SHIFT Meme

[strangerpeople]

SHIFT MEME





WELCOME! There's been a lot of SHIFTing in this round, hasn't there? What if you were SHIFTed into another round, or another version of this round, or even one of the rounds in R7's backstory? Or....maybe somewhere else entirely??

Look no further than here! So sit back, tap into the morphogenetic field, and come on down! Your characters are the next contestants on...on wherever they end up! Oh boy!

1. The Ship of Blood Well, this one is familiar at least! But...who are all these people with you? Is that one of the Spardas? Wait-who's that guy with the fedora? You mean there are timelines where there are more rounds!? BOOOOOOOO! 2. The Home of Happiness and Horror Oh great, you're in Denton, Aka a soundstage where you are forced to kill one another in front of a live worldwide audience. Oh, and said audience gets a vote in who dies. Oh, and in some timelines, you randomly start singing! Or...wear full body costumes. It's weird. 3. ??? The Meme is ever-present. The Meme will not be contained. The multiversal clusters are vast and infinite. Perhaps you SHIFT into a previous game. Perhaps you SHIFT into a game as yet known. Or perhaps it is happening right now. Who knows, now...and what fate awaits you...?

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Hermes | R7 Stranger -> R7 Host

[somuchshipping]

[Time has passed. Confusion has reigned. Perhaps its time for that to end.

Suddenly, every television screen turns to static. If you're not near a television, one lowers in your location with a strange schlorping sound. After some flickering, the image adjusts, and there, in the center, is a figure. Its head appears like a blue television screen with a yellow face and it appears to be hold a coin in one of its front legs.]

Hello everyone! SorryToKeepYou AllWaiting! Hope it wasn't too long. My name is Hermes, and I'mm be your little tutorial today!

All of you must be very confused or upset, huh? Unfortunately, I'm here to tell you that life is unfair. Trust me, I know from experience. For every decision you make there's a chance it may just backfire or end up in a worse situation than you already are... or even end it entirely.

Such is the way of fate...

[Hermes bobs up and down a little while holding the coin up.]

Buuuuuut how about I give you a little chance and let luck decide your fate? Tails, I'll send all of you back home right now, and heads... well. You'll just have to participate in a little game I came up with!

[He flips the coin. It flies in the air, landing neatly in the center of the figure's... palm(?). It's hard to tell what kind of coin it is being used in the feed, but the way that Hermes gasps, it's clear.

It has landed on heads. Hermes blinks a a couple times before his face suddenly turns red. Hermes gets a tape recorder out from... somewhere and presses the play button. Some music starts playing.]



Well, well, well! If I didn't know any better, I'd say your luck stat was a big, fat 0! The reward you losers get for having such terrible luck is you get to play! It's been called a few different things... Some of them being Nonary or Decision! Buuuuut the thing is that all of them lead to a very. very bloody conclusion. YouCanEvenPaint TheWallsWith AllThatBloodShed!

The goal of the game? Simple, my unlucky contestants. All you gotta do is escape the HMHS Gigantic! All the rules can be found in the smart wristwatches adorned on each of your wrists. I'd wish you luck but with the way yours has been going... well... Sayonara!

[The feed flickers.

Guess if there's ever going to be a time to confront their captor, it's now.]

[untanglingknots]

Hey, hey!

[Nope. Nope. Nope.]

A lot of talk from a machine hiding behind a screen! How about you actually talk to us in person!?

[sweetdeductions]

There's nothing lucky about something that's been rigged to fail from the start.

[ Ranpo sighed, looking a bit irritable but probably not as much as someone should be in circumstances like this. ]

You really think we're just gonna so easily slaughter each other like some braindead animals just because you want us to? Really?

[ipreferextortion]

[A small moment of silence. And then Bender clears his throat.]

OHHHHHHHkay. QUESTION.

[He steps to the front.]

I get--hear me out, I get why these meatbags are here. You're getting creative with it, you're getting smart, kill all humans, you are a credit to robotkind, all that good shit. It'd even make great TV! But, uh, why am I here? We're the SAME, you and I! I've even got connections. You've heard of Bender, right? Everybody loves Bender! I'm the guy!

The guy is me!

[A beat.]

Let me out and I'll kill one of 'em for free. I'll even laugh while I'm doing it. It'll be hilarious.

Hermes | R7 Stranger -> R7 Gimme

[somuchshipping]

[Those coins you got are pretty strange, aren't they? They were left on your bed, so there must be some reason for them. Should you take them around, trying to find out the purpose of them, you catch sight of someone you've never seen before. A seven-foot-tall quadrupedal robot with a TV for a head and wearing a badge that says "GIME". The robot notices and waves you over.]

Hello! I see you got some coins! CanIHaveThem?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Gimme, we have discussed this.

[Hello it's ya Host!!! Hold ur applause]

At least allow them to question the purpose of the coins for a bit before calling them over.

[


And then he just hands Hermes some coins. It's fine]

[pawperidol]

[Nya almost jumps. No, wait, she does jump, but then she looks at the robot with curiosity.]

Um. I guess? I wasn't sure what I could use them for, really. I haven't seen you before.

[She thinks on it, then looks down at her coins, then up at the...'Gime'.]

Will you give me something in exchange?

R7 AU

[whitemoontiger]

Week 2

[ It was one thing to be stuck in a game where they're expected to actually kill people, and another to actually put up with the power he'd been given.

So. To put it simply? He'd seen something a bit too messed up and as such? Atsushi's reached the lounge and he's just sitting down near one wall, knees pulled up to his chest and knuckles white. In other words... he wasn't taking things that well.

To the point he's very almost hyperventilating. That's cool, right? ]


During Trial

[ The time's come to strip and o h. Okay. That guy Aoi's gotten naked and he's just hiding his face, groaning a bit. He knows that he's supposed to show he doesn't have any injuries, right?

Atsushi tensed a little, fiddling with his tie. ]

I can just take off the shirt, right? I'd rather not... go to that extent..

[ So maybe he's a little tense about the idea of taking anything off. Nothing suspicious, right? ]


The Goose is Loose

[ At some point, it's hard to miss Atsushi darting about down a hallway. He's almost crashing into walls with a look of determination. What is he chasing? It happens to be a particularly plucky goose.

Said goose who has his tie in it's beak. ]

Get back here! I need that!!

[ Why was one animal so hard to catch?!? ]



[ OOC: This is a version of Atsushi from BSD, who's never experienced R5 and a 'what-if' to if he had been brought here instead of Roland. ]

The Goose Is Loose

[kurohato]

[There's the faintest sound of an engine revving, and then right before the goose, a tire is slammed down. He's done it so hard that everything is shaking, a little.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, The Gear, has stepped out in front of the goose, and he lets out a tired sigh.]

Let go of the weretiger's apparel, lest you suffer the fate of your brethren: torn to bits at the mercy of a moving vehicle accident.

[The goose almost seems to contemplate its actions before the tire is raised again, it lets out a loud noise, and it drops the tie, running away. Akutagawa picks it up.]

Keep better track of your belongings, man-tiger. Are you so unkempt that creatures think of you as easy prey?

Kebi | R7 AU

[snakewithacape]

After Week 1 Minigame

[Well, that was certainly an activity. Congrats to whenever won the stabbing minigame, but a certain snake doesn't seem to be doing too well. There are wounds all over his body as he's coiled up in a hallway. Guess this is what happens to people that don't participate!]

During Trial 1

[This was... Kebi doesn't even know WHAT this is. WHAT IS HAPPENING? Why are people celebrating birthdays and just stripping naked and forming impromptu families and everything!?]

Er... if I may... Can we just please try and focus on solving this case for at least ten seconds?

Entering Deadland

[They solved the case and now you were executed. You wake up and begin to explore and not five minutes later, you come across your victim: Kebi. He notices you, too, and puts his tailblade up in front of him defensively, watching you with extremely careful eyes.]

You...! You- You stay away from me...!

Entering Deadland

[dokidokimorning]

[Oh, she messed up. She definitely messed up. Retsuko shifted on her feet nervously before speaking up. She raised her hands weakly, before letting out a little sigh.]

...Yeah, that's...that's fair.

[Her instinctual reaction would be I'm not normally a murderer! I promise! They threatened my mom, and--, but that doesn't much matter to someone she literally killed in that One Special Case, does it? She averts her eyes.]

I know just saying 'sorry' would be rubbing salt in the wound. So...I won't. I don't expect you to forgive me or be any less scared, either.

I'm not sure what to say, really.

...

But I guess we kind of have to at least tolerate each other now that we're...here...

[This doesn't look like the afterlife, though...? Where is this?]

Moriarty | R7 Host AU

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Time has passed, and confusion has reigned among the Strangers gathered, with no answer for the burning questions here: Why were they brought here? Why do they have the devices on their wrists? What are they even needed for?

All they are met with is silence.

Save for when they get suddenly shlorped into the floor, being placed in what feels like a dark slip and slide until they are shunted out into -

...Theatre seats?

The smell of blood might be more pervasive, especially since the Strangers will find themselves covered in the stuff, though it oddly fades away within a few moments as if it were never there.

The theatre before them is dark, a red velvet curtain across its expanse - as formless whispers in the audience surround the Strangers. Words cannot be made out, but it's almost as if they are waiting for a play to begin.

And then...A Blue, glowing butterfly flits through the air, landing on the stage as a voice rings out -]

Life...is unfair.

[The butterfly is crushed under the heel of someone who was not there before, spotlights shining on what looks like nothing more than an old man in a strange costume and cape. Oddly, there's no bug remnants - the butterfly merely explodes into what looks like a glowing blue mist before fading away.

The old man opens his arms dramatically towards the audience, face in shadow.]

To the best and brightest should go all the spoils and glory...and yet, it hardly works out that way, does it? The most innocent should be allowed to live in peace and comfort, yet they are often born in war-torn, cruel situations. This unfairness is built into our very beings- for many of us, for us to be able to live, something else must die, despite any attempts to limit that suffering.

Thus - life is unfair. Life is suffering. This, I will not attempt to argue against - it is no surprise to me that the Buddha gazed upon this earth and decided the true way was to free yourself from the suffering that comes inherent to living.

[A pause.]

Sadly, I am nowhere near such an enlightened being. Others must die so you may live, and I will not seek to lessen it. Instead...

[He leans in, his face finally out of shadow and grinning.]

...I will happily sneer at your despair.

Welcome, my dear Strangers! I have brought you all here to play a game - one that will end in blood and death, hatred and sorrow! And who, you may ask, is the dastardly devil that proclaims himself the arbiter of your suffering so clearly?!

Well, that is simple - I am James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime! The very same man that ruled London's underground with an iron fist, and the one that will be controlling your lives in his web!

[At that, he takes out a coin - flipping it easily within his fingers like a practiced street magician.]

Perhaps in another time, or another place...your esteemed host would offer you a chance at freedom. A coin flip, perhaps - Heads, you stay, Tails you go. To leave it to luck if you had to deal with such a hideous game in front of you.

...However...

[He stops the coin, flipping it over twice to show both sides are heads.]

...I, at least, will not even allow you the illusion of hope. For...Life is unfair, and the game is often rigged from the start by forces beyond your control.

[He throws up the coin, letting it fall into the audience. Sorry if it bonks you on the head!]

So! The game you all find yourself is quite simple, all things considered - Merely escape the HMHS Gigantic. You'll find that the rules have been sent to your watches, and I am certain you all saw the X Door amidst your confused milling about. I shall be here for a time to answer your questions - and afterwards, I will retire elsewhere for quite some time. No worries - this isn't the last you've seen of me, but....Please, do ask any questions while you have the chance, hm?

[...

Guess it seems like you'd better ask your questions now, while you still have the time to.]

[sweetdeductions]

Hmmmm...

[ Ranpo is absolutely the first one to rise to his feet, head tilted as he regards the older man on the stage. His arms fold over the chair back in front of him. There was more to that whole speech than he suspected, but for now he sure was not going to voice that outright. ]

Such an elaborate, unneeded performance but it seemed kinda lacking. I'd have to say... maybe an 8 out of 10?

[ Going to pretend like he's bored here, one hand twirling the coin between his fingers from when he'd caught it before. ]

I get the feeling that you're not the type of guy who'd decide to play such a foolish game like this. Can't say I see any strings on you, though. Perhaps they're just invisible, hmm?

[ Even while not trying his best? Nothing was going to get past an ace detective. ]

[exequte]

[This is all different, so very different, and the memory of Zero's distorted voice is still loud in her head, the static crackle of it blurring the words.

I am Zero... the captain of this ship....

The 【Nonary Game】. It is a game...where you will put your life on the line.

But instead, to be told that this was the Nonary Game, or something close enough to make very little difference....]

Why us?

[snakewithacape]

[Kebi the Seviper flits his tongue out a couple times as the... intro show plays out. Granted, this is not the most bizarre circumstance this Pokemon has found himself in, but it is perhaps the most dangerous.]

Er, if I may, Moriarty... I'm afraid I have to disagree. I believe it isn't that life is unfair, but that life is... unpredictable. Anything can happen. One can suddenly meet their own alternate version of themselves or be transformed into a different species or even shrink down to smaller of a grain of sand.

But that does not necessarily make life unfair. I don't want to assume anything, but with the way life throws things at you, you just have to make due with what you have.

So may I ask what is it to you that will be beneficial? It cannot be pure sadism that is your goal, can it not?

[For a snake, he seems awfully well-spoken and observant and clever, does he not?]

[markofnobility]

[once up on a time a different Moriarty (or maybe not a different one at all) might have heard a certain someone mimic this voice over tea.

It was a decent imitation, but that man could not even begin to convey how LOUD the real Ferdinand von Aegir is. He puts his whole barrel chest and life time of oration behind his words]

Fiend! The law of beasts may in fact be unfair. Eat or be eaten! But as men it is our duty to impose order onto an unfair world- to create justice and empathy where there may otherwise be none. And I, Ferdinand von Aegir, intend to do just that!

[he plants one well polished riding boot on the seat in front of him, pulls at one equally fancy glove, and... tosses it at Moriarty. There's even enough force behind the clearly practiced movement that the glove actually manages to hit his chest, though lacking the intended dramatic slap it would have if there wasn't a stage and row of seats between them]

[untanglingknots]

What makes you think we can't find a different way to escape that doesn't involve killing?

[checkmater]

[It's always the butterflies.

The butterfly is the first thing that catches his attention, and it's almost knowing, almost resentful, almost fond...

And then it's crushed. It's crushed right before his eyes, and all of that evaporates in an instant. Well. He has to commend this guy on an impression well made. Wizard or not, he's left his mark.

Battler's decided fairly quickly that he's not fond of him.

He stands there with defiance. An entire game of murder-mysteries. Again. He just has to stay strong. He looks up from his watch, a small smile on his face. It's a bitter one.]

Any reason why you've chosen all of us in particular?

[He doesn't recognize any of these people. Their clothes don't seem expensive; it's not likely to be a ransom kind of thing. There's even some non-humans, so this lends credence to the idea that this is a very different game than the one before it.

Somehow, he can't imagine that any of the witches are pleased with this turn of events. It's a crucial piece being stolen.

Well. He'll see if they decide to have an Enemy Mine mentality. He'll bide his time for now, see what this guy knows.]

r7 au wherein there is ANOTHER vampire

[bellabellabella]

Beginning

[Everything here smelled like blood. The rest of it was also awful, of course, but why did it all have to smell like blood?

He wasn't thirsty, not yet, his eyes were a pale shade of gold; he'd been determined to make himself safe for Bella. It had always been a hopeless endeavor. He would never be safe for her. This was the proof of it, wasn't it? He was glutted on blood, but the scent in the air here still made the venom burn his throat.

But Bella was not here, at least, and Edward could only feel gratitude to whatever higher power was shielding her from this. Perhaps that was what had brought him here, again, perhaps he was to be the sacrifice. A price in his blood to keep her safe? It seemed more than fair.

But for now there was the game, if game it could be called. There was nothing to do but to play it. There was nothing to do but to be here.

There was nothing to do.

Edward had retreated as far from the others as he could, at the moment, though it wasn't very far. He is pale, and attractive, and almost inhumanly still as he broods on the current situation, keeping up those little shifting motions that were characteristic of humanity more from habit than anything else. He's not truly expecting anyone to come near him, is expecting those here to have the same reaction as most, a faint instinctual whisper of danger and predator before they talk themselves out of this sensible reaction. Still, when approached, if approached, he smiles. It's a careful smile, one that does not show his teeth, and as friendly as he can make it. Edward is good at acting friendly.]

My apologies. Did you want something here?

Power Exploration

[Ice spread from his feet when he stepped, and there seemed to him to be some kind of terrible finality in that very action. It seemed like some perfect twist of irony, as though his lack of warmth had begun to graduate, to steal the heat from the air around him. It didn't feel cold to him, though of course it wouldn't, not really. Not in the way that a human might feel cold.

Of course, he wasn't human.

It made sense that it was always winter for him. It made sense that this was what had been brought out in him, once here. It was hard all the same, and a moment later he began to silently focus on willing the ice away.]

Kitchen

[There were other blood drinkers here, of course, but Edward was anything but used to simply walking to the fridge and pulling out a bag of blood. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with it. Weren't there medical uses to which this blood might be better put? In a way the flavor was the worst part. Human always tasted better than animal, but that very fact, and the dull red color that his eyes now reflected, made him frustrated, restless. Of course, it was who he was. Who he always had been, since the change. He was a creature of nightmares, and his own red eyes were better representation of that than anything, weren't they? Warning to everyone to stay back?

Regardless, he tried to come to claim another bag only when the kitchen was empty, tried to hide his diet out of some sort of... what, habit? Shame? Maybe it didn't really matter, especially not when someone was already here.]

Trial

[Edward's hands clenched, hard, and so did his teeth, but he did his best to keep his temper under control. But this... was hard.]

Stop messing around. We all die if we don't make this wretched decision, and not everyone here deserves that kind of fate.

Afterparty!

[The sun is out, here, and is bright, so Edward has kept to the shadows, watching the faint glitter of the light on the waves.]

I suppose it's over, isn't it? Somehow.

Kitchen I.e. I'm so sorry to anyone who just wanted to make breakfast

[hatesdeerstalkers]

There's no need to hide it, you know.

[That comes from the enigmatic old man who'd been pleasant enough at first - coming in idly and putting a kettle on to boil. He doesn't look at Edward, but his intent is enough, as he also never had the reaction the vampire expected from other humans from the start.]

It's just the same as we humans eating the flesh of dead animals, is it not? Merely something our biological processes need in order to continue. Hiding it away hardly suits a Dead Apostle such as yourself.

[And there's that weird term for vampires, as he leans against the counter casually.]

R7 AU

[sweetdeductions]

Hallway

[ It may or may not be important but at this particular time of day or evening you walk in here... that one can find themselves coming face-to-face with Ranpo. With an armful of cookies, candies and all kinds of sweets. ]

...Ah. They have quite a lot in here.

[ Popping a candy into his mouth. ]

Don't mind me. I was just leaving.


Trial

[ To the untrained eye, it looks like Ranpo's absolutely bored with the shenanigans going on during the trial and barely even paying attention. He's just sucking on a lollipop he'd gotten from the Gimme, leaning hard on the podium. ]

...Why can't you guys figure it out? It's SO easy!!

[ Not that anyone's going to probably ask him about it. Which is fine. He'll come out and say it later but for now. Mostly just watching, but occasionally his eyes slide over to who is VERY clearly the culprit to him but definitely not to the others.

They had to figure it out. He wasn't just gonna tell them. ]


Rec Room

[ Guess who's just loving the cats being here? Yep. He's having fun with the laser pointer, using it to send the little light around the room while munching on cookies quietly. He was keeping to himself, a lot on his mind after that last trial.

They'd threatened someone he considered family and in the end, someone else had committed a murder. Death wasn't anything new for him... and yet this was different. This was much more personal. That person had been a close friend to him and now they were gone.. ]

Hallway

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Now, he doesn't like Ranpo. Ranpo is a detective, and one just as annoying as his eternal nemesis. Even as fellow victims of this game, that won't change.

However-]

...Do you plan on eating Actual food or just rotting your mouth from the inside?

who wants to kill the woobie

[exequte]

[The motive for this week had been troubling, and between that and everything else, Akane had been finding it hard to sleep. And it was stupid. She knew very well that it was stupid. But she was still wandering the empty halls at night, trying to find her peace, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened, and everything that was probably about to happen.

Sure do hope nobody is out to kill on this night, to find such a perfect victim just waiting for them.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ This week had been rough on him and it was entirely possible that Alastor could tell something was off with him. He couldn't forget the 'video' feed Zero had shown them, displaying their hostages and to see Olivier amongst them had put an ice cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.

That deadline was creeping closer and nobody else had committed a murder, which was leaving him with little options here. Roland had went for a walk after night had fallen, unable to sleep and feeling restless. He... had to do something or Olivier would die. A world without Olivier in it... his best friend for over a decade?

No. He couldn't do it.

It was on this night that he ran into the LAST person he'd expected. His breath caught in his throat and part of him said to turn around but his will was made up, plastering on a smile. ]

...It's dangerous to be out so late, Akane.

KILL THE BEEP BOOP

[somuchshipping]

[It's time Hermes finally set up his trap.

...Whaaaaaat? No, this isn't going to kill anyone! This is just a prank, bro!]

[After working in secret since Tuesday after the "motive", Hermes is ready to set up the prank. Everyone needs some levity right about now. Things seemed incredibly tense. It's a little after midnight and Hermes is almost done setting up the prank on the doorway to the Tea Room. Hermes just sets the cherry pie on the mini-catapault and sloooooowly, closes the door until he hears a click sound. Good! The trap is now armed!

And now, to sneak back into the rec room. Hermes scratches one of his front legs before heading down the stairs. If there's anyone a floor down, they may hear the familiar heavy footsteps of a friendly quadrupedal robot.]

R7 Scenario // click arrow for major manga spoilers, will continue in thread // cw amputation

[yesorwoof]

[Makima knew something was wrong within fifteen minutes of the meeting starting. By the half hour mark, she couldn't sit still anymore. Quietly stating that she had read all the new papers was easy enough. However, the lounge door opened up onto D Deck, home to the X Door.]

X-Passes of deceased players will now be announced. Please pay attention, as they will not be repeated after this announcement... FACE... Thank you.

[Yoshikage Kira had attempted to meaningfully escape through the X Door and was now dead. Even though Makima had made him promise that he would stay at her beck and call. No, not just promise. She had... They had... She thought they had...]

It appears that I failed to impress upon him the gravity of the situation.

[With that anguished murmur, she falls on her knees. It's not a pleasant sensation under the current submotive. Nor is supporting herself up off the ground with her arms, one injured. Pressing them against her head feels even worse. But she has to contain the terrible noise.]

I should have known.

Hermes, Brain-kun, Ritsu-chan were all changed. So why wouldn't a devil...

[Ah. That sound is Makima's soprano voice lowly, silently, creakingly screaming.]

---

[Makima has made her way to the pod room armed with some long fingernails from her pocket. Above the pile of ten Kira dolls, her amputated arm wraps around an eleventh that she has pricked with the fingernail. Upon someone else entering, she demands of them,]

Why? Why is this? Why doesn't this doll look like Kira-kun at all?

---

[A good few among you have been dragged by Makima in and out of bed, or to eat at least one meal in a crazy day if three is not on the table. The roles are reversed now. Her hair is down. The person she asked to rebraid it, the last time they talked before the meeting, is also the one who rendered the task so difficult in the first place when he cut off her hand.]

[whiterosefoes]

[While Makima falls to the ground near Kira's body... Harriet "The High King" Vaughn, Duelist of the Roses, is checking the X Door. A full set of X-Passes, complete with the two extra from visions she swapped in after she stopped time with her ability. That made a total of six, so Kira pressing the entry button immediately caused him to break a rule.]

Fool... Only a moment of hesitation for your betrayal would have saved you. It was your game to lose and you lost entirely, Kira.

[Silently, she deletes the passes. In that quiet, Makima's scream reaches her ears. She turns back and sees her on the floor, holding her head. It's an uncomfortably familiar scene. But even though Harriet is no stranger to romances wrought with murder attempts and manipulation, at least she's pretty sure her evil boyfriend (and his evil spirit boyfriend) wouldn't have screwed her quite like this. She honestly wants to know what the hell happened, even if it's rather awkward she just death trapped the man she looks about to cry over... Is that actually why she's upset? What was that, about a devil. Maybe she should just take this from the top, though she expects to be told to fuck off.]

...What was your plan supposed to be?

R2 Makima // chainsaw man manga spoilers in replies

[yesorwoof]

((This is a Makima from round 2 of 15 Strangers! The format of the mass execution game was no peace week, three case weeks, and an endgame week. You can see locations here, and here's the thread tracker for the character I played. Minigames included a scavenger hunt (including "a stranger's blood" meaning a little bit of stabbing) before the first murder, and a secret sharing minigame before the second murder under the classic secrets motive. Dead characters haunted the same area on a different plane of existence and could also manipulate a coin in "Reaper Creeper". They also lose an "entry fee" that is the most precious thing to them; the three most common are memories, an important person, or a precious object, but it could also be something else more integral to their identity, such as their face or a skill.))

daily life
[Makima favors the clothing brand Your Best Friend, and there's enough money flowing around after the blood that flowed in the first minigame. She favors the polos and slacks that let her crouch around corners pretty easily, and she's living for the mofongo, bravely holding it in just one hand.]

Want to split it? This isn't exactly the best place to burn off the calories.

[That might be too specific, but Makima has a taste for plenty of finer things in life, wanting to know more about her comrades' likes, dislikes, hopes, and dreams.]

deadly life
[The motive this week had been more esoteric than the first two. Over the course of the game, they had learned about "Noise", creatures of negative emotion that threatened the denizens of this world and now their own worlds as well, as they had been shown in special photographs of their loved ones. Was that really a good enough reason for a dismemberment?!

After a thrilling display of analysis on credit balances and spatter patterns had determined that Makima most likely been the one who bought the bloodstained Enamel Pumps and switched them out for her clean original shoes, they turned up the cuffs of her black jeans, and there it was: blood. Of course. She had used her iconic overcoat, immolated in the BBL BBQ, to cover most of the spatters. Makima simply looks down at whoever examined her ankles.]

You've seen what torments I can endure. Now will you really send me to hell? I've already been.

undeadly life
[Despite all her bragging about having already been to hell... Once she's actually in this alternate plane of existence, Makima is sullen and wandering listlessly like a ghost, the more so now that she's found a new coat to decorate herself in. There's a lot of droll little tasks, which she doesn't have much of a plan or dealing with. Makima listlessly thrusts her hand out at the intruding Noise, whipping their faces away with the summoned chain from her title as "The Bad Luck".]

Shoo. My body can't possibly taste that good.

wildcard
((Any kind of R2 Makima scenario can go here! Heck, maybe it can even be some kind of R2 style mingle!))

[onychomance]

[Kira looks different than he did in the RG, as his blond hair and face match his self image now that he's died.... Yet his telltale suit and tie remain the same, the only difference in garb being a new pair of biker gloves and a pin to match. As his ability "The Chance" gave him nothing in the way of combat applications, he had to succeed in a special mission from the Life Coach where he defeated her in a game. Kira watches Makima from his seat in Cat Nya-Land, because of course that's where he is. Her chain doesn't damage the noise as she has yet to pact with anyone... Kira is just as listless about it all, but he may as well share his peaceful solution. He gets up and opens the door.]

That's not going to stop them... Why don't you come inside for a while?