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118th ♫ | asking myself over and over – "have i won? has a new me been reborn?"
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Oh, you didn't agree to come here? You want to go home? There's a weird rule in your resident ID about murder? Well, I guess there is one teeny tiny catch... Welcome to the murdergame meme: Airlocked Gaiden edition! This is a meme-ified version of the Airlocked sequel/Round 6 AU cooked up by myself and Jess made available for everyone to goof around with. HAVE FUN, GANG TL;DR: we still have airlocked brainrot Downtime
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
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? |
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[Annu sets her food down and sits. Stares at it a little.]
Did you remember something, I wonder?
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Of course, Brook tries to recover, but the truth is obvious.]
Remember-- [He makes a sad excuse for a scoffing noise.] Remember what? You think I forgot something?
[Unconsciously, he draws his sugary, coffee-less drink closer, like a comfort object.]
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[Annu's voice drops, only now realizing she hasn't got her gloves on. Dark magic stains creep up her hands.]
But it's something important this time.
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Well, what did you remember, then.
stealing from the kink meme for fun and profit
[And considering she's talked about her immediate friend group being a potion-brewing light princess and a literal demigod, that seems concerning!]
I don't even know how anything found us out there.
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[Picks at the bacon.]
Besides, it followed too much logic to be a dream. It was too coherent and it isn't fading away. The only reason I might think it was a dream...
[She puts her fork down and looks back up at him.]
Is if I wanted it to be.
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Why are you looking at me like that.
[He holds his drink even closer. What's it gonna do, shield him from the truth?]
You don't have to worry about my thinking it was a dream. Reapers don't sleep. Whatever it was... wasn't that.
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[Annu gives that smirk that she always seems to have. Maybe that's just her default facial expression?]
But it's important, if it's weighing on you like this. I imagine your job would have a lot of that.
[Says the person from a family of spirit mediums.]
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[Stone cold.]
And even if they weren't... it doesn't matter that much to me. It's not like I became a Reaper with noble intentions. That'd be stupid.
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[She folds her hands in front of her, food forgotten. It probably looks kind of creepy with the shiny black-to-purple gradient staining her hands.]
I didn't mention the people you killed specifically. If it's not them, then it's something else that you remembered.
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[He doesn't have anything to say to that.]
Can't it be a trick? Like how they try to tempt or threaten us into killing. I don't think amnesia works like this, there's no reason we'd all "remember" something at the same time.
[But that doesn't account for the X's.]
Did something... trigger it?
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[She runs a hand through her hair and thinks.]
I've heard a few things where I'm from, that transporting through spacetime is supposed to take a large toll. After all, it requires a lot of specific elements, especially with certain rituals. Sometimes it goes wrong. It's never happened to me, of course, but my mother used to tell me to be careful because if it went wrong, you could lose nearly all your memories, and they'd only come back over time.
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[They were, after all, certainly all transported through spacetime to get here. Right? If so, that's one more point in her favor, that whatever vision they experienced last night is actually memory popping back into place.]
Would that explain it coming back to all of us at the same time?
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[this is a shoukyokusai "charlie" tenichi callout post]
If this happens again, and we get another memory afterward...
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And if you’re right, and it just happens naturally, then… I don’t know.
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[She folds her hands and looks him over with a frown.]
Mostly on what they remember.
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[He ignores the message of her frown by taking a good, long chug of his diabetic disaster of a drink. When he finishes, he sets it down, sits back in his chair, and crosses his arms.]
Guess that makes sense.
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[He holds her gaze levelly for a few long seconds.]
I'm not gonna talk about it.
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