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>

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continued cw as above, suicidal ideation, animal injury. christ.

[ensiforme]

[ Even under its grip, he writhes enough to catch himself on the glass and bleed. She thinks of animals she's caught in traps before, so frantic to escape that they tear themselves to shreds in their attempts. Vince reminds it of one of those animals, squirming and crying for freedom but what he wants isn't an escape.

Well. Not that sort, at least.

She could give it to him now, easily. All it would take is letting go of his hair so he could drive his throat into the glass. Its whole arm shakes with the need to do it but with one last sharp breath inwards, it manages to grab the reigns again.

Casually as anyone would toss aside garbage, it throws away the remains of the bottle. It shatters across the floor out of reach to both of them. ]

Has anyone ever told you that you have a remarkably foul vocabulary?

[deadplating]

[he pants there, practically drooling from all the screaming he was doing. He has to assume Maruki (or his boss) had sealed up the soundproofing in the hope that someone was about to die.

He glances to to the door and sees that yes, it is closed and wasn't when they came in.]

That fucker.

[he snarls before rolling his eyes back towards her]

Not...haaaah... the first time I've heard that, no.

[ensiforme]

And I imagine it won't be the last. Anyone would think something terrible had happened to you.

[ It really has the audacity to make that joke while still white knuckle gripping his hair... but it does have the decency (if you can call it that) to finally let go, though it makes no move to stand up and let him out from under it.

Its eyes are bright and white-rimmed again but not in the same manic way as before - more like the jittery excitement of someone who'd just stumbled off a thrill ride and was anticipating round two. ]

Is your hand beyond repair?

[deadplating]

[His head thumps on the floor, and he groans softly into the carpet, not even bothering to lift it again. Though he does tilt his head enough to look at his hand. It's full of shards and is bleeding... a lot. Yet the pain is dull under all the adrenaline.

He flexes his fingers]

... didn't tear any tendons, I think.

[ensiforme]

I see.

[ It stands up at last, taking its weight off Vince's back but then it circles around him and stoops down to the ground again. As casually as someone plucking a bit of fluff from someone's clothes, it starts picking the shards of glass from his hand with its bare fingers. ]

Keep still, then. It's better to do this while the adrenaline is still in your system.

[deadplating]

[he watches it work with dull eyes]

... what the hell are you doing.

[ensiforme]

I did not take you as an asker of stupid questions.

[ she didn't have the decency to KILL him but she's gonna kill him like that??? ]

[deadplating]

[He rolls his eyes and growls softly]

Fuck you. Why are you doing that.

[ensiforme]

If you die of an infection because of an ill-treated wound, I would be executed.

[ A beat of silence as it carefully works out a particularly nasty chunk of glass from one of his cuts. Once it's out, she drops it to the side and goes back to her work. ]

And I would like to fight you again.

[deadplating]

[he hisses as the shard comes free, blood oozing out. He pauses, staring at it]

... of course.

[Said with tired disdain]

[ensiforme]

[ Its eyes flit up to his face and for a second it looks genuinely... disappointed? ]

You do not?

[deadplating]

I don't want to be here at all, you cow.

[Even his curse sounds rather flat. He keeps staring at his hand... then leans down to drag his tongue over the wound, ignoring the remaining glass. Enough to dribble down his chin.

He swallows, waiting... Nothing. As expected]

Tch. You won't get much of a fight from me- I'm a chef, not a... a sword or whatever you call yourself.

[ensiforme]

You are for now. But you have steel in you.

[ There's a pause and it seems to have a rare moment of self awareness in realizing that while this makes perfect sense to her, Vince is probably, understandably, less immediately on the uptake. ]

With the right forge, you would make an interesting blade.

[deadplating]

I've already been burned once, I'm not interested in it again.

[smoke and cooking oil and rodyrodyrody- He should hate the man for his attempted murder, but instead that image of the waiter staring down at him with such passion is seared into him. A lovely goodbye]

[ensiforme]

A shame. Perhaps a second time would do you some good.

[ Going by its smirk, she's mostly being catty, it seems — though she continues working the worst of the glass out of his hand without complaint. ]

Ah. Before we forget — when the others ask what happened, I believe the simplest way to explain things would be to say that there was a fight and I was the aggressor.

[deadplating]

[It makes sense: while Vince had long ago given up hiding his nasty personality (and how weird those first few days where he was maintaining a customer service tone must look now, in hindsight!) and has shown flashes of violence... nothing so overt as trying to kill someone by stabbing in the open.

Still, it makes him feel ill. Not out of guilt. More... confusion]

Is 'fighting me' worth all this shit?

[ensiforme]

Yes. [ She says that without missing a beat as she fishes the last chunk of glass out of his hand — then starts blotting away the blood with the full and frilly skirts of its dress. It's fine, this is definitely not the first time this dress has been covered in blood. ] Nobody else will fight me here. This is a repayment.

[ She sounds not even a little guilty, which is probably to be expected. ]

I suspect they would be more forgiving of my starting a fight than they would of you.

Cw: misgendering? Sexism? I guess? Fuck man idk

[deadplating]

Because they think you're a girl.

[said with open disdain. Not at her though, oddly enough. Once his hand is handled he finally sits up.]

Don't start thinking I owe you anything in return.

[ensiforme]

[ With a nod so solemn that she is definitely, absolutely making fun of him a little: ] A grave mistake on their part.

[ It stands up, brushing down its bloodied and ruffled skirt as it goes before casually offering him a hand in turn. ]

We owe each other nothing. Not that there is much you could offer me as it is. [ sunny smile! ] The entertainment was repayment enough.

[deadplating]

[He scowls but takes it. Ugh, he can tell she's looking down on him. He's not used to that feeling, and he hates it for it.

Well, at least that gives him a reason to fight it again.]

Has anyone ever told you you're a smug bitch?

[ensiforme]

[ Brightly: ] Not out loud. But they do often seem to think it.

[ she sounds so... proud of herself... mother of god. ]

[deadplating]

Well I'll tell you as many times as it take to get through your fucking skull.