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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[purrtagonist]

[a snort, but he shakes his head]

No. I actually had an idea about that.

What if we name ourselves after numbers? That's the most neutral way I could think of for us to come up with code names.

[he feels like everything else will be biased by some personality quirk, or appearance, or something that could easily tip the other Players off]

[alchemicalwater]

Numbers? That isn't a bad idea, actually. Oh, and we can conceal how many of us there actually are too! We could take our numbers from a range of up to twelve.

[purrtagonist]

[even better! he was still trying to figure out a way around that problem himself]

I call 007.

[just be "seven," Akira]