notasstrange | 15 Strangers Round AU Meme

15 Strangers Round AU Meme

15 STRANGERS ROUND AU MEME

Hello everyone! Not exactly that time again, but we’ve got a treat for you today! The Round AU Meme! Essentially, remember those times where you asked ‘What if I’d brought Person X to Round Y?’ Well, here’s where you can answer that question, with prompts for each round and Mock Weeks 2 and 3. We hope you’ll enjoy!

1. Ungodly Magics & Mysteries
You know your day is going to be awful when you wake up on a stone slab instead of a bed. Worse still, it looks like nothing here is past medieval times, in terms of style and tech. Maybe a potion or a sweet roll will get your mind off of this murder business added to the mix.

2. Mall Murder Mania
You’ve probably never been passed out in a mall, and even if you did, it’s very unlikely you’d been trapped inside afterwards, told by a young girl to kill to leave. Maybe the fifteen of you can figure out what’s going on in this seemingly abandoned mall.

3. A Fantastic Voyage
The technology here is so…odd. The entire place just seems off, no matter when you’re from. Then there’s that loud, obnoxious woman telling everyone to kill each other. With how grating her voice is, maybe you should prepare for someone killing to get away from her.

4. Snakes In Plane Sight
Is this a joke? On a plane, headed who knows where, with who knows how many snakes on board, and more dead bodies than you needed to see in your lifetime. And your pilot wants you to add to their number. You might need magic if you want everyone here to survive.

5. Soul-Sapping Situations
This mansion is awful. Rooms like caskets, dust and spiders everywhere, the fact that you were brought unwillingly-and the rules about murder didn’t help things. The entire situation is a disaster, and you can only hope that you and the others don’t lose your minds.

6. Off The Rails
A chance to explore the deepest recesses of space, the final frontier…and instead, you’re on a train with fourteen others being made to kill each other. No one among the locals cares when you ask for help. Such a hopeless situation, you may as well gaze at the beautiful sun above.

7. Home Sweet Homicide
You and fourteen others in a house in space, trapped by an evil A.I. It wants you to kill each other, but when there’s so little room? Seems impossible, if you don’t want to get caught. Let’s hope no one proves that thought wrong…

8. The American Nightmare
A town with no people, other than your fellow captives. This isn’t the first time that this has happened to you, and the same goes for everyone else. And yet, you hesitate to trust the others…probably reasonable. You all know how this goes, after all.

Threaded | Flat

[Everyone expected the worst when they realized they would have to confront their hosts for the first time. Indeed, as their footsteps echoed in rhythm through the air, there was no doubt many expected something terrifying looking.

A young girl in a cute, though still black, business suit was probably not one of them. Indeed, her hair is, if one looks closely enough, dyed a dark brown, which makes one wonder what the original color was. And why she would need to dye her hair. Likewise, her eyes are also brown, which seemed...off. Especially with the pupils looking wholly unnatural. They are clearly contacts.

Still, she cheerfully smiles at everyone, her voice young, bright, and all too chipper.]

Ah, yes, welcome to the City! We are so glad you are here and we can't wait to show you the opportunity you're about to be presented!

After all...we can do this the easy way...

[S m i l e.]

Or you can make it deliberately hard on yourselves. But why would you?

Edited 2020-03-09 01:46 (UTC)

No...no...

[He told them-yelled at them, screamed at them that he did it. That he was the reason Vita and Jonathan were dead. It wasn’t them, it was him!

But...they didn’t believe him. Even shifting to look like Jata did nothing. They were convinced he’d just said all of it to protect him. That he didn’t want to see him die, and would rather not see his family again then let him die.

And now...the votes tally up, with only two votes for King. The tears are starting to form, and it becomes clear that the murderer is not dying here.]

I told you...I told you, and you didn’t listen-why didn’t you listen...

[ Most people would be absolutely horrified to have this kind of power and would do their best to hide it, but then again. They weren't a small fourteen year old with a dark sense of humor.

So as soon as he was acquainted with the place they'd stopped at, Killua hid around a corner of a building and waited just long enough for someone to walk by. Once they'd passed where he was, he removed his head and held it in one hand as he came out from his hiding place. ]

HEY! Heads up!!

[ Yeah. That sure is what looks like this child's decapitated head being thrown at someone... or AT you if you're the unlucky party. ]

[Well, Vita still got murdered by Akira, but instead of Akira up and confessing someone got scapegoated. Or maybe someone decided to make a heroic sacrifice and took the fall for Akira. Maybe Marie even decided to go full on bitchy and tell that they are dying for nothing because all of Akira's Mall friends are alive and well and the murder was pointless to begin with.

Whatever happened at the trial, your character got scapegoated for Vita's murder and is now waking up in a futon in a strange room with Vita. Neither of them realize they are actually alive and well outside of the Base quite yet, just that they remember dying horribly and they now aren't in the least bit injured.

They'll wake up to Vita looking at them with a confused look.]

What are you doing here?

[What American Nightmare would be complete without a grinning bastard in a suit? At least, you only have to deal with one of them, but one on his own is plenty to handle. There are a number of oddities about the Host - for one thing, rather than going by his agent number, he will only answer to Luciel, as befitting of a fallen angel like himself. During moments of intimidation, his wings are known to flicker into view, stained deep red as blood with a demonic glow in his eyes to match. His negativity comes to the fore rather often, and at these times he will toy with the Strangers as sadistically as he can manage within the confines of his role. He likes to make it clear that he watches their every move, giving a friendly wave as he casually reminds them of their actions in detail. Although he takes pills dutifully, he'll often be caught munching on potato chips as gray as dryer lint. The only creatures he's ever kind to in the place are the cats in the cafe, which he is extremely territorial over. Luciel also likes to give advice on murder and pull 'pranks' that are downright dangerous, depending on how much in his favor a person is. The sense is rather clear that he is a control freak who will strive to tear down anything that strays outside his programmed system. But of course, it's all in the name of IT, and he minces no words about being a slave to ITs mission. But then, when hasn't that ever been his life? It really is so much more convenient being on the winning side.

You may now wonder something. What can you, a bottom rank of the company Stranger, do to help Luciel out? Well, he's such a careless guy, always throwing things out that belonged to him that he may want later. To figure out what things might sway his heart, you may just have to put up with his irritating presence enough to get to know him........after all. In the original City, the items were sent through by Charles... but the one who alerted Charles to the return of IT had been the angel 707 who had survived the darkness. In the other cluster, this angel had gathered everyone's allies together with his knowledge and his car. Instead, he fell deep into the darkness awakening all of his most horrifying traits. While you have no extra impulses rooting in your brain for good or ill, you are truly alone.

Welcome to The City. This version really is... NIGHTMARE MODE.]

Edited 2020-03-09 04:27 (UTC)

[In this cluster, instead of being transferred to an android that could pass for human even to the person inside the body, Yoosung's AI has been transferred from Lockdown's computers and into a clockwork robot... although from the outside he looks like any other human with Terminator-esque living tissue indistinguishable from human skin, and there are even some blue-blooded synthetic squishy organs, the majority of what's holding him together on the inside is clockwork gadgetry. In other words, anyone can hear ticks and whirrs from him if they get too close. He's also the Halved on this version of the train, so don't mind the occasional distortions in space around him.

Yoosung is a pretty good friend to have on the train, so maybe you will want to hang out with him and have adventures! For those who do, I will wildcard something based on the ports in actual Sunless Skies since I didn't play all that game for nothing! ★

But we're all here for one thing, right? Murder. Yoosung did one, third week. And all for the motive that was already there: the Audience with the Empress.

See, Yoosung's been following the clues pretty closely, and there's something he couldn't help but notice about that Empress... not to mention the way the monster out in the skies appears to reach out toward him. There is more than meets the eye going on here, and he is sick and tired of being veiled from the truth. Even if that means hiding it from someone else, only for a time.]

If you want to vote for me... that's too bad. I won't let anyone stop me from seeing Rika again....

[...Did I mention he's also the Saboteur? Because he's opening a cavity in his robot chest to reveal the unclear bomb.]

The Liberation wouldn't let me either, you know? I'm really, really sorry.

[The results are in-and the votes have gone to Isaac Foster. Almost instantly, Eliza slams both her hands on her podium, eyes glowing with anger.]

How-how dare you? How dare all of you? I-I warned you what would happen if you voted for my brother! [She grabs one of the knives from the podium, eyes darting around at everyone else in the room before turning to the conductor.] So by the rules-I can now kill any of the bastards who voted for Zack without any consequence, right?

[Her eyes light on Caleb, her expression turning even more manic.] All those wounds were from knives, you know? Most of them thrown...

[Motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane. Harriet is about as deadpan as a human being can possibly get in response to being put in this circumstance. The universe is testing her patience. Which is to say nothing of the Captain threatening all of their hostages, even going so far to murder a couple. Malik is on that plane. Harriet hasn't forgotten the way he accepted his horrible death all for her sake... but she can't bear the thought of losing him again. He didn't survive the Cat's Game once, she's even less certain he could do it a second time. The urgency is bearing down on her... as well as the certainty that if not her, someone else would. Although, satiating the Captain that way would work too. And so, one lucky Stranger will find themselves sleepwalking under the effect of the Title she gained on the Plane. Harriet is The Puppet. It's painfully similar to Malik's ability, and she knows how terrible it is to be under an effect like this. Being in the Cat's Game made her realize how ugly all people's hearts are, and that there's no sense pretending she's not either. The only ones who deserve to survive are the ones who fight the hardest. Her control only lasts so long - the mind might struggle, even if she can keep the mouth from moving. She's only got to suppress that "volunteer" of hers.]

Come now, don't struggle. Don't you have anyone to save? It'll all get sorted out soon. [As soon as this fool (A) is killed in self defense, that is. She's hoping her target (B) will do it on their own, but Harriet can come and "save" them from (A) if needed to finish the deal.

So, how will this play out? Who will be the real victim? A, B, or ~someone else entirely~?]

Edited 2020-03-09 08:28 (UTC)

[This man has not been enjoying himself.

It was bad enough he got dragged out of one dangerous game and into another, but Shin has a laundry list of complaints about Vyse's methods. The most grevious of which was the fact his vessel had been tampered with again in the most concerning of ways; Thanks to Vyse, his body is full of nanobots, his life is directly tied to a pencil, and somehow the powers that had been implanted in him after having part of his soul devoured were replaced by the ability to eat literally anything. Plus, these living arrangements were a major downgrade from an empty city. He would have greatly preferred a room with no power to being forced to sleep on a makeshift bed due in an overcrowded house.

Yes, he did want to kill someone, but the strangers he's forced to share living space with won't satisfy him. The man he wants to kill most is calling everyone to the living room via the television. Shin attends this meeting, keeping suspiciously quiet as he imagines how much more useful Vyse's empty head would be as a jewelry box.

Then the faces of familiar people flash on the screen. The very last straw. Shin doesn't even let Vyse finish explaining the motive.]

And let me guess! You plan to murder everyone's loved ones if no one dies by the end of the week.

[There's a brief moment of silence as Shin gathers his thoughts.]

It's a very simple motive, you know. No one likes having the people they care about die. So what will you threaten us with next week? Making our darkest secrets known? Or maybe you'll try and tempt us with a favor or maybe some other empty promise to get us to do what you want!

[He tosses his arms up in the air and screams in rage.]

THIS IS POINTLESS PLAGARISM! PLAIN AND SIMPLE! Unless you can honestly tell me the meaning behind having all these random strangers from different worlds kill each other and hold trial for you, I have every reason to believe this whole ordeal is an elaborate farce!

So what do you really want from us, you coward?!

[He's too busy snapping at Vyse to realize, but there's a good chance he might die because of this.]

Edited 2020-03-09 09:02 (UTC)

[Sorry to anyone just trying to mind their own business today, because no matter where you are on the train, you will hear the squeal of a teenage girl, and your ears will be in pain from it.

Trying to find the source of it leads you to the dining car, where Leni is looking into a silver platter (the closest she could get to a mirror without it being an actual mirror), but instead of her usual blonde hair color...]

Oh. Em. Gosh! I really can work the redhead look! This is the best super power ever! Oh, I wonder how many colors it can be!

[And now her hair is cycling through colors; normal colors like brown and black, to less conventional colors like light green, dark blue, to an actual vibrant red.

Well, at least anyone seeing this gets to know her power now, or at least part of it...]

[They got him. Of course they did. He admitted he didn't after breaking down. The only other people on the suspect list were people that didn't deserve to die. He wasn't going to make anyone else die for him.

And so he went into the execution chamber. He fought to keep himself alive with those vials. The others tried to break down the barrier, giving it everything they had. And Ambrosine even made a portal inside to the outside! He really had a hope of surviving!

But...he really should've stopped hoping.

Before he can get through the portal all the way, an arm shoots through his stomach, splashing blood onto anyone nearby. Just as quickly as it's there, it's ripped out, leaving a sizable hole in King's midsection.

Speaking of King, he falls forward, through the portal, but with those injuries...it doesn't look like he's going to make it for very long.]

Threaded | Flat

Pink-Haired Half-Alien | R2 -> R6 Host AU

R6 C3 Results: SCAPEGOAT

Killua Zoldyck | R5 AU | CW: Decapitated Head Stuff

R3 C1 Results: Scapegoat

F̷̡̝̠̖̪͉̭̈ͅÁ̵͉̐͐̄̂̀͘͝͝ͅL̷̗̂L̶̡̠̹̣̮̱̪̗̻̩̬̐̐͆̐͌̾̆̽̈́ͅ

Lockdown -> Round 5 AU

R5C2 Results -> Scapegoat