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

[deductionary]

I'm generous sometimes~

[ he sounds way too pleased with himself tbh ]

It's not coffee but. Better than nothing, at least you'll function.

[purrtagonist]

Only sometimes?

[vaguely amused, he's taking another swig of soda. but after he does so, he makes a face, nose wrinkled]

Too sweet. [how the fuck did Ryuji drink the stuff] . . . but thanks.

No promises I won't raid "Starbucks" when no one is looking, though.

[deductionary]

I gotta keep some for myself.

[ grins. ]

Do it early in the morning. I promise I'll look the other way.

[purrtagonist]

It isn't you I'm worried about.

[iiiif anyone catches him faking an entry fee then he is done for]

[deductionary]

[ if he doesn't know you're faking it, it's fine. ]

How many people have you told about your entry fee already?

[purrtagonist]

Enough.

[aka he hasn't kept track, he was just covering his tracks from the moment he woke up. JUST IN CASE]