R2 TDM - boys in the band order boat memes

[bathymetric]

Hello and welcome to the...



UNKNOWN SEAS R2
TEST DRIVE MEME

Glad to have you aboard! Gone are the musty old dark tones and anxieties of that creepy underwater facility from the first round - welcome to the lap of luxury on your very own Atlantic Cruise. And we mean your very own, too - there's nobody else aboard! Well, except for the Captain, who broke the news to you when you got up about what you have to do here.

The facilities are all top of the line, even if for some reason you just can't seem to get to the other floors of the ship just yet - there's a gym, a pool, a buffet- wait, scratch that, looks like you're on one of our liners lucky enough to have a tie-in deal with Jimmy Buffett himself, which means you get access to all you can eat at the on-board Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville's Jimmy Buffet!

So make the most of your time! Maybe even get a spooky souvenir from somewhere in the B̴͖̈́e̷̟̊̀ṛ̴̩̑̉m̴̺̪̈̈́u̵̧͛̇d̶̗̱̀̔a̸̧̙͗͝ ̶͖̖͑̚T̴̤͝r̷̩͘i̶̟͎͗̈́a̴͍͗̐n̵̥̆͝g̵̮̳͘l̷͔͑ḛ̸̹͒͗ while you're here.

1. Arise from the depths (of sleep)

Hey, you! You're finally awake! Welcome to your modest accommodations aboard... some kind of cruise ship? Look, there aren't exactly a lot of great accommodations offered aboard cruise ships, you get what you get. There's a bed, there's a little desk, there's a vase of flowers... and a beautiful view of the ocean outside your window!

Hope this isn't, like, wildly different and strange compared to where you just were! Oh, also the whole boat is all decked out for New Year's.

2. Room for all kinds of activities!

If you head out to the decks, or just walk around the ship, there's all kinds of things to see here while you wait for the bodies to start dropping! Feel free to make up whatever facilities you like, gyms or shuffleboard courts or even libraries - the Margaritaville buffet is canon, though. That's your canon food option. Hope you like shrimp!

3. Son of a son of a motive

Another Tuesday, another sealed envelope full of fun! Is this finally something worth killing for to get off this boat? Or is it just something stupid and/or embarrassing? Better ask around!

4. A good friend returns

On one of the decks, next to some regular beverage and food vending machines, is... an unmarked one? It only takes these weird coins that sometimes show up in your rooms at night. Sometimes it gives you things from back home! Sometimes it gives you? Little creepy wooden puppets??

5. Wasting away again in... well, a murder

Oh no! Someone is dead! Did you kill them? Are you trying to get the word out? Did you find the body and really need to calm down? Live your dreams, kill who you wanna kill offscreen!

6. Anything else!

There's all kinds of things you might be doing on a boat like this! Don't feel constrained by the options here - live your murderboat dreams!

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Flayn | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | OTA

[cethflayn]

Name: Cethlean | The Saint
Age: 1,000+| Species: Nabatean | Occupation: War Cleric
Likes: Making friends, forget-me-nots, fish
Dislikes: Overprotective meddlers, lies, excessive sleeping
Traits: Kind, enthusiastic, eager to learn
Trivia: She currently goes by the alias "Flayn" and is the only bearer of the Major Crest of Cethleann.

1 - I fear falling asleep at night...

[If you've emerged from your quarters, you might notice a door just down the hall groan as it opens slightly. You may not be close enough to spy the bright green eye that peeks out for a moment, but you sure can get closer as the occupant of that room leaves their door ajar.

On accident.

You can hear rustling, and the sound of soft things being tossed about, before the distinct swish of a curtain being pulled back-]

Oh my! That view...it is simply astounding!

[Sure sounds like a young lady exclaimed that without any thought to the caution she was taking earlier. Investigate?]

2 - I would happily eat this every day!

"Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville's Jimmy Buffet"...?

[Flayn quite sweetly pronounces both Buffett and Buffet as "buffet" as she looks over the selection of food with curiosity. There are delicious smells unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and while most food looks familiar, some of it does not. Still, nothing ventured nothing gained, right? She takes a plate and starts scrutinizing the offerings.]

The monastery would only have so many entrees available on one day, but this place has dozens...wait a moment, is all of this...

[Uh oh. Flayn found the seafood. There is...so much seafood here. And one of the offerings sure is a seafood cocktail goblet as big as Flayn's head that she is absolutely abandoning her plate to take. Is this allowed? Is this really allowed??]

3 - You have seen how I use a ladle! You know I'm good for it!

You do not need to make such things public knowledge!

[Whoa, is Flayn actually angry at this secrets motive? She tosses down the contents of her envelope in disgust, brow furrowed.]

I assure you, everyone back home is already aware I am a poor cook! There is no reason to rub salt in the wound!!

[Oh, that's. Barely anything big, honestly. But oh, there Flayn goes, stomping off with her fists balled up, red in the face. How embarrassing...]

4 - What...is this?

[You put a funny coin in, press a button, and suddenly you have an item! Flayn quite likes this machine, if only because she's gotten her favorite tea out of it, and thus it cannot do any wrong in her eyes. But hm, whatever she's got today sure isn't hers. Perhaps...is it yours? Better see if she's willing to give it back.]

5 - I already feel terrible enough. No need for harshness.

[She can't even tell whose body it is she's found. All Flayn knows is that there's blood - so much blood, blood enough to bring memories of old rushing to the forefront - and she has no magic with which to heal these wounds. There is a horrible trembling in her being, but still-]

Help! Someone! Anyone! There is - there is a body, someone has-!

[Her voice cracks, and tears prick her eyes, but Flayn does not collapse. She keeps calling out. Please, if she could only get some help, maybe they still have time...!]

6 - Wildcard

[Hit me with any potential murdergame scenarios I might've missed!]

5

[deathmagnetic]

[ Profile: Name: Risotto Nero | The Assassin
Age: 28 | Species: Human | Occupation: Capo
Likes: Carrying out a hit and being rewarded properly for it, his subordinates, family.
Dislikes: Broken promises, The Boss, losing his subordinates.
Traits: Calm, Perceptive, Cold
Trivia: Risotto once killed a drunk driver who was instrumental in the death of a dear cousin.

---

So it's begun, hasn't it?

Well, it's not like Risotto was bothered by the appearance of a dead body, for one reason or another. It was the circumstances that would prove troublesome to deal with. So perhaps when someone who arrived who's title in all of this known as 'The Assassin', it was the least comforting thing. But that's the first person who ended up arriving.

He'll look over at the green-haired young woman and then to the bloody body which now had a nice little pool of red liquid underneath. All he needed to do was glance at it to know one thing, and the man won't even bother to search for a pulse. Even if the dead person (who seemed to be a man by his build) was alive, they wouldn't be able to save him in time due to the blood loss. ]

Someone has died, you mean. We may as well prepare for what's to come.

[ Beat. ]

If you can't, you should leave.

3

[galalass]

It's okay, Miss Flayn! I'm sure your cooking is perfectly acceptable!

[oh thank god a distraction chance to help someone else with this]

4

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Are those - ?!

[ Are they? Well, since he didn't actually finish that sentence, who knows. What they appear to be, though, is a set of twelve octagonal stones carved with animal motifs, distributed from the machine in a nice little carrying case, even.

Anyway, whatever they are, they're clearly important to this guy, since he's making a grab to swipe that case out of Flayn's hand. His animal rocks now. ]

Mash Kyrielight | Fate Grand Order

[galalass]

Name: Mash Kyrielight | The Shield
Age: 17| Species: Demi-Servant | Occupation: Kouhai
Likes: Traveling, detective stories, Sempai
Dislikes: Fighting, being useless, isolation
Traits: Helpful, studious, brave
Trivia: Mash is a recognized member of the Knights of the Round Table.

»Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Dead People«
Oh.

[That is an absolutely beautiful view, but it's wrong. All wrong. Chaldea is a lot of things, but Mash is absolutely certain that it is in no way an ocean liner. That's practically the opposite of what it is.]

[That said, waking up in a strange place she has no business being in is not the most unusual thing to happen at Chaldea, even if it's new for her, personally.]

Excuse me. Do you remember boarding this ship?

[So step one, determine where and when exactly she is and, hopefully, the nature of this singularity.]

»Motive III: Motivate Harder«
This is-!

[Heavily classified information, which shouldn't be a surprise at this point. Her profile alone contained enough allegedly secret information -directly and by implication- to make it clear that their captors were privy to all kinds of things they shouldn't be.]

[But this, the details of their missions to restore human history, this could be outright dangerous if it were broadcast back home.]

Um. Totally inaccurate! Not that. Sempai isn't great in other ways! But this is, um, completely fabricated.

[She is very red and clearly flustered, but an attempt at secrecy in the face of the incentive has been made.]

»Have Not Ever Had A Friend In This Manner«
How did this fit in there?!

[Mash is in front of the unmarked vending machine, examining a shield that's quite literally as large as she is. It looks very heavy, like it could tank a direct hit from a nuke and come out unscathed. How it fit into the machine in front of her is a pretty legitimate question.]

[She's also clearly been putting a lot of coins into the machine, because in addition to the shield she's surrounded by piles of actual bones. They might not be human, but you probably don't want to examine them too closely.]

[Unless you do, no judgment here.]

»FATAL BATTLE«
Oh no.

[That sure is a lot of blood.]

[Edward Teach, The Shut-In, is dead.]

Who would have- ...who COULD have done this?

»Ten-Pull«
[The wildcard option, come at me.]

Wakey wakey;

[notthathighwind]

[ Cid couldn't claim that he'd recall going onto a ship like this, and it was alarming for a variety of obvious reasons. It's making him wonder if he was the only one who couldn't remember such a thing.

But, here was a young lady asking him a question, and the right (and polite) thing to do was answer. Her asking it at all answered his own, unvoiced one, though. ]

...No, unfortunately.

I'm going to guess you don't happen to know anything about this ship? Since you asked me that question.

Lelouch Lamperouge | Code Geass

[jibunwo]

Name: Lelouch vi Britannia | The Black Prince
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Zero
Likes: His sister, chess, revolution, paper cranes
Dislikes: His father, the monarchy, obstinate people
Traits: Clever, calculating, compassionate
Trivia: Often answers to 'Lelouch Lamperouge'.

[i; welcome aboard]

[Stay calm. Whatever he did, he had to stay calm. The room was unfamiliar--a ship, but that was impossible. No one could possibly have knocked him out and kidnapped him, and even if they did, why leave him free to move and the door unlocked? Aside from that, who would even be able to manage that? Suzaku? Not a chance, he would have been far away. With...]

[Lelouch allowed that train of thought to taper off. It wasn't going to help. The priority right now was to get the hell out of what he was wearing at present--suit, cape, mask all hurriedly concealed under the bed. Far from ideal, but hopefully no one would go digging around until he could better hide it. Changing into an ordinary set of clothes, he took a deep breath and stepped outside wearing the look of a confused and concerned student. Hopefully this wasn't an enemy ship--then again, by the look of things it wasn't inhabited by soldiers. A civilian vessel?]

Excuse me-how far do we have to go until this ship reaches port? [An embarrassed laugh.] I must have fallen asleep or something and lost track of time.

[ii; welcome aboard]

[Obviously he'd been curious about the unmarked vending machine, and after producing a pile of assorted mystifying junk that Lelouch had stacked in a pile off to the side, it eventually spit out...a single black chess piece. He seemed to be turning it over in his hand, lost in some kind of contemplation.]

[iii; wildcard]

[i'm voicetesting be nice to me i WILL cry]

ii

[pitofriendship]

Hey kiddo. Whatcha got there, something fun?

Scorpia | She-Ra

[pitofriendship]

Name: Scorpia | The Spark
Age: 20's | Species: Scorpioni | Occupation: Force Captain
Likes: Hot cocoa, hugs, the Super Pal Trio
Dislikes: Salad, rudeness, rejection
Traits: Loyal, protective, inadvisably optimistic
Trivia: Scorpia is the princess of the kingdom currently known as the Fright Zone.

»Arise«
Ooh, nice!

[That's a heck of a view.]

...is this a mission? Did I sleep through a briefing? You're not in uniform, are we supposed to be undercover?

[She's a force captain, she should probably know these things.]

»So Many Activities«
How is there so much shrimp?

[She might be crying from joy a little. This is probably the best food she's ever had.]

[She is very definitely piling a plate full of little bits of everything.]

Do you think they'd care if I just, you know, took an entire one of these big trays back to the table?

»Wasting Away«
Ah. Hm.

[It's possible that Olivia Octavius, the Inquisitive, is just resting. In a very uncomfortable -physically impossible, really- position. But it doesn't seem likely.]

[Scorpia prods at the body a little with a claw tip, just to be safe.]

Come on doc, wakey wakey. ...Dang.

»Wildcard«
[You know what this is.]

shrimp

[onlyyoucan]

[Is it her, or has Sara been giving her weird looks like she's confused this whole time? Then again, she's usually just linefacing instead, maybe it's better this way. Sara blinks a few times and shrugs.]

We've been kidnapped. You could say they owe it to us.

john constantine | vertigo/dc comics

[scouserer]

Name: John Constantine | The Magician
Age: 40 | Species: Human | Occupation: Occult Detective
Likes: Cigarettes, punk rock, a good Scotch
Dislikes: Demons, Manchester United, the word "moist"
Traits: Brash, Impulsive, Stubborn, Clever
Trivia: Constantine secretly sold his soul between three Lords of Hell in an attempt to save himself from eternal torment. The Lords realized that if Constantine died, they would have to go to war with each other. Unable to drag him to Hell and too proud to form alliances with each other, they reluctantly let him live.

i. [skyrim voice] hey, you. you're finally awake.

[This isn't the first time that Constantine has woken up in an unfamiliar place without remembering how he got there, although this time, there doesn't seem to be anyone to greet him or hold him hostage or lord over the fact that they've gotten him cornered. He rises from his bed, squinting at the surrounding furniture and trying to figure out what entity had kidnapped him this time.

Immediately, he realizes that something is wrong. A feeling of utter emptiness aches in his very core, and it's only a few moments until he realizes what's missing. He tests a simple spell--lighting a flame with his finger--muttering Latin phrases under his breath and snapping his fingers.

Nothing.

Once you've dabbled in the occult, your body feeds off that energy until it becomes a part of you, as essential as the blood in your veins or the fibers in your muscles. It's not like he can't manage without it--Lord knows that his quick thinking has saved him more than his magic ever has--but having such an innate part of him just gone like that is...harrowing, to say the least. More importantly, it points to an entity powerful enough to fuck with the very nature of magic, itself.]

Bloody hell.

[Constantine's hands wander his trench coat pockets for any sort of weapon or trinket, but his search turns up empty. His eyes dart to the decorations on the walls--gold and silver and black banners and tinsel interspersed with blocky letters that read "HAPPY NEW YEAR". Eventually, his gaze settles on a vase on the nearby desk and picks it up. With little regards for the flowers or the water inside, he dumps its contents onto the ground, cracks the vase against the desk, and carefully selects a shard of porcelain.

Better than nothing. He swings open the cabin door only to come face to face with another stranger in the hallway. His reaction instant, Constantine grips the shard and points it towards them.]

What're you doing, snooping around my cabin? [His voice comes out as a snarl.] Trying to give your boss a status update on ol' John, hm? If you could be as so polite to give me my magic back, I'll do you a favor of not gutting you.

ii. wastin' away again in margaritaville

[If you looked up the word "kitschy" in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of the cruise ship bar. Neon signs depicting palm trees, sunsets, and flamingos bathe the walls in technicolor warmth, wicker chairs and bar stools are scattered throughout the seating area, and several palm trees have been planted between spaces in the floorboards.

It is here that John Constantine finds himself nursing a margarita and a pack of cigarettes he's gotten from one of the vending machines. The soft crackle of acoustic Jimmy Buffett covers can be heard over the speakers. Despite this cheery decor, Constantine seems rather dour.]

Sick to death of stupid margaritas and Jimmy bloody Buffett. [He flicks a bit of ash onto a nearby ashtray.] Almost makes you wish for something to actually happen.

[Despite the harsh delivery, he doesn't seem to...actually mean it. He knows as well as anyone else that something happening means murder.]

iii. murder she wrote (cw: gore)

[It was only a matter of time before someone was killed, and that someone happened to be the unfortunate Ross Geller. The man's skull had been split in two, fragments of bone and clumps of brain and hair scattered across the previously spotless tiles. A shattered glass of what can only be assumed to be alcohol a few inches from his hand. Body right-side up, lying in an ever-growing pool of blood.

Constantine stands at the edge of the pool, his expression unreadable as he stares at the grotesque display. No matter how many times he sees this, it always ends up turning his stomach.]

Safe to say that nobody'll be missing him.

[He grimaces, stepping towards the body and kneeling down to inspect it further. After a moment or two, he glances sidelong at a nearby stranger.]

Well, don't just stand there. See if you can find anything that might've been used to bludgeon this bastard to death.

iv. wildcard

[come at me @ wolfnoir]

i.

[deathmagnetic]

[ Risotto had been taking good care to get more than a simple glance of his newfound surroundings. That included taking in every single detail and moving on when appropriate. He also wasn't keen to be surprised by anyone else, so he did so carefully.

It's a pity it hadn't prevented him from somehow being whisked away to all of...this.

Of course, it didn't mean he was able to avoid any disagreeable situations with any others. As indicated by now when he saw a cabin door swing wide open to reveal a blond-haired man pointing a shard in his direction. His lips pulled into a deeper frown at the words as he calculated whether he should try to disarm him or not.

Even if Risotto was now poised to strike, with things being unusual (such as being unable to activate his Stand) as they are, he wouldn't immediately resort to violence. For now. ]

Unfortunately for you, I can't give you anything.

[ This man seemed to insinuate that he was some kind of Stand user...or at least that's the conclusion Risotto had drawn due to him mentioning not having his 'magic' with him. ]

I believe we're in the same predicament, and so trying to attack me with that would be a fool's errand. [ Pause. ] And I've no idea where we are. I propose we cooperate until we have a better understanding of the situation.

Valmont | Jackie Chan Adventures

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Name: Valmont | Moneysniffer
Age: 36 | Species: Human | Occupation: Crime lord (barely)
Likes: Money, playing with magic for fun and profit
Dislikes: Demons, archaeologists, wearing dresses
Traits: Greedy, spiteful, stubborn
Trivia: Valmont once spent a day as a catboy.

a - arrival

[ It doesn't immediately faze Valmont that he doesn't recognize the room he wakes up in. He's come to in much, much weirder places, and this one seems a lot more pleasant than most. The flowers are a nice touch. And while he doesn't know exactly how he got here, he has a pretty good idea who's to blame for it: ]

Shendu, where on earth did you drag us to this -

[ Wait. There is no Shendu, not anymore. He recalls the demon's banishment from his body in detail - it was only a few days ago, and it's going to be excruciatingly difficult to forget the happy dance he performed immediately afterwards. Besides, for the first time in months he doesn't feel another presence in the back of his head, and when he throws the covers back (did he fall asleep in his suit?) and pokes his head into the bathroom to check, no ghostly draconic face overlays his own in the mirror.

He's alone.

Now's about the time he really starts to get worried. ]

b - activities

[ You know what? Being on a cruise ship is fine, actually. He doesn't care anymore.

All right, the lack of stated destination or ETA is slightly worrying, as is the fact that the ship appears to be entirely unstaffed, save the reclusive Captain. But the facilities are state-of-the-art, the water's beautiful, there's no law enforcement to worry about... All things considered, it beats the hell out of the fish cannery.

So catch him sunning himself on the deck (still in full suit mode, but if he really feels like letting loose, he might loosen his tie), or playing a round or two at the onboard casino (just try to catch him cheating), or oh my god, is that a buffet?!

Look, the guy's been living off instant noodles and tea for months - but even so, it's kind of worrying the gusto with which he's tearing into the food on his multiple piled-high plates. Slow down, dude. It'll still be there tomorrow. ]

c - motive

[ If no one dies this week, something terrible will happen to their loved ones, is that it? ]

A shame. Well, I do wish you all the best of luck with this one!

[ Pffft. He's actually laughing a little as he retrieves his envelope - loved ones are for suckers, come on. What poor saps could they have possibly -

And then he opens it, and his face drains. Oh. Those poor saps, apparently. ]

Oh, come on - you leave my employees out of this! Do you know how hard it is to find decent help these days?!

[ His words say "mildly perturbed". The poorly concealed distress on his face says otherwise. ]

d - vending machine

What in blazes am I supposed to do with this?

[ What is it? Who knows! Is it yours? Maybe! Either way, help a guy out and take it off his hands? ]

e - wild

[ Hit me up at vethica! ]

motive;

[notthathighwind]

[ Cid wasn't excited about opening the envelope he had; why would he? He could see that the others were...not looking all that pleased.

Including this white-haired man nearby him. For the moment, he'll leave glancing at who had been threatened on his behalf; maybe it was someone from his family or it was Rygdea or—

Well. That's why he wouldn't be looking at what's inside the envelope right now. ]

...It seems the Captain is really intent on forcing our hands this time. [ ... ] It's likely we won't have to worry about our friends or loved ones.

[ He's insinuating he's sure someone will act, but he didn't look all that happy about it. It's a grim kind of reassurance. ]

Sara Werec | Strain: Strategic Armoured Infantry

[onlyyoucan]

[Which I'm never going to get used to not calling Soukou no Strain, but it works out to the same thing anyway.]

Name: Sara Werec | Armoured
Age: 17 | Occupation: Reasoner cadet
Height 5'2 | Weight: 107 lbs
Trivia: Ever heard of the Cartwright curse?
Likes: Dolls, ballroom dancing, particularly persistent would-be friends
Dislikes: War crimes, loss, dumpster diving

[1]

[As you explore your surroundings, you'll find a small teenage girl opening drawers, searching on the ground, trying every door, searching for something. She might even run into you or almost knock you over, barely managing a "sorry" before she gets back to her search.]

Where are we? Where are you? Emily!

[2]

[After all has been explained, she's rather more subdued, still radiating an aura of worry. She picks at her Margaritaville crab dip, maybe because she's still worried... but also maybe because this restaurant clearly prizes drink quantity over food quality.]

...

[Seriously, her face is turning pale. Is she okay?]

[3]

[The motive announcement saw fit to "remind you all of your unfinished business." When Sara opens her envelope, the photo shows an... unfriendly-looking man carrying away a little girl. She stares at it for a while.]

...Would I even be able to do anything about it now?

i see your line face and i raise you........ a second one (2)

[amortristis]

[ Morgan sort of aimlessly hovers around the buffet, occasionally moving from time to time and staring at the different sections with the different foods. It seems like she's been there for a long while, but eventually she settles on getting some fruit. She moves over to a different table on the other side of the room to eat in silence, but... she probably shouldn't ignore Sara when she's clearly distressed, right?

She sighs quietly, before going to sit next to Sara. ]

Are you all right?

[ Is it the crab dip causing her problems? That's not out of the realm of possibility. ]

Isabella "Izzy" d'Oro | OC (Tabletop/13th Age) | OTA

[dralchemist]

[Name: Isabella d'Oro | The Alchemist
Age: 25 | Species: Dragonkin | Occupation: Alchemist, Head Chef, Restauranteur, Adventurer
Likes: Culinary experimentation, alchemical experimentation, control over her surroundings
Dislikes: Bland flavors, uncontrollable chaos, forgetting things
Traits: Arrogant, creative, intelligent
Trivia: Izzy's restaurant has 2 Concord Stars of Hospitality. Izzy herself has a 10,000 GP bounty on her head.]

[1. waking up is the hardest part]

[Whether you're the poor schmuck cursed to be Izzy's cabinmate, or you're within earshot of her door, there's a pretty jarring exclamation for when the dragon arouses from its slumber.]

FUCK! Not again! ... at least the boat isn't upside down this time.

[2. [justin mcelroy voice] i had a case of the mondays!]

[The Margaritaville Buffet.] What a fuckin' travesty. This is really the only food on this ship? 'Luxury', my ass. Gonna write a fuckin'... complaint to management and deliver it personally. And then see if I can get hired, or at least coach their head chef on a better cuisine. [She seriously looks like she's about to headbutt the sneeze guard if this is the only only place to get real sustenance on this floating prison.]

[3. i've got blood on my (family) name]

[As soon as Izzy lays eyes on the envelope, she snarls something incredibly rude in Draconic, and... starts tearing the envelope into shreds.] Fucking. Bullshit! Absolute bullshit! My family is off limits! [She screams to... nobody in particular, hoping maybe the PA system will pipe back to whever is running this sick circus.] Touch a single scale on any of their heads and I will bring the wrath of the entire d'Oro clan down upon you! Fuckers! Aaaugh!

[... sore spot, it seems.]

[6. wildcard!]

[Hit me with any potential murdergame scenarios, or fun interactions, or whatever! Questions and plotting can be directed to me at kaosblaze, or on Discord at Izzy#6915.]

1

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont's only just ventured into the hallway, hoping to find someone who can at least commiserate with, if not explain, their current predicament. And, well. It sounds like he's found someone! But loud cursing through doors isn't his idea of a good first impression, and he puts his apprehension on hold in favor of self-righteousness. ]

Now you watch your mouth, young lady. I'm not pleased with the situation either, but there's certainly no need to be vulgar about it.

[ He assumes that voice belongs to a young lady, anyway. Definitely not a dragon, ha ha that would just be silly. ]

flat escardos | fate/strange fake

[simulacres]

Name: Flat Escardos | The Magus
Age: 19 | Species: Human | Occupation: Student
Likes: A variety of subcultures, his professor, his classmates
Dislikes: Exercise
Traits: Energetic, genius, stupid
Trivia: Currently participating in a war in America.

1. arise from the depths
[ well, this was definitely not what he expected to wake up to when that black cloud of disease had taken the three of them. they had just been outside of a hospital and now... what is this place...? a hotel?

wait-- is this some sort of ship?!

flat can be seen leaving his room, looking extremely confused. and why wouldn't he be?

he'll be trying to open the doors to the other rooms too, so if he opens yours...well, he looks a little startled. ]

Woah-- so it's not just me. Are you okay?

2. welcome to margaritaville buffet, have some shrimp
[ you know...flat remembers going to van-fem's casino ship quite a bit, but this is on a whole other level. as he checks out the buffet, he's not sure whether to be impressed or just downright confused by the fact that there's so much food.

he looks at all the food, unsure of where to even start. ]

Who even is out here making all of this food?? Are they like little elves that make it while we're not watching?

3. in the face of impulsive bloodlust, motive is only an afterthought
[ as flat holds the envelope in his hands, his expression is blanche as he reads the note once, twice, and a third time, just to make sure.

... ]

Aw, come on, Captain! [ he smiles, but it's somewhat forced. ] I'm still not going to kill, no matter how many times you ask!

4. a call of death
Hey guys! I found the body!

[ of course, flat would have the fortune (misfortune?) the one to find the body. he doesn't sound distraught, however, his voice and facial expressions level as he takes a look at the body.

if that could even be considered a body anymore. it was cut open horribly, with a great deal of blood pooled around it. flat stands right outside of it, almost transfixed. ]

5. wildcard.
( ooc: i'm open to anything! hmu at odasaku if you wanna talk about doing a new prompt or just drop it right here! )

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[onlyyoucan]

You found what?

[Sara hurries in, stumbling to a stop and grabbing the doorframe when she arrives. She stares, shaking a little, then shuts her eyes and sharply turns her head away.]

No way... Somebody fell for that motive after all, and...

Freyja | Fire Emblem Heroes

[dokkalfheimr]

Name: Freyja | Goddess of Love
Age: ??? | Occupation: Queen of Dokkalfheimr
Likes: Freyr, kindness, dark places
Dislikes: Ridicule, those that harm children
Trivia: She has a twin brother; between them, Freyja is the younger.
[II. I refuse to make an LMFAO joke.]

[It's likely clear by now to everyone – including those who haven't looked at the profiles any – that Freyja...isn't exactly from around here; her reactions to things are all a little off, a little strange, and that doesn't seem to be abating any the longer she's on the ship.

But you know what, that's all right today; today is the day that Freyja finally seems to have gotten used to the overly complicated process of walking on board a boat at sea (no, really, why is that so hard) and as such she's properly out on deck, exploring and trying to figure out what to do with so many of the things here. Because the deck has a pool, and the deck has a bunch of markings on it, and the deck also has a rack with some weighted pieces and sticks. And she could do the reasonable thing and try to figure out how to hit the weighted things into the boundaries within the lines – that would make sense, as that's decidedly more obviously some sort of game – but that seems both pointless and less entertaining to her at the moment.

As such, she can be found with an oddly intense expression on her face, launching those weights directly into the pool like she's trying to see how far she can send them before they splash in. She's surprisingly strong for her size – she's all of five foot nothing and those pucks are getting some awesome airtime – and she seems to be paying no mind to anyone wondering...well, what the weird horned lady in the fancy as fuck dress is doing until she's directly addressed.

(As it turns out, people do not commonly have dreams about shuffleboard.)]


[IV. Good friends dispensing new friends.]

[So. Freyja's got an idea of what the steel things on the decks do, and one of them seems to take those odd coins that she's been finding next to her bed. (She may have found this out by way of, like, trying to mash them into everything on this godforsaken boat that even begins to resemble a slot, but shhhh.) It's unmarked, and that in and of itself is strange just because of how gaudy everything here is; she puts one of her coins in, and is looking rather pleased with herself when the machine actually makes noise! Clearly, this attempt is not going to be in vain!

...Granted, she isn't exactly expecting what falls out of it.

It's nothing horrible, or sordid, or grossly inappropriate. (It's not even anyone's severed hand, which would likely count as all three.) Rather, it's a stuffed toy – a fuzzy brown otter, in fact, holding a colorful starfish. She barely even looks at it before unceremoniously dropping it to the ground, looking annoyed at the machine for not giving her something more useful (that isn't hers, after all); she exhales in a huff, as though realizing nothing is forthcoming without more coins, and she turns away to go do something about that – either get more coins or go sulk in her room for the initial attempt being pointless, it's kind of hard to say how productive she'll be about it – when her foot taps lightly against the otter where its lying on its back on the ground, looking up at her.

She looks down. Stares at it for a bit.

...Bends down to pick it up.

She turns it over in her hands for a while before gathering it into her arms a bit more properly, almost-but-not-quite hugging it in a way that implies she hasn't hugged a stuffed animal in her goddamn life; she looks like she isn't sure what she should be getting out of the experience. Just... Rest assured, this is the most bewildered interaction with a toy you've ever seen. She doesn't get it either.]


[V. Somewhere only we know.]

[She should have known this would happen eventually.

She should have known and she should have been ready but the fact of the matter that she didn't, and she isn't, and the first thing that strikes her is how red the blood is.

Freyja approaches the body without really deciding to, and one of her hands is pressed against her chest and the other is reaching out as she kneels down next to the body in question, and she hesitates a moment, fingers curling in toward her palm briefly before she rests her hand on the person lying on the floor, the hem of her dress wicking up blood as she does so. Her eyes are wide, her head canting lightly to the side as she tries to make sense of what she's seeing; the body is still warm, and if it weren't for the utter mess that used to be the back of this person's head and the blood pooling out onto the floor (why is there so much of it? there's never this much in what others' dreams have shown her) she'd think that they were sleeping, enveloped in some sort of dream that she can't see but must surely be all-encompassing, given how they don't...seem to be awakening...

It's then that there's a sound, and she can hear someone coming in behind her, and her hands are covered in blood and so is her dress and her expression is very, very difficult to read when she finally speaks.]

Is this what it always looks like? When mortals die – is this what it...?

[Her tone is almost surprisingly straightforward and unfeelingly blunt; almost as though she's curious rather than upset.]

IV;

[deathmagnetic]

[ The ship boasted a collection of strange and unique individuals, and he considered this woman to be one of them. Her profile listed already a dubious occupation in of itself...and her appearance was a marked difference than most.

In a place like this, it was an imperative to gain a better understanding of the people who surrounded him, for reasons good or bad. So that was why he didn't walk away when he would were it some...other civilian (could 'Goddesses' be called civilians, though?) ]

You seem a little unsure how to feel about the object you just obtained. But, is it possible you've taken a liking to it? Or have you just never handled a stuffed animal before?

Sylvando | Dragon Quest XI

[hypnowhip]

Name: Sylvando | Soldier of Smile
Age: 30 | Species: human | Occupation: circus performer, troupe leader
Likes: Making people smile, dancing, playing the recorder, his dear friends
Dislikes: Mordegon, evildoers, laziness, messy hair
Traits: Loving, theatrical, chivalrous
Trivia: Sylvando once trained under his father to become a knight before finding his true calling with the circus.

1 - awakening

[It's definitely alarming to wake up in a completely unfamiliar place, but Sylvando does his best to take it all in stride. There's no use panicking, right? Besides...he's woken up on a ship! That's familiar, at least! What's unfamiliar, however, is the ship itself.

Feel free to encounter a funnily-dressed man flitting about the ship, checking out all the amenities and overall construction. Sometimes he'll address fellow passengers directly or just muse aloud:]

Wooooow~! Look at this! It's nothing like my Salty Stallion!

[Hello he is a Ye Olde and what are these fancy metal kitchen appliances?? And don't even get him started on the engine room!!]

2 - motive

[It's motive day...and when Sylvando gets a peek of what's in his envelope, his typically unwavering smile disappears entirely. His grip on the envelope and its contents tighten, crinkling them at the edges.

He shoots an uncharacteristic glare at the intercom from which the Captain's voice rang out.]

You leave him out of this!

[Oh dear, is this a hostage motive?]

3 - afterparty

[Well, that trial sure was a shitshow, and everyone could certainly use a morale boost right about now. Sylvando has offered to help in this endeavor, cooking something comforting with some resources from the buffet's salad bar.

For those hanging out in the dining hall, he'll approach anyone who looks particularly lost.]

Mind if I join you, darling? You look like you could use an ear, or maybe even a shoulder.

4 - wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up with something else or contact me at Arystar. /o/]

3, after-party;

[notthathighwind]

[ Cid had assisted in his own way, by spreading the word, but had taken the chance at some point to sit by himself. It's been a long three weeks, and already it was beginning to feel like they were in for the long haul. To the point where he wondered how they could stop it (if they could at all, came a dangerous thought.)

He wasn't lost in the traditional sense, but definitely lost in thought. So much so that he didn't really hear Sylvando as the words passed through his head. ]

Hm? My apologies, did you say something? I was... a little distracted.

Antonio | Identity V | OTA

[puppetlooselystrung]

Name: Antonio | The Musician
Age: 31 | Species: Human | Occupation: Violinist
Likes: His talents, gambling, wine
Dislikes: His talents, debts, ludicrous demands
Traits: Prideful, Hedonistic, Burnt-out
Trivia: Has a long history of medical illnesses!

1. Oh no...
[ Whoever wrote these stupid profiles neglected to include "gilded cages" as one of his dislikes. He could have sworn he just got himself out of one in the worst possible way, so why is he waking up in another one?! This isn't even a decently sized living quarters, just a tiny room with a tiny window overlooking the water-- ]

What the...? [ Wait. Now that he's actually getting out of bed to check, that sure is the ocean outside and nothing else.

A few seconds later, this lanky man opens the door and pokes his head out into the hallway. He frowns, brushing his long black hair behind his ear as he gets a feeling for his surroundings. ]

... A pleasure cruise? They put me on a pleasure cruise??

2. Poking about.
[ Fun fact. Although the idea of sailing on a ship for fun became popular in the late 1800's, the first ship made specifically for this purpose wasn't built until 1900.

Not only is Antonio from before 1900, he's also vastly unfamiliar with many of the amenities aboard the ship. What are all these different electric machines littered about the vessel? Who is Jimmy Buffet and why is there a perpetual seafood buffet named after him? Why are there a hundred glowing number boxes cluttering up the casino?? WHY DOES THIS SHIP SEEM SO HUGE?!?

It's enough to drive a man to drink! Luckily, there's a strangely decorated bar tucked away in one of the many corridors. He's already poured a bit of what he thinks is absinthe into a shot glass... But oh, there are no absinthe spoons or sugar cubes. Guess he has to make due with a fork and one of these... Weird... Packets of sugar? ]

How do you even get the sugar out of it...? [ He's squinting at the tiny pouch looking for an opening. Absinthe is supposed to be relaxing, damnit! How is he supposed to unwind with all this inconvenience?!

... Maybe someone should tell him he's trying to pour sugar into a glass of lime margarita mix. ]

4. Poor fool, he makes me laugh.
[ Good news. He finally got his instrument back. Bad news... ]

Oh no...

[ Three of the strings are busted, and it did not come with the bow. He lets out a frustrated groan as he puts another coin into the machine. Maybe lady luck will smile on him and give him the means to repair--

Thunk. ] Gah!

[ A wooden doll tumbles out of the machine... It looks an awful lot like him, save for the hideous grin and those black, empty eyes... ]

Urgh... They must be playing a horrible joke on me...

[ That's what this is, this machine is actively mocking him somehow. He has no choice but to take these miserable prizes with him... Though, the doll...

Actually, he'll take the doll to the edge of the deck and prepare to toss it overboard. ]

6. Can you please play me a lullaby?
[ Well... There is one thing he can do to liven things up around here.

Somehow, he managed to get his hands on a perfectly good violin from the ship's orchestra. It did need a bit of tuning, but once everything was ready he set up in a spot that gets a good amount of foot traffic and began to play.

The profile was right, he is rather skilled at this instrument. It would be better if he had a proper audience, but... Could be worse. Maybe you might want to stop and listen for a while. ]

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[onlyyoucan]

Emily!

[Sara rushes over to -- is she talking to him, his name is definitely not Emily. She stumbles to a stop and looks over the doll, face going from panic into a disappointed lineface.]

...What's that?

Plumeria | Fire Emblem: Heroes

[paucipan]

Name: Plumeria | Lewd Dream
Age: ??? | Species: Dökkálfr. | Occupation: Servant to the Queen of Dökkálfheimr.
Likes: Unconditional love, mortal desires, heroism, Lady Freyja.
Dislikes: Wells, mortal desires, repulsive mortals.
Trivia: Plumeria has long wished to become a hero, so that she could make her mother proud.

II.

[Plumeria isn't exactly one for good first impressions; that much is likely obvious as the days go by, her dour demeanor known to pretty much anyone who's talked to her for more than a second at a time. She's quite prickly, and being on a ship with a bunch of mortals certainly hasn't helped her mood in the slightest. Even at her best, she seems to keep everyone at arms length, distrustful of most everything here.

Most everything, of course, does not extend to the buffet table. As much as Plumeria tries to deny it, even she's a slave to more...mortal desires. And more mortal desires, in this case, is enough variety in sweets to make Plumeria's inner child light up like the decorative lights on this cruise ship. But there is one thing that's managed to capture her interest rather effectively, and Plumeria can hardly believe what she's seeing.

A fountain. A fountain that's shooting up chocolate, like something a Ljósálfr would give to a child in their sweetest of dreams, and Plumeria seems utterly entranced by it, wings fluttering of their own accord as she places a piece of strawberry on a stick and dip it into the chocolate, before taking it out and biting it and--]

Oh-- [Well, she's pleased. She's just going to get that swallowed down.] Well, it seems that there's one good thing on this ship.

[...She may be walking around the table a bit, looking around a bit to...oh god someone please stop her, she's absolutely going to try and take it for herself if not stopped--]

III.

[Secrets aren't something that Plumeria is usually all too perturbed by, really. She's the fairy that sees the most secret and salacious dreams of mortals; any kind of secret that they could take from her would only serve to make her laugh, Plumeria thought. Mortals were always so horribly base about such things, and yet...

Plumeria opens up her envelope easily, rolling her eyes before she reads the secret in question, and oh, her tune changes fast.]

...And here I thought you mortals were horrific as it is, but this is--

[Plumeria crushes the piece of paper in her hands, the almost cruel smirk on her face only barely hiding the fury that's building underneath. Whatever her secret is, she's fucking pissed that they've brought it to the surface as she storms off.]

IV.

[The sole reason that Plumeria is at this machine is to get rid of these stupid coins that keep popping up in her room, really, and try as she might to get something useful out of these machines, it always seems to be the same various knick knacks and other horrible items that plague her. Nothing useful for her, but...

Well, you might just be walking into the room at the same time, and though it's with Plumeria's usual coldness, she does call out to you.]

Hey, come here for a moment. [Yes, that means you.] I've no use for any of this; come and take some of it off of my hands.

[...It. It doesn't sound like she's giving you an option, but it's free stuff??? Maybe it'll be worth it. Only you can choose your fate.]

VI.

[Wanna do something else? Hit me up at cityescape if you'd like!]

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[onlyyoucan]

...

[Sara raises her eyebrows and looks over the pile... okay?]

Build-it-yourself furniture... hot sauce... ancient board games?

Senshi | Delicious in Dungeon | Ota!

[roastbasilisk]

Name: Senshi | The Forager
Age: Adult | Species: Dwarf | Occupation: Dungeon Crawler
Likes: Foraging, Cooking, Monsters
Dislikes: Magic Users, Poor nutrition, Bad manners
Traits: Thoughtful, Unusual, Passionate (for cooking)
Trivia: He has lived in a dungeon for over 10 years surviving off monsters.

Room for all kinds of activities!

[With all the harping pretty much everyone has heard from Senshi about food preparation, you'd think he'd be ecstatic to find out about the restaurant in here, but you wouldn't be further from the truth.

While he didn't have the most experience with sea travel, he could tell just by looking at his fried coconut shrimp was not well cooked at all. The crust was cloyingly sweet and had a mushy texture, while the shrimp itself tasted like it had been frozen and then defrosted. But that made no sense! If they were trapped on the ocean, surely seafood would be the easiest thing to catch and prepare! And if they needed to preserve fish for future use, salting it or smoking it would have been a much more reasonable option than using ice magic.

After only a couple bites of the shrimp, he places his fork down, and makes another order: this time ordering the catch of the day ("mysterious white fish"), and an assortment of vegetables, both noticeably raw.

He scans the dining area to confirm that there were certainly more tables here than there needs to be; it's not like they all eat meals at the same time anyway. He starts dismantling one of the tables until he creates usable logs out of them. He starts rubbing some sticks when he notices someone else in the room.

Instead of freaking out, he quickly hands them a steak knife and a potato.]

If ye start peeling the vegetables, we can eat this stew sooner.

[It's entirely possible that he knows this would be against the rules but he just doesn't care.]

Son of a son of a motive

[Well all good things have to come to an end, as the host announces a motive. This week it's the classic change one thing that happened in your past. Each one of them was given an envelope with a small message of the biggest thing they want changed from their past.

Senshi doesn't look at it, he doesn't need to, he simply pockets it and shakes his head.]

Ye got a lot of guts to try somethin' like this.

[His tone is even, but there is a hint of anger in his voice.]

Wasting away again in... well, a murder

[Bilbo Baggins is dead

This certainly wasn't the first body he's seen. Living in a dungeon for 10 years gets you used to it. Even if they weren't able to be resurrected for one reason or another, Senshi knew that death was a part of life, and saw no use in going into despair over this.

Still, a man was just murdered, and he knows that they have to work together to find out what happened.]

... So does anyone want to confess? I promise I won't get mad.

[He sounds like he's genuinely expecting an answer.]

restaurant

[onlyyoucan]

[Sara walks into the restaurant and... stares wordlessly for a bit.]

A campfire?

Data | Star Trek: The Next Generation

[ltcommandroid]

Name: Data | The Real Boy
Age: 32 | Species: Android | Occupation: Starfleet officer
Likes: Humanity, art, Spot
Dislikes: Violence, injustice, losing control
Traits: Curious, calm, loyal
Trivia: Data is currently the only Soong-type android in existence!

i. room for activities

[Even if we have all been kidnapped, we're still on a beautiful cruise ship! It's sunny out! There's a pool! People could totally have a good time here until someone inevitably ends up dead! 

Despite all of this, Data is currently sitting at the poolside, reading a book. He's reading it pretty fast, in fact; he's brought a whole stack. Don't worry, though, he's more than willing to get into the spirit of things! He's also wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sunglasses that he's dug out of somewhere or other. Look! He's doing the thing!]

ii. wasting away again

[Oh, no! It looks like someone has stabbed Evan Hansen several times! How absolutely tragic!

Upon finding the body, Data smoothly kneels down next to the body and feels for a pulse. It looks bad, but humans can survive a great deal; it's good to make sure.]

...he is dead.

[Yeah, no huge reaction here. Hope that doesn't make him look bad???]

iii. the BEST FRIEND

[Thus far, Data has only received random items from the unmarked vending machine, most of which have been completely useless. Still, he keeps on putting in all the coins he receives. Maybe it'll drop something worthwhile at some point.

Whatever he might have anticipated, it surely was not just a whole-ass cat. Out of a vending machine.]

Spot!

[You'll see Data crouching down to gently help extract the cat (an orange tabby) from the little flap at the bottom of the machine, then hold her to his chest as he rises again. She plants her paws on his shoulder, seemingly quite at home here.]

How long have you been inside this machine? Are you injured? [He holds her out to inspect her. She's totally fine, ftr.]

i

[galalass]

Excuse me. Were you done with this one?

[Mash is tentatively picking up 'The Complete Sherlock Holmes' from what she really hopes is Data's 'read' pile.]

morgan le fay | ah! my goddess: the movie

[amortristis]

Name: Morgan | Separation Anxiety
Age: ??? | Species: Human? | Occupation: College student
Likes: Being in love, Keiichi Morisato, uhhh maybe something else
Dislikes: Being alone, the heavens, the Judgment Gate
Trivia: Morgan recently joined the Motor Club at the Nekomi Institute of Technology.

a. love won't hurt anymore

[ If Morgan is worried about anything going on here, she sure makes it really hard to tell. Given how she gives everyone a wide berth, she clearly understands the rules of engagement, but it doesn't exactly make her the easiest to connect with. It's probably easier for her that way – the last thing she wants to do is get attached to any of these people.

But it doesn't make this ship any less fascinating. It's easy to get gist of how it all works, but there's some things on the boat that elude her, like the giant shuffleboard field on the deck by the pool. With a cue in hand, she's kneeling by the edge of the playing field, picking up one of the colored pucks and looks it over. ]

I don't get it.

[ You and me both. ]

b. it's an open smile on a friendly shore

[ Somehow, Morgan hadn't really taken a look at the items she'd pulled from the vending machine until she got to the duty free store, perusing the perfumes and cosmetics that lined the shelves. She wasn't sure why she even carried it around, to be completely honest. A lot of the others seemed to not think most of it was worth it, so she was inclined to agree on that point.

She moves off to the side, poking through the Atlantic Cruse tote she'd swiped from the novelty item store. An egg... a sword with a black blade... a hideous wooden marionette –

Morgan's eyes widen as something catches her eye, and she fishes it out of the bag. To whoever sees it, it looks like a sculpture meant for a desk, a sort of sculpture with what appears to be an angel or something carved in the middle.

She stands there quietly for a few moments, her jaw clenched and her gaze intense, as she suddenly throws the statue at the nearest wall, shattering it and a few shelving units full of perfume on it. That's... that'll probably get fixed at some point, right? ]

c. THE LOOOOVE BOOOOOOOAT

[ Got anything else you wanna do? Hit me up at hnnng! This is mostly me just voicetesting more than anything serious. ouo)/ ]

A - friendship also won't hurt anyone!

[cethflayn]

I believe it is a game of some kind!

[Oh no, it's that small peppy girl with the green hair. Morgan definitely probably did not want to have to deal with this one.]

Though the rules and actions of it elude me...perhaps someone else knows how it is played?

Hubert von Vestra | Fire Emblem Three Houses

[pegasinister]

Name: Hubert von Vestra | The Retainer
Age: 26 | Species: Human | Occupation: Minister of the Imperial Household
Likes: Irony, coffee, intelligence, useful people
Dislikes: The Church of Seiros, those who bother Edelgard, gambling, heights, nostalgia, laziness
Traits: Cold, astute, loyal
Trivia: Hubert has been working for the Imperial family since he was six.

2...?

[It's easy to forget they are on a ship at all for most people. It's large enough that when inside the bowls of the ship you can pretend to be in a building. As long as you can ignore the subtle sway of the 'ground' between your feet.

For the first week, it seems Hubert is not having a good go of doing that. It's only when everyone is inside for some event or another that he can found on the deck... looking a bit green and half hanging off the railing.

Oops.]

3

[ There's been a few motives so far- most of them ridiculous. Wealth, changing the past, all sorts of pointless things. Hubert doesn't even open his right away- instead, he takes the chance of people yelling and bickering over it to observe, trying to peek at others' envelopes. What weaknesses might set someone on the path of murder? He's... curious.]

5

[ The body has been found, and they are sorely lacking in doctors. So it seems today Hubert is the one doing the body check. He crouches over the corpse, with a slight 'hm' before reaching into his pocket to draw out a second pair of gloves- these black leather instead of his normal white dress gloves. He quickly switches them out before setting to work]

Well then, this shouldn't be too difficult- for once it seems our culprit actually knew what they were doing. Look how clean the slice across the throat is- even if they were already unconscious only someone with steady hands could manage this. Not a single tear or jagged edge. Quite impressive. Under normal circumstances this would be a problem but... well, very few of us have the training or the personality to manage it.

2

[pitofriendship]

Hey Hubie, enjoying the view?

[Relentlessly oblivious chipper attitude helps with seasickness, right?]

Actually pretty nice scenery for a kidnapping. Just endless miles and miles of open water on all sides, not a bit of land in sight- gently rocking side to side constantly-

Lorna | Over The Garden Wall

[bonesorter]

Name: Lorna | The Unfortunate One
Age: Appears 16-17 | Species: Human? | Occupation: Maid
Likes: Turtles, Books, Tea
Dislikes: Bells
Traits: Shy, anxious, kind, susceptible to temptation
Trivia: The ringing of the bell commands her...

1.

[On the one hand, waking up in a room that's put together so nicely and gives her a view of the ocean, a place she thought she would never see in her lifetime, doesn't seem like such a bad thing to Lorna, at first. The flowers really are quite lovely, and she's tempted to open the window to let the breeze roll in and envelop the room. It would be a change of best from the smell of cleaning supplies ad nauseum, after all.

... On the other hand, she cannot remember how she even got here on this ship, and she is almost certainly in big trouble for being here.

As such, one may find her pacing around the ship nervously, wringing her hands as she talks quietly to herself for the time being, unsure of what to do.]

It doesn't seem like such a bad place... but oh, Auntie Whispers will be furious when she discovers our absence...

[The way she says it seems to imply that whoever this "Auntie Whispers" is, she's possibly more terrified of them and their supposed temper than the fact that she's practically been kidnapped here.]

2.

[Eventually, Lorna appears to cease her fretting, at least for now once she finds the library on the ship. Here, she seems to be much more at ease, reading whichever books she finds that are of interest and soon creating an impressive stack on the table here. Before, she could only hope that Auntie Whispers would bring her a book back during one of her trips from around the Unknown, but only after it was "approved" as something that would not "give her any strange ideas"...

But now, there is no one to stop her from reading what she so chooses. And she can even speak with other people now for their own thoughts on them too, so after a little while, she works up the courage to ask someone nearby--]

Have you read any of these tales before? I'm interested in recommendations that you would consider worth your time.

3.

[Lorna should have known that her freedom was a false one here. Upon reading the note inside the envelope, she pales considerably, clutching the note to her chest.]

I... I don't understand why this is necessary.

[She would have accepted the idea of staying here forever instead of returning to Auntie Whispers, but now they're acting as if a life needs to be taken in order to keep this peace she found here.

What a terrifying, dangerous temptation to offer to someone like her here...]

4.

[........ Lmao Lorna is from like the late 17-1800s?? So she has no idea what this machine is. She can only stare at it in confusion, warily prod at it here and there as she tries to determine what it's purpose is and where it came from.

At least, until someone manages to help her figure out that she's supposed to be putting her coins in it, and all is well and good... until a certain object falls out in reach of you, and the moment Lorna realizes what it is, she starts to panic.]

I--I beg of you, please don't touch that. It's... it's not what you may think it is...

[Do you heed her warning? Or will you try to ring the bell anyway?]

5.

[Wow, there sure was a heckin murder, wasn't there? Oddly enough, Lorna has been rather quiet both in the discovery of the body, during the investigation, and even now at the trial, just sort of staring out into space. Maybe the loss of one of our friends here was that much of a shock to her? Should you try saying anything to her.......?]

Wildcard??

[If there's something you wanna do that I didn't already offer, hit me up here!!]

3

[puppetlooselystrung]

[ Antonio grimaces at the note in his hand.

He's been in a gilded cage before, he had a feeling another shoe would drop... And this is it. ]

This is barbaric! [ He hisses at the Captain. ] What do you want from us, some twisted form of entertainment?!

[ Alas, his complaints fall on deaf ears. ]

Adeline Merrow | Pokemon/Undertale OC | OTA

[oceangirlfriend]

Name: Adeline Merrow | The Oceanologist
Age: 30 | Species: Cyborg | Occupation: Cultural Ambassador
Likes: Helping people get along, the ocean, her team, Captain Undyne
Dislikes: Pushy guys, pollution, being told to wear more
Traits: Patient, curious
Trivia: She installed and devised almost all of her upgrades herself.

1 - Good Morning Margaritaville

[Despite the confusion in her expression, Adeline's voice is fairly pleasant and she maintains a smile as she steps out on deck to talk to whoever she meets. Her cyborg enhancements are on full display, her tail waving slowly behind her as she talks.]

Excuse me? Do you know where we are? I'm afraid I somehow ended up here without any of my team.

3 - So You Say You Want a Motivation

[Adeline's usual smile is gone, but despite the trembling in her hands as she grips the motive envelope, her voice still remains even.]

...I won't allow this. I won't allow you to set back monster/human relations like that.

5 - Death Bell Tolls

NO! [Adeline lets out a loud cry when she comes across the body, but by the time someone else comes along she's gone back to her usual tone.]

I wanted to stop the motive, but not like this. And now we must search for evidence of the killer...I'm afraid I won't be much help with the body.

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[puppetlooselystrung]

[ She'll encounter a very disoriented man in gothic attire who regards her with a smile at first. ] I wouldn't know myself, my... Dear...

[ His smile drops once he gets a good look at her. Yes, this is a beautiful woman in scandalous attire, but her choice of wardrobe made it very clear she has... Metal... patches on her skin? And slits on her neck?? And a mechanical tail???

He stares agape at the offending appendage for some time, trying to register what he's seeing. He can surely add this to the strange things he's seen on this boat so far, like the odd style of furniture and the weird black frames with moving pictures and the strange boxes in the dining area and-- ]

That's it. [ The corner of his mouth twitches. ] Either I'm dreaming this whole thing, or I've finally gone mad!

Shard | Sonic (Archie Comics)

[sharddrive]

Name: Shard | The Shadow
Age: Yes | Species: Metal Sonic | Occupation: Secret Freedom Fighter
Likes: Chili dogs, speed, Nicole
Dislikes: His family, isolation, being buried alive
Traits: Direct, reckless, sarcastic
Trivia: Shard has been destroyed and rebuilt three times.

»Arise«
[Okay, waking up on a boat with no memories of arriving is pretty weird. Especially since he doesn't actually need to sleep. And none of his weapons or boosters seem to be working.]

[That's probably a problem.]

[He's moving cautiously around the ship, trying to stay out of sight; there's a lot of Overlanders here, and no one from Station Square is likely to react well to meeting an Eggman robot no matter how charming he tries to make his approach.]

[So if you're one of the many humans on board, you might catch a glimpse of him peeking around a corner before ducking back out of sight.]

[If you're somehow obviously NOT human there's a chance Shard will approach you, trying to look as non-threatening as is possible for a sharply polished weapon of war to be.]

Hey, any idea where the Little Bots Room is? I must've missed the chance to grab a map when I came on board and the crew seems pretty scarce right now.

»Activities«
[Shard has no need or ability to eat food, but here he is carting a plate of shrimp out of the buffet.]

[He takes them to the edge of the deck and starts tossing them overboard one at a time.]

Eat up, guys.

[Spoken, apparently, to the seagulls following the ship's wake and diving to snatch the shrimp out of the air or from the foaming surf as they arc down to the sea.]

Don't suppose any of you nerds can talk, huh?

[And later on, he can be found in the ship's arcade, carefully inspecting the machines.]

Okay smartbot, one of these have to have some kind of network connection, right? Just need to find it.

»Motive«
You're kidding, right?

[Shard isn't showing off the photo that was in his envelope, but he's not making any effort to hide it, either.]

Harder losers than you have tried, and they all got spanked hard and ran off crying.

»Friend«
[Shard is standing in front of the vending machine, dead-eyeing the crudely stitched doll of- what is this? It's some kind of animal with two tails, at least.]

I feel like I'm being mocked.

»Wasting Away«
Well. Hm.

[There's no mistaking the body, even with the extensive damage to the head and face. Dr. Robotnik, the Eggman, is dead.]

I'd be lying if I said this didn't mean some mixed feelings. Or that they'd be slightly less mixed if I didn't know I'm gonna be prime suspect here.

»Wildcard«
[Come at me.]

vending machine

[onlyyoucan]

[Even the person who spends 90% of her time in here linefacing has to stare and blink at that doll.]

What is that? Is it yours?

Zaveid | Tales of Berseria

[sivard]

Name: Zaveid | The Whirlwind
Age: 500 | Species: Malak | Occupation: Drifter
Likes: alcohol, helping people
Dislikes: killing, violence with no reason
Traits: protective, free-spirited
Trivia: he uses a pendulum as a weapon

I
[Waking up with no memory of how he got somewhere is not something Zaveid is used to, not at all. It's downright unsettling, and reminds him of...

No. He's not going to think about it right now.

What he is going to do, though, is people watch. The moment someone notices it— either by calling him out on it, or staring, he'll straighten up.]

You can see me?

II
[The moment the gym opens up, Zaveid can be found in it.

He might not have his artes, might not even have his inborn wind skills with him, but he's still fast and in incredible shape.

He looks like he's having a grand old time, and waves to anyone walking through the door.]

Hey~!


III
[That sure was a motive, wasn't it? Zaveid looks pretty pissed. He's not acting cheerful for once, his arms folded across his chest.]

Would anyone actually fall for that shit? I can't think of a more obvious trap than claiming to hold loved ones hostage and threatening to kill them if you don't get everyone else killed first.

It's not true.

[He says that, but...]

III

[scythegun]

[Ah yes, it's that time of week, time to be threatened so someone will find themselves in a position where killing is suddenly a great idea. How fun!!]

Well, it was only a matter of time before hostages were used against us, I suppose...

[Even Yeager doesn't seem as completely upbeat as usual, but he shrugs once that's out there.]

You are right though, ja. There's no way this is real. [He waggles the envelope for emphasis.] If it was, they should have given us more than just a few mildly threatening pictures!

Reika Rikudou | Fate/Apocrypha

[leaveittomother]

Name: Reika Rikudou | The Underdog
Age: 23| Species: Human| Occupation: Unemployed
Likes: Calmness, her child, cooking
Dislikes: Being in pain, her ex
Traits: Goes with the flow, motherly
Trivia: She has a natural talent for foreign languages.

1. Jimmy Buffet: Time for Boat Drinks

There's someone who is taking this in stride. Reika is near the railing, leaning her back against it and a fancy drink in one hand. Her eyes flick around the crowd as she sips daintily.]

Don't worry. [A docile smile plays at her lips.] If the drinks were poisoned, we'd already know. Looks like our host doesn't want us to die right away.

[She takes another drink. It probably had only been a month or two but it feels forever since she'd had a drink. Reika's never been a big drinker but, well, that's what 'tourists' do, right?]

Never thought I'd have enough money to go on a cruise--I'm just curious where our dear Captain is taking us.

[2. Gentle Affection

Someone is poking around the vending machines. The unmarked one draws vague curiosity. Reika pokes around and a white suit jacket drops out of the machine. Her easy-going smile breaks at that. She rolls it up and is heading back to the decks. Maybe you catch her looking over the ocean with it or maybe you catch her way to back to her cabin.

She pauses.] Oh, hey. Sorry. Do you think the ship has an incinerator?

[3. All You Want to Do (Is Commit Murder)

Someone finally snapped, it seems. The Buffet buffet is a mess. Someone is face down in a bowl of punch. Perhaps Katherine Howard the Beheaded is just drunk. She's been known to party hard, after all.

Except... she's not moving. Reika tilts her head as she surveys the scene.] It looks like someone finally decided to take the Captain on his offer.

[She pauses, then quietly she says:] No wonder it was her. Everyone knows you take out the queen first. That's always a smart move in chess. [Then she jumps at her own words.]

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. That's quite rude to Katherine. Let's find out what happened.

[4. Wildcard!

Hit me up with any scenario you want!]

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[oceangirlfriend]

[Adeline's usual calm smile has shifted to a more neutral expression as she observes the scenario. She's already moving to observe the body.]

It's quite alright. We all blurt out something we don't quite mean, sometimes. [As she speaks, she lifts up Katherine's head slightly, pursing her lips.] She doesn't appear to have drowned. Though I wouldn't rule out suffocation by itself just yet.