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

Comments

[fashionable]

Muffintop! Muffintop! Muffintop!

[ LMAO or she is just horrible. ]

Ugh, Strawberry Muffin could work...

[alchemicalwater]

I don't have a muffin top!

[Oh look, she actually can get irritated!]

[fashionable]

Hahaha! You could at this rate! I sawwwww you at the food truck. I wonder if you get tummy bloat when you're dead...? Hmm? Hmmmmmmm?

[ But, peace sign. ]

Just kidding! Jeeez, take a joke.

[alchemicalwater]

[Look at her steaming over here. SO RUDE JUNKO]

You better be! Or else I'll make your nickname 'airhead.'

[fashionable]

Airhead's way too obvious, even for me! Everyone already has labeled me as some master manipulator and ditzy blonde. I'm going the oh shit, it's obvious route!

[alchemicalwater]

It sounds like you're trapped either way. That's unfortunate.

[fashionable]

I mean? Either way, I win!

[alchemicalwater]

How do you win? If they think you're a manipulator, they're going to be wary of you and it's going to be hard to do our job. And if they think you're ditzy, they might try to hurt you thinking that you won't fight back.

1/2

[fashionable]

Becauseeeee, I don't care if I get another chance at this whole thing again. We're all ticking timebombs —

[fashionable]

Statistically, the chances of any of us continuing onward when there is the ugly disease of hope among us is slim to none. If they clue in on my presence — don't worry, I don't care enough to expose you all to them. I won't get to see them rip you apart if I'm taken out, so why bother?

The theory continues on that we still have the upper hand. Guidance, knowledge, and arsenals. We shall do what remains in the best interest of our roles, but there's something I have to gain that you do not.

[ She clears her throat. ]

I'm not afraid to die again! Actually, I welcome the twist if it's done in an interesting manner.

[alchemicalwater]

Something you have to gain...?

[The rest is all exactly what she's starting to expect of Junko, but that bit is strange.]

What do you have to gain?

1/2

[fashionable]

[ Over walks Monokuma, who has been idly pattering around like a dumbass bear. She has to thank the host gods for these Psychs — ]

Upupupu... you don't see it!? It's pretty obvious, ya dumb dumb! Enoshima is unlike anyone else here — no amount of bluffing can hide that. She's not able to hide behind the scenes, she's up in the actio. There's more risk, more involvement, and more —

[ The voice cuts off. ]

[fashionable]

Uwaaah! More despair! I was destined to win this game no matter what! If I get killed based off of luck, a stupid assumption, scientific proof, or anything — I still get the sickeningly sweet despair that makes my heart go ba-da-ba-da-ba-da. It's the Ultimate form of despair — my despair.

Buuuuuuutttt, if I get to see everyone fall like pieces on a board...? That's pretty good too! There's always next time.

[alchemicalwater]

[WHAT. EVEN. IS. JUNKO.]

Aaah, I see now. Then I'll aspire to help you bring about that despair?

[She absolutely will not, but. Not poking the bear right now.]

[fashionable]

Oh my gosh! That sounds totally perfecto-mundo! Yes, yes, yes. Besties for life.

[ Sorry, she's absolutely burst into a big hug session. ]