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notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
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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[He grins, brightly.]
I've no doubt you can, after all.
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I don't suppose there's anything else you could tell us about it all...?
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[He grins, again.]
Such a shame I have to stop you here! Ah, but do keep thinking, won't you?
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I guess I can't help but try to impress a teacher, sir...! Even if something like this is your classroom.
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[He blinks...before a slow smile spreads on his face - and then he clears his throat.]
How interesting that is what you've deduced...Ah, but I forget myself! Regardless, I am not your teacher, and neither are you my student. That is an unvarnished truth!
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Aren't we? I guess that you're the TA, then?
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[There's a moment, and then....He laughs.]
WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, my dear Akane! Please, never do stop surprising me, won't you? I look forward to your performance here!
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Well. Why fight him on that?]
I'll try to impress... mmm, should I still call you Professor?
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[Somehow, he almost seems...proud of her, in this moment.
But then he shakes his head, waving a hand in the air.]
Still, I believe this is enough for now. Until later, Miss Kurashiki - I fear I must retire for the moment, though this is certainly not the last you've seen of me.
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How odd it was here.]
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Minigames - dangerous ones, but ones where quick wits and relying on their fellow captives was vital to keep from being injured - and trials followed, their numbers going down.
And Moriarty kept to his dramatics, playing it up whenever a motive went out. Whenever they were forced to play a minigame. Whenever someone died or during trials, he continued to be the villain, even during executions.
Yet, that strange gentleness and fondness he showed towards Akane never faded.
It's closely approaching another time for a murder - the third case - when Akane will see a butterfly drift into her room, flying above her head before flitting towards the door - as if wanting her to follow.]
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James Moriarty had always treated her differently at any of their interactions, and she had felt his eyes on her from time to time when they were a part of the group. A part of her wondered if it was some kind of trick, some kind of trap--but why bother? He perhaps wasn't ultimately in control of this, but he was certainly in control of enough to do what he wanted to her, if that was the plan, right?
The butterfly landed at the edge of the door frame, wings flashing as it opened and closed them, and after a single moment more of consideration, hesitation, she stood up to follow it. The potential rewards felt like they outweighed the potential risks. Even still, she kept her eyes open as she followed it.]
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Ah - so you decided to join me after all, I see. I thank you for answering this lonely old man's invitation!
[There's a chessboard on the table in front of him, Black on his side and white facing the other couch across it.]
Do you play chess, perhaps? If not, we can easily play whatever game you'd like - but, ah, after just one round of chess. To humor me, you see.
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It felt right, somehow, in any case. Right that this was how he had reached out.
The butterfly lands briefly on her hair, like some kind of impossibly realistic hair clip, and opens and closes its wings several times before dissolving into blue mist.]
I know a little, I guess. You might have to be very patient with me.
[But she still comes forward and sits down, her movements slight and with a certain fragile elegance to them even in something like this. She puts her elbows on the table and her head in her hands for several moments as she considers the board, and then moves one of the pawns forward.]
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Oh? I see, but...I think you'll pick it up sooner than you might think.
[He moves one of his own pawns in return - starting moves, and there are only so many variations on how a game can go. He pauses for a moment, studying her closely for just a brief second.]
...Are you truly not worried for your safety? Though it is not thursday night, one would think meeting the organizer of the deadly game you all find yourself in to be quite the risky proposition.
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Honestly, I can't think why I should be. You've only ever seemed to regard at least me warmly, Professor, and besides....
I did see what you did to poor Ferdinand. That may have been a little uncalled for, but if you did wish me harm, I really don't think I'd be any safer in my room than I would be here. And since I'm here, I have a chance to talk to you like this.