118th ♫ | asking myself over and over – "have i won? has a new me been reborn?"

[phaiinein]

Welcome, Champions, to the Tulipa Residency Station, the #1 top voted temporary home away from home, currently orbiting the beautiful uninhabited planet of Seraphim #52973! You've been given the very exciting opportunity to test out our facilities for free over the next few weeks. All the food fun and relaxation you could ever want alongside a beautiful view, at absolutely no cost! If space makes you anxious, don't fret! We have an on-board therapist, the distinguished Doctor Maruki here to attend to your every need! 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 THE BASICS: This meme is for threads/plots/mingles/whatever set in an Airlocked-based AU as outlined above. You don't need to be Airlocked alumni to play here but some familiarity with the game's vibes and mechanics is useful! The game's setting is Tulipa Residency Station, a high class space station orbiting an unoccupied planet. It's basically a cross between a super fancy hotel and a super fancy cruise liner so feel free to make up fitting locations as you see fit. AND YES, YOU CAN HAVE ROOMMATES. Slap up a toplevel quickly outlining what's going on with your character in the tradition of murdergame memes gone by – you can also outline your character's role in the game, how long they last and maybe give ideas for progressive CR, memory reveals, that sort of thing! TAG AROUND AND HAVE FUN THAT PART IS NOT OPTIONAL PROMPTS: 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? CHAMPION PROFILE CODE: <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</center>

Comments

[reaperrabbit]

People must be pretty different where you're from, Professor.

[Ah, that one might be helpful. There's a map, at least? With stars on it. He tucks the publication under his arm and hops down to deliver the goods. Or the bads, as the case may be.]

I dunno about space aliens, maybe they'd surprise me. But I wouldn't trust a group of humans not to mug a preschooler, let alone to help some randos on a star cruise.

[tworo]

You aren't the first person to say something like that. Maybe it's true...though it certainly isn't a perfect place. Though as far as children go, I think they have greater freedom there than in some of your worlds - as long as they're with Pokemon, of course.

[A little literal on that comment, perhaps, but he often tends to be. He looks up as Brooks comes back over.]

Have you found something?

[reaperrabbit]

I dunno. Maybe.

[He places the book beside the rest of Turo's research and opens it to an insert.]

There's a fold-out map full of stars. I don't know if it's of where we are, though. Figured I'd let you examine it while I keep looking.

[For someone who believes no one would go out of their way for strangers, he sure doesn't seem to have a problem... going out of his way for mostly-strangers...]

[tworo]

Of course. Thank you for your help.

[He'll just unfold it and look it over! As he does so:]

We've all been helping each other here. For the most part, at least.

[reaperrabbit]

...I guess.

[He doesn't want to get into an argument about how long that spirit of cooperation is likely to last. Holding up the cynical side of the debate gets exhausting. Either they'll all find out, or they won't.

Brook returns to the stacks.]

I doubt it's all for good reasons, though. For example, I just don't like wandering around with no purpose. Other people have hidden motives of their own. You never know when it'll fall apart.

[tworo]

That's fairly innocent, as ulterior motives go.

[Of course, they won't all be. That's rather the point. But there's no point in getting paranoid. Turo scans the map for a moment, then stands himself to go towards the nearest port. Not the best means of comparing the stars, but we do what we can.]

[reaperrabbit]

...Killing you guys wouldn't do anything for me, especially when I can't tell if you're sinners. So I have no reason to trick you or make you like me, either.

[He riffles through the pages of a travel journal, then, sighing again, replaces it on the shelf.]

There's not a whole lot I want out of life. If "life" is the right word for it.

[tworo]

I think you can use it. We say that ghost Pokemon are alive, after all - though maybe that's not a direct comparison.

[He turns slightly, to look at Brook over his shoulder.]

Really, though? You must want something.

[reaperrabbit]

Not really.

[Brook keeps working, either not noticing Turo's attention or unperturbed by it.]

There are things I like and don't like, same as anyone. But there isn't anything I really care about. So there's nothing I want or am scared of, either. [Shrug.] I was always like that, even when I was human.

[tworo]

Really?

[He tilts his head slightly as if in thought.]

How long was that? [Is his apparent physical age indicative?]

[reaperrabbit]

[He glances back.]

How long was I human? [A pause, and then he turns towards the bookshelf again.] Eighteen years.

[So, yes! Brook's certainly small for that age, but he looks like he could conceivably be eighteen human years old.]

[tworo]

That isn't very long. Maybe you would have found something out there, eventually. Though of course, you still could.

[reaperrabbit]

Is it that important?