reapertoire | week 1, monday

#REAPER MEET UP

If the Reapers are expecting to be teleported into a shady corner by a ten year old again, they may be in for surprise. Instead, they'll wake suddenly, with their IC rulebook in their hand and open to a page in the back -- which contains a note that's only visible to them. "Reapers! Today's meeting will be at the IKEA restaurant at 7 AM sharp! There's coffee and snacks for everyone, so don't be late!"

When they arrive at the IKEA restaurant, at 07:00, they'll find themselves walking into a private area of IKEA, with a door that closes and locks behind them once everyone is inside. The foreboding feeling usually present is missing entirely. And, true to form, there's comfortable seating, all manner of IKEA food, and beverages laid out for anyone and everyone to indulge in. Rather than the usual restaurant, the room is occupied by comfortable furniture from the showrooms. Once again, there's music looping forever. Try not to go insane.

Already seated (and eating), is Maya Fey, very much alive, who enthusiastically waves them over as she shoves another forkful of meatballs into her mouth.

"Hey guys! Take a seat and some chow and let's kick this thing off already!"

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[ p much yeah. ]

I played support for a while. Gave people puzzles to solve and told the Harriers which pairs didn't pass my trials.

[ tips his hat a bit. ]

I'd prefer not to unless absolutely necessary, but considering that our win condition is-- [ vague hand gestures ] --we're going to have to eventually.

[She actually looks surprised at that.]

You didn't erase anyone in your games? Even reluctantly?

Twice.

[ shrugs. ]

They attacked me first. I'm not really the fighter type, Blue-chan.

...mmm.

[She looks a little distressed there, and she's glancing away.]

...Terra? Did you erase anyone in your games?

I did. [He doesn't sound very proud at all.] Our Conductor told us if we won, they would return to their own worlds.

[aka guess who was sTILL GULLIBLE AF]

I wanted to send them home.

What? Your conductor did THAT?

[Her absolute guilt over being a fucking murderer compared to most of the other reapers is temporarily overridden by the sheer horror over what Terra just said.]

[Well, the first step to recovery is admittance, right?]

Yes. His name was Mickey.

Everyone playing the Game had the makings of a Keyblade Master. It was a trial. Those who won would become Masters. Only five were supposed to "win." But six of us won. Five of them could return to their worlds with a book called the Book of Prophecies. The sixth person would have to stay and play again.

I chose to stay, so no one else would have to.