week 0, monday

[reapertoire]

#REAPER MEET UP

At 7am on Monday, all of you have been abruptly woken up by being transported to a dark alley. Wait. Are there even dark alleys here? Where are you. What is with the music? Before you can question it too much, out of the darkness steps... The Host. All four feet and pissed off attitude of him. He's got his hands in his hoodie pocket as he nonchalantly addresses you: "Reapers. Like you know, you've been volunteered by your respective Composers to participate in this Game. Say hi. We'll be in contact at this time every week to give you your orders. Special orders have already been given for the week, so... fucking chill, I guess." game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav

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[concertmaster]

For the rest of you without the special order, just blend in with the Players for the week. I'm pretty sure you can handle that much. I've got less than an hour until I've definitely got to be elsewhere, so if you've got any Reaper-specific questions that can't be handled at a later time, now'd be great. I don't take e-mails.

[fashionable]

[ Well? Guess who is usually on the other end of this? ]

Heeeey! I told you, you need to really work on your charm!!

[ But, she gives a smirk. ]

Where ya going, then? Pretty sure your job is to keep us walking the line of despair to keep the game going smoothly. If you don't take e-mails, do you take texts? Can I slide into your DMs?

[deductionary]

Calling's usually easier, y'know?

[concertmaster]

I'd rather die. Oh, wait.

[#SARCASM, but:]

If you really need something, you better ask on Mondays or learn how to speak in code.

[alchemicalwater]

Um...what should we do if our partners attack us?

[Because she is pretty sure that Vanitas is that kind of an asshole but she doesn't want to blow her cover either.]

[concertmaster]

Oh, yeah. That guy's unhinged. Tough luck. I'm sure you can figure out some way to get out of it.

[well. he's unhelpful.]

[darkearth]

You can ask us for help. [why is he here] If they are going to be Erased, too... maybe they won't attack you.

[purrtagonist]

[hey hi hello guess who is JITTERY AS FUCK because he hasn't had coffee in two days because he's been pretending his love for coffee is his entry fee]

I distinctly don't remember this being a part of my contract.

[said coolly, although he's tapping his foot against the ground]

[concertmaster]

Funny, that's what I said before I was assigned here.

[shitty jokes aside:]

Your Composer volunteered you. You can take it up to them, but you're stuck with the assignment now. Tough luck.

58 minutes later

[fashionable]

Hey, shota! Can you turn the fucking music off!?

[concertmaster]

[with noticeable earbuds in]

No.

[fashionable]

Listen up!

[ Such a powerful, booming voice for such a —

bear.

A fucking bear. Enoshima doesn't give a shit if there's a half broken crate next to her in this dinky alley, she totally steps on it. Monokuma, her stuffed plush, covers her face and despite how her wings rip from her back and look totally on point with her outfit — it's the bear that's speaking. If anyone spoke with her, they would notice the distinct difference in her tone, it's much more comical. ]

Upupu, looks like we're all going to have to get beary familiar with one another. This ain't my first, or even second, maaaaybe not my third rodeo with these kinda games — so if ya need some advice or guidance — I'm your fairy Godbear!


[ A pause. ]

Call me Monokuma — Mr. Bear if you're nasty. The blonde's Enoshima Junko!

[alchemicalwater]

[WHAT EVEN IS THIS

But like. Undine has seen enough Weird Shit in all the games she has been in to not question this. Not too much at least. Clearly Junko is just 'one of Those Kinds of People' and Undine will just have to roll with it.]

Ah...that is very kind of you, Mr. Monokuma. And Miss Junko too.

[fashionable]

No problem, we're all in this together, right? We practically have a whacky montage of our shenanigans ready at the helm. It's going to be so much fun! Upupupu, I'm getting all tingly thinking about it....

[deductionary]

[ he's seen weirder things than this, it's #fine, so ranpo's like. literally the most unfazed right now when he's perched on top of some... thing...?

teleportation is a great psych tbh. ]

Ne, Kumakuma-cchi, that's very helpful of you.

[ jumps down dramatically. ]

Yo. Edogawa Ranpo. I only know Glasses-kun there but I didn't get to talk to any of you earlier.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . yeah this is about what he expects from her based on their food truck adventures earlier. JUST GOING WITH IT]

Nice wings, by the way.

[alchemicalwater]

Excuse me, everyone?

[She's just trying to quietly get everyone's attention, no big deal.]

If you want, I was going to suggest we come up with codenames. That way we can write letters and pass on information to each other without being at risk of revealing who we are to anyone.

[fashionable]

...That is not a horrible proposal. It allows mystery but a twist of practicality.

[ Serious voice! ]

I would suggest we come up with nicknames for each other, not ourselves. If I may add, that is.

[ Seems like she gave the floor to her? Awww. ]

It allows us to remove any meaning to the names, a fresh slate where no connections will occur.

[purrtagonist]

[FULL OF JITTERS AND IRRITATION THAT HE IS TRYING TO PLAY OFF, also may have snapped at Max, but hey, he's here]

[. . . but hey, he breathes out a bit of a sigh when Undine suggests the code names]

I'm not opposed.

[deductionary]

We also need a way to collect and pass letters back and forth without being seen.

Ideally, it shouldn't be good for us to be seen together too often. [ smile. ] People will suspect that we're accomplices planning something and that's the worst impression to give~

[venomosity]

Good. Being Miss Timid Wallflower all the time is exhausting.

[dahlia has been quiet, sheepish, and distant during the game so far and totally not because her player has been to hell and back this weekend, but even just giving her the most casual glance... something definitely seems different about her during this meeting.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . oh hello]

[she's one of two people in this meeting he hasn't met already, soooo he's just. going to give her a sideways glance, his expression containing a silent question: who are you?]

[fashionable]

[ PLEASE rest!! ]

It's boring — so who are you going to be?

[ AKA: explain urself. ]

[deductionary]

[ cheery wave! ]

It's helpful, though. Being underestimated is the most important tool we can have in this game, I think.

Didn't get your name, Pink-san~

[alchemicalwater]

Oh? Well you shouldn't have to be someone else, especially not here.

[In the reaper meeting, she means.]