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reapertoire) wrote2018-03-12 10:38 am
reapertoire) wrote2018-03-12 10:38 am
week 1, monday
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 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!" game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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[but even he knows better than to stay quiet and shirk his Reaper responsibilities this obviously. and so, he speaks up, after taking a large gulp of coffee to steel himself]
Volunteer basis. That should be first.
But if no one wants to step up, then we can-- draw straws.
[which definitely puts him in the murderer pool, whether he likes it or not, but. it's fair]
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[ Grin. ]
I pass!
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I...I don't want to do it. But if nobody else will, then I guess....
[Someone save this poor girl from murdering.]
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[ There's a bit of a serious tone in her voice. Before she knows it, Junko is kneeling in front of her a bit — nothing too badly to discredit the girl. ]
Have you killed anything before? I totally forgot if you told me, oopsies.
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[. . .]
[he leans forward, placing his cup of coffee on the table]
Undine-- don't force yourself.
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It's alright. I'm not ready to be erased yet, so I can do this.
[That's what she keeps telling herself at least.]
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[or. ever, really]
If you don't want to, I--
[-- the words catch in his throat, nearly choking him, he stares down at his coffee, watching the ripples in the liquid, expression conflicted]
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[She says that very firmly.]
I won't let you erase someone for me.
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I can carry my weight.
[he lifts his gaze towards hers, expression even]
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[Don't throw away your life NOW for her sake, she's saying.]
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[tch]
This is stupid.
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[ deadpan ]
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