((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!))
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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!))