a black and gold tinged outfit, plastic pseudo-samurai sword, what looks to be just a hunk of weird orange rock, a silver necklace with an arrow charm, and a rolex watch with an engraving on the back.

Tends to keep his cool right up until he doesn't. Tries not to act parental around the under-20s (or under-30s) but...ends up doing so anyway, a lot of the time, especially in teaching what he thinks are basic skills (first aid on yourself, self defense lessons). Not the most booksmart, but definitely streetsmart, very perceptive, and tends to see things from angles others don't. Figuratively and literally. If there are high up places to perch, he will find them and perch and watch. Never misses. Literally. If it's physically possible for him to hit something/someone with something else, he always hits his mark.

Thankfully no one has seen fit to mess with his hearing aid. If he isn't responding to you...he might have turned it off.]

Deadland Time!

[cuttingremark]

[For everyone's health and safety, Loki has been doing his best to avoid Clint. He's been pretty successful, outside of the couple of 'trials' they've been forced into.

None of that really matters now that they're both dead, does it?

Loki had been first. Executed for stabbing one of the younger members of their group after someone else botched a poisoning attempt. Most everyone seemed to understand that it had been a mercy killing, but Barton was unreadable as always.

He didn't really expect to go to Valhalla, but this strange island was also completely unexpected. What was more unexpected was the presence of those few who had died in the manor before him. Including his own victim. Perhaps it was all some kind of sick joke the Norns were playing.

A loud gong signaled the arrival of another pair of newly dead (he remembered waking up to the same gong after the world faded to black around him.) Morbid curiosity got the better of him, so he went to the little row of bungalows where he's awoken just in time to see one of the newcomers stumble out of a previously vacant door.]

Good morning, Barton. I have to say, I'm rather surprised to see you joining us so soon.

Arven | Pokemon Scarlet/Violet (likely spoilers in threads)

[friendwich]

Name: Arven | Champion (SHSL) Cook, The Legend Seeker, Determined
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student
Likes: Cooking, Cute things, Mabosstiff
Dislikes: His parents, bossy people, being overlooked
Traits: Devoted, prickly, awkward, emotional
Trivia: Arven is the son of a world famous professor!

[Arven might seem a little standoffish at first, clearly not super trusting of a bunch of strangers and rather rude to start with. But over time he certainly warms up to those that are kind to him- but anyone that antagonizes him might find him hard to win back around. He can be easily excitable and when the deaths start he ... doesn't take it well, at all. Still he does his best to be helpful, and even if he doesn't have much in the way of forensic skill, he IS a good researcher though and has an eye for detail. So he might cling to any investigative types to learn if they show him any approval what-so-ever. He also will try to look out for any younger kids with a very big brother air.

Eventually if he doesn't die right away a very good boy might show up from the gatcha!]

[daggardaggardaggar]

[teenager in a murdergame, more like free grandchild]

[Honestly it's not totally unexpected to Daggar that she might have ended up in a prison, given some of things she and her party have done. Ending up in one alone is a bit more worrying. The rules about murder are definitely so.]

[That there was a non-zero number of kids here? She might be down for a little murder herself, once they managed to find the people actually in charge of things.]

[Things didn't get easier once the actual trials started, and made it clear more than once that these kids weren't above involving themselves even more deeply.]

[This had been a rough one.]

[But there were other people who obviously needed help more than Daggar did at the moment, and very conveniently they'd gathered en masse in the canteen. This is definitely not any kind of coping mechanism.]

[Regardless of who is unhealthily shoving down their trauma for the alleged sake of who, the end result is Arven having a large tray of simple but nourishing foods pushed across a table at him by a hardwood stump of an old woman. Yellow eyes peer at him seriously over the top of darkened glasses lenses. You know, the kind they definitely had in medieval fantasy settings, it's fine.]

You should at least drink the broth from the soup. Rehydrate.

Daggar Eudonia | DnD OC

[daggardaggardaggar]

Name: Daggar Eudonia | Champion of Vaaro's Victory, The Compromised, Shielding
Age: Rude | Species: Human | Occupation: Adventurer
Likes: Peace, her family, hot water, fruit tarts
Dislikes: Casinos, power unrestrained, seafood, aberrations
Traits: Protective, domestic, hands-on, ruthless
Trivia: She is not actually named after the type of knife.


[Oh, she fucking hates that Champion title so much? She will publicly yell at the Overseer(s) about it day one, probably while trying to physically fight them over literally everything else.]

[As the game progresses, there's- there's a lot of stress baking. Plus or minus a learning curve on any kitchen equipment more modern than a wood-burning stove because what. There's a heavy learning curve to any kind of modern technology, really.]

[Also burns off stress by working with any melee weapons available- training or otherwise- and eventually offers self-defense combat training to anyone who wants it.]

[Not super useful in terms of sussing out the facts of any cases unless practical expertise in melee combat is needed, probably works out at least one culprit based on motivations.]

[Absolutely refuses to vote for children.]

[Oh, and if you're somewhere under your mid-twenties you're getting grandma'd at. Do not resist.]

[If she becomes a culprit it's almost certainly in defense of someone else or a messed up agreed-upon thing with another adult in the face of a really terrible motive, probably involving hostages or a TPK.]

Prison

[kittypup]

[PuppyCat hasn't made much of an effort yet to talk to Daggar. Then again, he hasn't made much of an effort yet to do much of anything, it seems, though they've been locked in the murderslammer for at least a week. No one's dead... yet. Even so, PuppyCat could show a little more interest than he regularly does.

Maybe that's what's happening now. He walks up to Daggar on two stubby legs that look like they oughta make those cutesy anime pet mascot noises at every footfall and, somehow, crosses his arms across his chest.

He stares up at her for a moment before speaking his ridiculous Vocaloid noises.]

(So I hear... you teach punching.)

James Moriarty (Ruler) | Fate/Grand Order

[divisors]

Name: James Moriarty | Butterfly of Evil, the Wicked Emperor, the Evil Charisma
Age: in his 20s | Species: Heroic Spirit | Occupation: Professor of Mathematics, Criminal Mastermind
Likes: Math, evil deeds, complication, understanding all there is to know
Dislikes: Detectives, evil, simple-minded people, waterfalls
Traits: Intelligent, charming, cool-headed, ruthless, insecure
Trivia: His thesis, The Dynamics of an Asteroid, is not ready to be presented...yet.

[The very image of an evil mastermind, though...what's with those dark eyes, and that clown makeup? He clearly looks down on others, and is the type to react to his circumstances with a cool head, though he's prissy at his best and cruelly sarcastic at his worse. He's not here to make friends....though he does get huffy if you're the type to get buddy-buddy with him. He will not pretend he's not what he is, though he will state at any opportunity that he's merely a neutral party and arbiter of evil, not some common murderer.....(and its true...he's never murdered anyone before.)]

[696_9]

[They've awoken with new memories again a few days after another trial, so it's normal for a bunch of the captives to be acting weird. Nana, for her part, has been looking away and finding excuses to be elsewhere all day. But when Moriarty's in the lunchroom, and Nana comes in, she pauses at the door and then sits over at his table and puts in an order on the machine without asking.]

So what's the whole "Butterfly of Evil" thing about, anyway?

Ziggy Berman (young) | Fear Street

[reallysang]

Name: Christine Berman | Champion Camper | Wayward Daughter
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: Survivor
Likes: David Bowie, Stephen King, pranks, fighting
Dislikes: Giving up, curses, Sunnyside
Traits: rebellious, scrappy, sororal
Trivia: One time, Ziggy was nearly hanged and set on fire.

[ You ever wanted a rude teenager from 1978 in your murdergame? No? Well, now you've got one! She swears so much and is so rude. But like... especially if you're also a rude teen, you might enter the category of "eh, alright." Terrible taste in boys, though.

Also might try to fight you if you call her Christine. ]

Jade West | Victorious

[shearpower]

Name: Jade West | Shear Force of Will / Champion Mean Friend / Eight Hour theslap.com Video Goes Here
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student/Filmmaker
Likes: Singing, being mean, her boyfriend, Rabbits (2002), rabbits, cats, Cat, Tori(?)
Dislikes: Everything else, Tori
Traits: Standoffish, aggressive, defrosting(?)
Trivia: Jade West is wanted for conspiracy to assault the dictator of a small island nation.

[ So! This is Jade West!! Yes, really! She's very mean if she doesn't know you, and maybe slightly meaner if you do know her? But luckily for everyone here, she is mostly incredibly mean to the npcs. Even the sympathetic ones.

But if someone actually makes the effort to bother her into proper friendship, there's so much to love! Like how demanding she can be! And how she gets slightly less mean to you! But she's also like, a teenager. She's very smart, and very intuitive, and clearly somewhat more upset by this whole situation than she's willing to let on, especially at vulnerable moments like afterparties and body discoveries.

Also every once in a while she drops some absolutely batshit nonsense real thing that happened to her, because her life is a fucking shitshow imagined by a horrible little clown. ]

[gonepostal]

[Despite Jade's, uh, Everything, Su Fei likes her. She's just a kid. It's hard to blame her too much for being the way that she is, especially here. So each mean comment gets something snarky in return; Su Fei can meet sharpness with sharpness back, but always with a smirk, careful not to push too far. She tries to look out for everyone she can, really, especially the kids, but she's recognized that she has to mind not being overbearing with Jade. It's a rare thing to see Su Fei serious, in any case.

Less rare each week, as they realize the bodies will keep piling—Su Fei will not disrespect death. She can keep up that sisterly energy in between, but when the corpses are found they let her, utterly unsqueamish and knowledgeable enough, examine them and report back at the trial with a steady sort of gravity. When the trial is settled and the deed is done, she makes sure the others know they have someone to go to, in that unspoken way of hers, and by Monday she is boisterous and open all over again.

But it's Friday now, and there is a familiar click-step of Su Fei on her crutches alongside Jade, the sound underneath ongoing banter on the way to breakfast down the hall. It stops, though, all at once, Su Fei raising one arm long enough to keep Jade from walking any further forward when she sees the blood pooling out from the open doorway.]

...You should go.

[She can take care of this. She can do what needs to be done, she thinks, find Jade after. Jade has dealt with enough already.]

Rudifell deStratos | Fallen London OC

[deliciousfriend]

Name: Rudifell deStratos | The Citizen | Champion of the Gracious Widow
Age: Unnecessary | Species: Human | Occupation: Trickster
Likes: Urchins, rubbery men, probing (but not too probing) questions, being a connoisseur of neathy delights
Dislikes: The game of Dagger or Flint, unnecessary roughness, the rich and affluent who have no pity for the poor, Mr. Eaten
Traits: Inescapable, sagacious, irresistible, compelling
Trivia: Rudi has written a series of competent-to-compelling short stories

[If any of the scenarios take place outside/where there is the ability to be outside, boy, Rudi sure...is going to not know what to do with that. With sky and white clouds that pour down drinkable water and The Sun? They'll spend most of their time inside, thanks.

They are friendly to a point, ask questions about everything, and like to stalk and follow and watch from a distance. Writes a lot. Writes a lot. Their notes could be useful in a trial! ...Depending on what Rudi's decided is important to jot down. It's clear wherever they're from works on ssssssomewhat different rules than one might be used to.]

Professor Turo (?) | Pokemon

[tworo]

Name: Professor Turo | Champion of Paradise, Innovative
Age: 42 | Species: Human | Occupation: Researcher
Likes: His work, Paradox Pokemon, machines
Dislikes: Interference, disloyalty, distractions
Traits: Dedicated, intelligent, perfectionistic, obsessive
Trivia: Turo is the only human to ever live full-time in the Area Zero crater!

[Turo seems like a decent person to be stuck in here with, overall? He's a little hard to really get to know; while he's friendly enough and often interested to hear about other peoples' lives and worlds, he rarely speaks much about himself unless prompted. Always seems to avoid parties, too, unless they're combined with a group meeting. But he's thoughtful and practical, typically focused on supporting everyone else when motives or other nasty events happen. The deaths seem to shake him, but he retains his focus, making for a thorough and deliberate investigator who's occasionally quite cutting in his observations.

Even when the trials are over, he remains quite stoic. At least, he never sheds a single tear about any of it in public. Is that weird?

He'll do his best to look out for any teenagers or younger children around in particular! For whatever reason, he also seems especially interested in getting to know people who aren't human.]

[kittypup]

[Well, here's a... person. Though PuppyCat's the right size to be some child's young starter Pokémon, he has insisted that he's a man, while remaining noncommittal on the "human" question. What he is is kind of useless and rude. By and large, he's reacted to their situation as though none of it actually applies to him and has been rather selfish about resources and supplies.

Today doesn't seem like it'll be any different. He's at the regain dispenser--a crane game in the arcade of this space murdermall--throwing a full slide-whistling fit as he tries to shake the machine with his worthless, stubby paws.]

(YOU FIEND! GIVE! ME! PRETTYYYYYY PATRIIIICKKKK!)

PuppyCat | Bee and PuppyCat

[kittypup]

Name: PuppyCat | Little Monster; Champion Shiftless Layabout
Age: ?? | Species: Cat...? Or, uh, maybe a puppy? | Occupation: Temp agent; candy hunter (formerly)
Likes: His ship, cool stuff, Bee, Wesley Wizard, Pretty Patrick, Pretty Patrick Lunchtime, punching, sleeping, eating off the floor
Dislikes: The Space Warlocks, working, commitment, accepting responsibility for his own life choices
Traits: Selfish, stupid, lazy
Trivia: Though he looks like a cat, he totally has a dog smell.

[This is... that's... what? Is this grouchy-looking thing someone's pet, or maybe some kind of Pokémon? It's got to be, right? Why does it have its own profile? It--oh, god, even though it only makes weird Vocaloid noises, somehow, you understand what it's saying. Maybe you wish you didn't.

While PuppyCat looks like an adorable marshmallow creature, he acts like the kind of feckless loser that might be voiced by Steve Blum in the 90s. He is strikingly inconsiderate towards everyone, refuses to treat the situation with the gravity it deserves, and never helps. He isn't actively threatening, at least. Even if he wanted to be, his hardest blows feel like pillowy little paw boops, awwww, and surely there's no way he can commit murder at his size and strength. But oh my god, what a turd muffin. And he's so heavy. And when he stress-eats, his body gets all... mushy? Everything about him is so weird.

He might warm up eventually to anyone who can put up with his attitude, and he can actually pull his own weight. Maybe. If he feels like it. Or likes you enough. But ever since he was little (though, uh, bigger than he is now; it's a long story), he's run away from problems rather than face them, and, what, is he going to stop for you guys?]

[himbomb]

Ohhhhh, great.

[PuppyCat will be met by an equally scowly, chronically angry-eyebrowed teenager, who also happens to possess a similar penchant for being selfish, stupid, and lazy. Oh! And don't forget "ill-tempered." Rex folds a pair of broad arms over his chest, breathing out an unnecessarily loud puff of air, which is yet another horrible phrase that could be used to describe this cocky superhero.]

Is this what happens when some rich jackass's dumpy little toddler asks him to "bring home some pussy?"

[Rex really has no right to judge... His superhero name is "Rex Splode" and he's dressed like a condom cosplaying as a traffic cone-]

He just goes right on ahead and picks that?!

It looks sort of like what you'd get if Sanrio threw up all over a Looney-Toon.

[And now, he finally chooses to address the marshmallow thing with an accusatory gloved finger...]

Don't piss on the carpet.

Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic Prime

[prime_spacetime]

Name: Sonic the Hedgehog | The Blue Blur, Chancer
Age: 15 | Species: Hedgehog | Occupation: Unemployed
Likes: Running, freedom, chili dogs, adventure
Dislikes: Bullies, deep water, being confined
Traits: Laid back, cocky, fun-loving
Trivia: Sonic (allegedly) destroyed his home reality

[ Sonic is... not very helpful with any of the investigations, that's for sure. He's far from stupid, but he really does not have the patience for this kind of thing, and during trials this can cause... problems. He is likely the cause of plenty of derailing conversations and hijinks, though when things get serious he's all in.

Still, the deaths... really wear on him. He works hard to keep moral up, and never breaks down, but it's clear that not being able to make any meaningful progress to stop it is grinding him down]

[696_9]

[Weirdly, Sonic and Nana tend to have similar memories on regain day. Well, with a baseline of "adventure in new dimension with some weird gimmick, met alternate versions of my friends, fought some guy," anyway. So she starts actually seeking him out on Sunday mornings. Not that there's a lot of space on the island, anyway.]

You too? This week it was an Old West town, like off those cowboy movies.

Surge the Tenrec | Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW)

[mutualashuradestruction]

Name: Surge the Tenrec | Champion Scourger, The Bleeding Edge
Age: 15 | Species: Tenrec (Enhanced) | Occupation: Unemployed
Likes: Freedom, power, winning, fighting
Dislikes: Losing, doctors, going to sleep, that blasted hedgehog
Traits: Headstrong, confident, rash, tenacious
Trivia: Surge has died so many times. So many.

[Here to cause problems on purpose. Makes little secret about being in it to win, almost certainly draws suspicion every trial and is too down to vote.]

[Catches feelings slowly and unwillingly if anyone actually validates her or gives her respect and hates every second of it.]

[Despite it all is a scared, hurt teenager who only knows how to lash out, and copes with the growing stress of all the deaths by getting more withdrawn and hair-trigger. Have fun with that.]

[makura]

[ It's the tail end of yet another horrendous week in the Hyperion Academy of Heroism and with it, another trial has come and gone. Not that you'd know it from the music pounding in the gym and the decorations strung up there – it looks more like a birthday party than a funeral... though Sei's pretty sure that even without her brand of encouragement, nobody here would want to admit that their little after-trial gatherings are funerals.

Still! It's better for everyone to be together after a big shake-up like this. And everyone means everyone. ]

Oooooi! Tenten! [ BANG BANG BANG comes the sound of Sei "knocking" """politely""" on Surge's door. A–are we sure she didn't get slapped with Monstrous Strength EX when Jack summoned her here?! ] Didja get your invite? I came to deliver a spare one just in case!

Sei Shounagon | Fate/Grand Order

[makura]

Name: Sei Shounagon | Champion Pillow Talker, Dazzling Girl
Age: Yes | Species: Servant | Occupation: Archer Class
Likes: Dazzling fashion, new sights and sounds, dawn in springtime
Dislikes: Fighting, dull colours
Traits: Dazzling, Dauntless, Weak to Enuma Elish
Trivia: She prefers to be called "Nagiko".

[ HEIAN... BEAAAAAM!!! Sei (or Nagiko, as she would rather be called) is a high-energy, intensely extroverted and sociable girl whose first manner of business on arriving in the murdergame would have been to 1) make friends with everyone and 2) give them nicknames. Despite her appearance and uh... everything else about her, the name on her profile is no coincidence – she really is the historical Sei Shounagon because FGO do be wildin and she'll make no attempt to downplay or cover this up now it's out in the open.

She'll spend most of her time and energy doing a lot of the social networking around the game, so to speak – any parties (post-trial or otherwise) are arranged by her and she's prone to throwing impromptu gatherings and parties to try and lift everyone's spirits when morale is flagging. Her flighty, boisterous nature can give off the impression that she's all heart and no brain but she's surprisingly emotionally intelligent and insightful and is good at offering a kind word or an encouraging talk and an occasional sharp insight at a trial. She just happens to dumb as a sack of rocks as well!!!

How beautiful is the dawn... especially at the end of a murdergame, I guess. ]

[cyberpunkrock]

For fuck's sake...

[Priss grumbles and half-heartedly kicks the gacha machine after receiving yet another bag of potting soil. She looks up at Sei and rubs her forehead.]

Nothing good in here today. Maybe you'll have better luck. I just wanted my stuff, or at least something half-useful on a space station.

Andrew | The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

[bloodcleave]

Name: Andrew --- | SHSL Accomplice, The Enabler, Parasite-riddled hombody
Age: 19 | Species: Human | Occupation: Fugitive
Likes: Dark humor, a good buffet, security, his sister
Dislikes: Confinement, being badgered, his sister
Traits: Passive, sarcastic, romantic, violent
Trivia: Hates being called Andy

[Andrew seems like one of the more boring people here. No dramatic powers, backstory or world. Just a normal Guy. I mean, maybe other modern humans might find a few details about how brutal the government is where he's from and how casual he is about it a bit off putting. But otherwise just a normal guy!

He mostly tries to stay out of the more dangerous-looking captives' way and keep his head down. But as time goes on it's pretty clear he's Not Okay. He barely sleeps, chews on his fingers with growing stress, and snaps easily into screaming matches during trials.

And occasionally.... just goes completely calm. His eyes glassy and dead as he blandly threatens someone pissing him off. Sure, he's apologetic afterward but... it's a little scary compared to his usual snarky and anxious self.

And no matter what anyone says at any meetings, he never shares his motives.]

((ooc: spoiler-y cws, highlight here: murder, cannibalism, toxic relationships, gaslighting/manipulation, dissociation, organ harvesting, untreated ptsd, emotional incest ))

Aesc the Savior | Fate/Grand Order | LOSTBELT 6 SPOILERS

[askefise]

Name: Aesc | Champion Of Salvation, Stranger of Paradise
Age: Yes, She Has One | Species: Avalon le Fae | Occupation: Savior
Likes: Irrelevant
Dislikes: Irrelevant
Traits: Talented, Thorough, Tired
Trivia: Aesc's greatest fear is insects, particular caterpillars.

[ NO PROPER TOPLEVEL BC I HAVE TO GO SLEEPYBYE BUT YOU CAN HIT ME UP WITH WHATEVER YOU LIKE BC THIS IS JUST FOR VOICETESTING ANYWAY BYEEEEE ]

intro log

[696_9]

[Nana looks over the profile in her student handbook, then glances at Aesc.]

Wow, did they just give up writing yours or did you, like, pay them off?