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reapertoire) wrote2018-01-06 08:26 am
reapertoire) wrote2018-01-06 08:26 am
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| Well, that sucked! That might be your first thought when you open your eyes to find yourself in a lavishly decorated room with a nice, soft bed. Or maybe you’re thinking about something else, it doesn’t really matter, since the only important thing right now is that you’re alive. Sort of. You’re still dead, but you also still exist, so that’s better than nothing. Whenever you decide to leave the room to venture out into the rest of the building, you’ll find that… hm. You sure have found yourself somewhere interesting, and there are plenty of places to explore. Foods from all of the weeks prior can be found in the hotel’s kitchen, as well as an entertainment center in the next room; just because you’re dead-dead doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun while the Reaper’s Game continues. Dare you try your luck with the ice cream machine in this weird place…? Or do you explore the mysterious board game that rests on the lobby’s table? Nothing’s stopping you. You’re absolutely able to leave the hotel, by the way. As soon as you step outside, you’ll find yourself in whatever area is currently open to the remaining Players for the current week. The only thing is, in addition to being invisible to the shadowy denizens of the RG... it seems you can’t interact at all with your fellow active Players in the UG, either. Weird! But that’s okay, you’re not totally alone in this limbo-squared! There are others around who you can interact with, and you might recognize them as the other people who have been Erased during the course of the game. In fact, there’s one rather special resident of this place... it’s none other than Dahlia Hawthorne. You might remember her as Utena Tenjou’s murderer from the first week! Upon seeing you, she smirks, welcoming you to the party. “Did you really think you'd seen the last of me? Welcome to the Under-Underground—the loser’s playground, a failure like the rest of us,” she taunts, swirling the teacup in her hand with an almost gleeful look in her eyes. Then, as if to preempt whatever the new arrivals wish to respond with, she rolls her eyes and adds, “The stupid name wasn’t my choice, by the way. As if I’d choose something that dumb to preside over.”  private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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[ they're friends, after all. ]
Us three are strange. The Three Stooges, honestly. It would have been nice to have you with us. Probably... we needed someone like you. It might have helped us in the moments where we lost it.
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Being an incredibly average, unremarkable person is in fact my purpose. I would have liked to have spent time with you all. It seemed so lively. Tense at times, of course, due to the nature of the game, but... wonderfully fulfilling, too. If anything, you all reminded me of my cousins. Well, a little more extreme versions of them but it had that kind of atmosphere sometimes.
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[ monika's... curious, still. ]
I don't... have a family. So I'm asking that, still, but like... you know? Haha. If you want to talk about it.
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I don't mind at all but... it's a complicated subject. Forgive me for being blunt but, just as an example, my aunt murdered me. I don't think she had any personal hatred for me, though. My family is... a bit depressing at times, so I don't want to burden you if it will sadden you.
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...And more over, I want to hear your truth.
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[Lion seats themselves, since at least karaoke seats are comfortable.]
I admit, for almost my entire life, I didn't have need to think too deeply on things. My grandfather is a wealthy business man who wished for me to eventually take over the family business. My father and his siblings seemed fine with it. I got along well with them and my cousins, their children. My sister was quite relieved even that I was the successor and not her.
But... no, let me say, too, that my life honestly felt idealistic. And it was supposed to be. I am... a miracle. I realise how self-absorbed that sounds but it's true. In most, um... worlds? I am... not so lucky. And that version of me dreamt of a world... where 'I' existed. Where a tragedy wouldn't occur.
[Monika is a smart person, so Lion imagines detailing out everything isn't needed, though they will if she wants.]
When I say it all out loud, I feel rather foolish for never noticing how my aunts and uncles and even my own parents felt. You can probably see it.
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this strikes a chord with monika, deep in her heart. with lion's handkerchief, she wipes at her nose, dabs at her cheeks. she cleans herself up. through the puffiness of a tearstained face, though, it's plain to see: monika relates. ]
...I could do anything I wanted back home. You know what I chose to do? Change the size of my bust. I thought if I were sexually appealing, the Player would like me more, become intrigued... With the power of self-awareness, comprehending the universe I lived in, I made a world where I was... in a way, a miracle. Something that shouldn't exist. I wished for that.
[ so yes, monika is smart. she understands the details. more than that, she thinks she sees why it is they have so much in common. ]
You are smart person. Intelligent. Well-read. Your appearance matters. You dumbfound the people around you. Your jokes land sweetly. You are... a miracle. Something that should not exist.
I am, as well. Monika should not exist.
...However, you exist, and here with me. In this world, we are together. That means anything is possible. Even in a world that seems cold and callous, where all we have is this game and each other: A miracle will come through. I believe in that much, because you are here.