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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Sept 4, 2023 6:42:49 GMT
SCORES: JACKSON----:XXXXXXXX RAPHAEL----:00388086 FELIX------:00314673 YUTARO-----:00308322 DAE-SEONG--:00300629 REBECCA----:00432461 LYRIC------:00489201 DECKER-----:XXXXXXXX A-SH-------:00120179 ANASTASIO--:01519775 AVA--------:00377707 HISOKA-----:XXXXXXXX ROSEMARY---:00143175 COLEBRANDON:00324508 SARA-------:XXXXXXXX This post will be updated as the game progresses, so be sure to check back frequently! Participants:dootdoot as Jackson Diamond~! :diamond: (he/him) Safy as Raphael Armster (she/her) Neotelenta as Felix Deprisma (he/him) Joker as Yutaro Amada(he/him) NIKI as Dae-Seong Kim (he/him) Panda as Rebecca Heathe (she/her) Joy as Lyric Eventide (she/they) JaytheBluPirate as Decker Wolfe (he/him) Kachu as A-SH Mk. 11 (they/she) vampgutz as Anastasio Serpent (they/he/star) Akkordian as Ava Dianthus (she/her) pancakes as Hisoka Yamashita (he/him) Collin1002 as Rosemary Kozlov (she/her) HonestIago as Cole-Brandon Longhorn (he/him) tinyeggz as Sara Bella (she/her) [#spoiler=RP Rules and Ettiquette]1. Be active. The expectation for activity is about one post per day. Even with just that much the game can be fun and interesting! And even if you miss a few days please just do your best! Let me know as soon as possible about gaps in your availability. 1. Respect other players. Do not do anything that makes other players feel unsafe / uncomfortable / dejected. This includes going on about how you hate some characters in the OOC discord chat, or having your character harass another character after that player or I set a boundary with you. In general, try to uplift other players. In an RP, your goal is to make other players have fun. 2. Keep it Safe For Work. Some NSFW-ish stuff is okay but please be tastefully oblique and especially respect any boundaries set by other players on this. 3. No godmodding. In general, don't say what the characters of the players do in your post. Sometimes to make things flow better, you might say things like "And then many people went to the movie theater" in order to move a scene along, but if you do this, try to get some agreement from other players first that that's what they seemingly want to do. 4. Be a team player. Not everything will go exactly to your vision of what you want to get out of the game. Please be flexible with the role you want your character to play and support the overall narrative that everyone is a part of. 5. Communicate with the GM. If you have an issue with where your character is headed or with the pacing of the story, please let the GM know. I will do my best to check in with everyone and throw out questions to people fairly frequently since this is ultimately my responsibility, but if you want the most out of this experience please tell me what you want![/spoiler] [#spoiler=Cast Photo] [/spoiler] [#spoiler=Chapter Navigation] Prologue: 100,000,000 Steps to HellBogota Rho Shanahan's IntroductionChapter 1: I Look at the Floor and I See It Needs Sweeping (Location)The Ground RulesCrab Game: The FireCase ResultChapter 1 ENDChapter 2: Let’s Turn Forever, You and Me (Location)Crab Game: The AccidentCase ResultChapter 2: ENDChapter 3: There's Nothing Wrong With My State of Mental Health (Location)The Press Conference (Day 50)[/spoiler] [#spoiler=Rules Cards] Ground Floor Rules1. Players may not leave the house by climbing over or tunnelling under the 18-foot privacy walls or by breaking out of any of the doors at the far perimeter of the house. 2. Players must stay sequestered within the house for at least 100 days except during the time designated for organized excursions. 3. The house is under strict surveillance with privacy only given behind bathroom stalls. 4. It is strictly forbidden to use a phone or computer to contact the outside world or to view comments that voice a fact or opinion on this show. 5. No racial or ethnic discrimination, no homophobia or transphobia, no misogyny, and other forms of bigotry may be added to this list as necessary. 6. No sexual harassment. 7. All players have submitted to neural microchip injections which will allow users to see through your eyes (genetic and behavioral data of each player was gathered beforehand to make sure the injections were safe and done when you were least susceptible to detection). 8. At the end of 100 days, the five players who scored the most points will be permitted to exit the house and they will be considered the winners. 9. All other players, dead or living, will be forced to pay the debt of the winning players, which they will have to work off in a corporate prison of their choosing. 10. Players can earn points by getting votes in online polls or by getting comments about them online; each vote in a poll will give 1 point and each comment will give 1 point; be sure to get the audience all excited. OOC: Check the tab on the OP on how to get points.11. If the above isn't enough, players may also lock in a 100 million point total by winning a round of the Crab Game. 12. The Crab Game is played in the following manner, any player that kills a fellow player becomes the King Crab. 13. The King Crab in the Crab Game is decided by a team of ethicists that pinpoint the player who had most control over the killing. 14. After a dead person is discovered by three people, an announcement will be made that a body has been discovered and a Crab Trial will start within six hours of the body being discovered. 15. During a Crab Trial, all players will try to figure out who is the King Crab by reviewing evidence and alibis. 16. At the end of the Crab Trial, the players will vote for who they think the King Crab is by saying who killed whom and if the majority are correct, the King Crab will be reduced to zero points and be killed; otherwise, the King Crab is set at 100 million points and sequestered in a separate area from other players for the rest of the game. (In the case that multiple body discoveries take place before the trial, multiple votes will be allowed to take place but they will be resolved simultaneously) 17. All players who die are reduced to zero points and the bodies will be sequestered for debt repayment purposes. 18. Serious rule breaking will be met with immediate death.[/spoiler] [#spoiler=House Map]Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: [/spoiler] [#spoiler=Trial Resources] Lifelines:500000 Points - Hangcrab (The crabs ask a question. The crabs then play a game of hangman to determine what the answer to the question is! The crabs get six strikes until they lose the game of hangman!) 500000 Points - Crabbattle (Two crabs each state their theory on how events occurred. The crabs are then told which of the two crabs had the better theory that more aligned with reality!) 1000000 Points - Crabdive (The crabs choose a question, the host will then ask a series of ten questions about the case that lead toward the correct answer of the question! The questions are multiple choice, but one wrong answer ends the dive!)[/spoiler] [#spoiler=Explanation of FTEs]At the start of every chapter you are given 1 FTE voucher which you can use at any time to open a private conversation with one of the other players In this private conversation, you can talk or act out whatever scenes you want to add to your story. In each chapter opening post, I will say that everyone has received a beginning-of-chapter FTE voucher. FTEs typically close at the end of the chapter in which they were opened. If two FTE vouchers are used on the same FTE connection, then that connection becomes permanent and lasts the duration of the game. Additional FTE vouchers will be available for purchase during the game.[/spoiler] [#spoiler=Current Point Store Menu]MENU (Lv. 3) FTE voucher - 40000 ???? - 100000 A title from a real European monarch - 10000 External Excursion Pass (Adventure Park/Spa/Movies) - 20000 Per Person Letter from home - 100000 Item under 100000$ - 200000 Item under 10000$ - 40000 Item under 100$ - 1000[/spoiler]
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Sept 4, 2023 7:26:03 GMT
Prologue: 100,000,000 Steps to Hell[#spoiler=Prologue] Beep![ Music: The Curse of the Camera] Uproarious applause~A man walks on stage in an excellently tailored suit. A timid smile at his lips. Hoots and hollers can be heard from every corner of the room. It's his nineteenth award of the night. Garry Gallaway sighs quietly, emotional at how much has changed for him since this is all started. Being the Ultimate Reality Television Producer has been very intense journey these past few years. He calmly waits (and for a long time) for the applause to die down. "Well, I appreciate the compliment! The Fall of Fashion was so much fun to work on from a production standpoint. I love all the people I worked with and I loved creating such an intense competition format that showed off the talents of so many wonderful designers. I am very excited for their future designs and I feel good that so many people were able to enjoy something like high fashion for themselves. So thank you very much to my creative team." A couple of screams come from somewhere in the crowd and he gives a little bow in their direction. He is about to say something else when someone yells from the back of the room, "What's next, Garry?" And with that comes the flood of actors and daytime hosts and families yelling the same thing up at him. He doesn't look like he knows what to do, waiting awkwardly for the screams to die down. The production team on the rewards show does nothing to help him as he flounders in front of the huge crowd. Nearly three minutes later, he just tries to talk over the audience, "Well, uh... I don't... I'm not sure... I didn't have any..." Beep![ Music: Silent Collusion] The scene changes to a different one. A black car is driving down a city street in the pouring rain. To the left or right street are houses with tall privacy fences. The tops of huge houses peek above the stone walls. The car stops in a puddle. A man steps out, opens an umbrella, and goes to open the door to the back seat. A blindfolded person steps out of the car holding the man's hand under the umbrella. The man says something inaudible through the sound of the rain, grabs a suitcase out of the trunk of the car and takes the person's hand and guides them up to an alcove in a 20-foot-tall stone wall. The scene is a little unnerving. The cinematography is a little amateurish and the sound quality is downright horrible in the rain. It is reminiscent of an art film while seeming eerily real. Like this person is really blindfolded and coming out of a black car. Is this a prank show? Is there going to be a laugh at some point? Checking around for a synopsis, the name of the show appears in the corner: Manor of Crabs...[/spoiler] You feel yourself being pulled further and further. Thankfully, even though you hear wind and rain whipping around you, you don't feel it falling on your head. The blindfold is too heavy to see through as you're guided up a set of stairs. "...Careful, big step." The next area you walk through smells amazing. Floral scents and a fresh rain scent smells much too good. It is as if you have walked into a well-manicured garden, and perhaps you have. The man who is guiding you opens another door ahead of you. You feel yourself immersed in a cool, echoing room. "Remove your blindfold, go wait upstairs." The man then closes the door behind you. Upon taking off your blindfold, you see a sleek black marble room. A metal and wood staircase leads up. On the side of the room a large vase detailed with crabs sits to the side. Manor of Crabs... This is it. You're inside. To confirm your suspicions, a tv camera sits in an upper corner, in a place not so intrusive as to be seen immediately, but it's there. Next to you are the belongings you packed in your suitcase. You grab the suitcase and go up the set of stairs. At the top, the room opens into a big fancy sitting area. A big window sits on the wall. With the lights on, it's hard to see out into the darkness of night but there seems to be plenty of foliage. Around the perimeter of the room are more vases decorated with crabs. A television sits on the central wall of the sitting area. It is dark. [ Music: A World of Shifting Eyes] [Have your characters walk into the room and introduce yourselves! Most will be walking from downstairs with their suitcase, but maybe others will enter in different ways if they have been told they can. Until everyone has posted, please limit yourself to only posting at most three times. After all fifteen players have posted once, this limit will be lifted.]
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Post by dootdoot on Sept 4, 2023 14:18:49 GMT
"Ha! Well, hello my fellow contestants! Pleased as punch to meet you all!" a man wearing a slightly ill fitting suit was already yelling out greetings by time he entered the room. "Well well, I suppose we have some sort of meet and greet situation on our hands here, don't we? Not to worry, I came prepared!" He dropped his suitcase to the ground and produced from his pocket a ridiculous looking business card outfitted with glitter and neon lights along the edges. "You may call me Jackson Diamond~, professional celebrity lifestyle guide!" he read out the only text in the card, before slipping it back into his pocket to make finger guns at everyone present, one by one. Not even the people just walking into the room were spared. "You may know me, or you may not know me, but you may, or nay, MUST know a few of my... Associates. Does Orlando Cruise ring a bell? Hm hm? He was the starring role in Piraña 5: Pirañapocalypse just this year! And let me tell you, old me taught old Lando EVERYTHING he knows! Haha!" "So to cut to the chase so to speak, should anyone here be in need of coaching in the finer points of stardom and celebritydom and any other doms, my door is always open! I'll have you know I provide my life changing services free of charge, even! So long as you're able to provide a little, shall we say, room and board, so to speak..."
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Post by Safy on Sept 4, 2023 14:33:44 GMT
Lugging a fairly light suitcase behind her, Raphael made her way from the stairs into the waiting room. “Great, thanks for the help……um hello?” She held up hand from the horrifically burned side of her body and surveyed the new room she found herself in. She found herself then verbally accosted by a well dressed man, “Oh, nice to…. Meet you….?” She blinked listening to his spiel then raised an eyebrow, “Any other doms you say…..? Uh, sure, okay. That’s an interesting proposition to make right off the bat.” She gave a friendly wave of an arm, “Anyways, I’m Raphael, uh….Raphael Armster. I do private investigative work in my hometown…. Not much else.” She sat down, sighing in exhaustion, “…. Seems right off the bat we have a ….spunky crowd. I’ll need a minute to adjust….or two…. Though I expected this….”
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Post by Neotelenta on Sept 4, 2023 15:49:58 GMT
Walking up the steps in the most average of ways, a man in a tan trenchcoat, black turtleneck, and forest green cargo pants walks up the stairs, holding the railing more out of habit than actual need with black gloves. His suitcase seems heavier than most, but is the same size as most of the other suitcases. As he reaches the top, he's greeted with two finger guns and smiles in return with genuine light-hearted amusement. He gives a nod to the private investigator. The man's demeanor is...refreshing? To even the most discerning individual, everything about this man seems content. Not in a manic or dreading accepting way, but in the way that someone is actually enjoying life. It radiates off of him. "Did anyone else smell the rain? It was rather nice." the man says as he sets the suitcase down for a brief moment to stretch his arms before picking it back up again. "My name is Felix Deprisma. It's nice to see you all. I specialize in I.T. support, among other things." he says, giving a light wave with his thumb and first two fingers to the room, skimming everyone's eyes with his own. "Mr. Diamond, you wouldn't happen to have a spare business card, would you? I would like to have one for future reference, actually."
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Post by Joker on Sept 4, 2023 17:28:27 GMT
Following after Felix was a young man who looked out of place compared to the room's fancy decor. He wore a Japanese high school uniform and glasses. He'd almost look like a typical student if it wasn't for the blond streak in his hair and his pierced ears. He was packed lightly, simply carrying a small bag with his belongings.
He looked around the room in awe, unintentionally ignoring the others as he took his surroundings in.
"I really shouldn't be here..." He mumbled. "Why did I agree to this?"
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Post by NIKI on Sept 4, 2023 17:41:15 GMT
Someone else is coming up the stairs! A tall, stylish man with pink hair appears. He's carrying an equally stylish black suitcase around. He looks around the room and waves at everyone. "Hello! My name's Dae, I'm part of the rising boy-band 4*SHORE! I hope we can all get along well!" Dae looks around the room and notices a familiar presence. His eyes widen in shock. "OH!! Mr. Diamond, what are the odds!" Dae looks like he can barely hold in his laughter. "...Do you remember me?" Dae smiles, winks and returns the finger guns gesture at Jackson Diamond.
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Post by dootdoot on Sept 4, 2023 18:06:18 GMT
"Mr. Diamond, you wouldn't happen to have a spare business card, would you? I would like to have one for future reference, actually." "Haha! Well, ahem, I actually happen to just have the one business card with me, as it happens. It was kinda expensive to make, you know how these things are!" once again, he flashed his business card that couldn't really be used as a business card. Jackson screamed a scream of pure terror and reflexively squeezed his card in his hand, spraying a puff of glitter all over anyone standing to his sides. "... Dae! Buddy! How's it going, man? Didn't, uh, expect to see you here! How's the band...?"
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Post by Panda on Sept 4, 2023 18:34:22 GMT
One of the participants, who'd gotten there quite early, had been eyeing the new arrivals with distain. However, as they'd begun to introduce themselves, she'd grown more and more pale and had started to fidget with her glasses. Perhaps the nerves of being on live TV were getting to her? After Jackson screamed and she nearly jumped out the window in shock, she took a few deep, steadying breaths and moved to introduce herself sooner rather than later. [Rebecca's Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEfjNbmFQls]"Well, I may as well introduce myself. Just know that I'm not here to make friends: I'm here to make money," she declared with a smirk, running her eyes over the currently assembled players. "Already I can see that most of you won't be much of a threat," she added, gaze lingering on Raphael in particular. "My name is Rebecca Heathe. You won't have heard of me, I'm just a secretary out there, but here... Here I will make my name known, and walk away with $100,000,000. You may take that as it is: a declaration of war. I fully intend to win." [#spoiler=Rebecca Heathe] [/spoiler] She was plump, bespectacled and dressed in simple autumn colours, yet she still managed to strike an impressive figure as she loomed over some of the other participants. She was tall, and something about her mocking gaze as she looked at a person implied she was amused by a joke they weren't privy to.
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Post by JoyTheBard (Slezak) on Sept 4, 2023 18:48:50 GMT
Next to speak up was a young woman with quite the presence. She had walked in not only carrying a suitcase but with a guitar case strapped to her back. As the others began their introductions, she set both pieces of luggage on the ground. She unlatched the case and removed from it a stunning classical guitar. Its body displayed a vivid sunburst design. She also took out a few index cards, briefly scanned them, and put them back. Wordlessly, she began playing a pensive, yet hopeful tune. She recited in a low, almost-sultry tone: "Salutations, everyone. It's good to see Everyone here is unfamiliar to me. Please call me Lyric, Lyric Eventide. Focus on my music, let me be your guide To bring those stirrings you hold deep inside To the forefront, so that- Okay, I'm bored. Let's move on!" Lyric hastily concluded the song with one final flourish and proceeded to return the guitar to its case. She awaited reactions and further introductions.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Sept 4, 2023 18:56:37 GMT
“Yo, yo! Dudes and dudettes!” A young man shouts as he makes his way up the stairs to join the other people currently gathering up. He was carrying a suitcase, which was actually a duffle bag, with one hand, and a skateboard in the other hand. The young man was holding the skateboard under his arm in the middle of the board with the trunks facing out. A guitar case was strapped to his back and was decorated with various stickers (band names, skateboarding, etc.). The young man seems to be of average height. His hair was maroon and spiky and there was a soul patch on his chin. His eyes were red, red like a ruby. A tattoo of a flaming skull adorns his right bicep. He seems to be a fan of piercings with silver hoop earrings on his ears and a single nostril piercing on his nose. The young man was wearing a maroon tank top, black baggy pants, and red skater shoes. On his wrists were black wristbands. Overall, the young man looks like he could be a menacing punk. [#spoiler=Decker Wolfe] [/spoiler] “Decker Wolfe’s in the house, yo! I’m here to have an awesome time!” The young man said as he flashed a mischievous smile. “Just know that I’m only here for the money. Gotta live my life as a free man.”
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Post by Safy on Sept 4, 2023 19:06:43 GMT
Raphael shook her head, throwing up her hands in a shrugging motion. “It’s as I expected, a very active crowd.”
Between the singing, loud introductions, being called a dudette, and Rebecca’s overly competitive proclamation, she could only rub the bridge of her nose in response, gathering her thoughts.
“It’s as you say, Rebecca, no point in getting to caught up on the social part when we are all here for one thing, presumably.” Raphael turned her attention to the woman who seemed to eye her a bit longer than the others. She then rubbed her hands together, “Though it doesn’t hurt to make connections that might benefit one later down the line. You have the right attitude, you might stand more of a chance than most…. Thought you been adjusting your glasses for a bit I noticed, something wrong?” She pointed out how she was fidgeting with them, “looking a bit ill too I see…. You doing okay?”
She also turned her head to the direction of the blue haired man with piercings, “You seem a bit quiet as well, need a place to sit and gather yourself?” The burned lady gestured over to the couch she has been sitting on.
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Post by Kachu on Sept 4, 2023 19:23:09 GMT
If one listened closely, a gentle humming could be heard through somewhat loud and weighty footsteps approaching the room. Shortly after, the door swung open, following it inside was the smooth and sleek figure of what at first appears to be a young woman. Though that wouldn't be exactly correct. Taking slow, clunky steps into the group, it was obvious that this person wasn't human at all. Their body was thin, made with a strong looking metal, with faintly glowing power lines running along their body. Their form was loosely covered up by a rather small shirt with short wide sleeves and a hood at the back. Much unlike their body, their limbs were bulky and somewhat large, with bulky metal cylinders in place of slim and slender forearms, though their hands were human-like, clad in pale white gloves. Their legs, similarly to their arms, started thin and changed into wide, bulky metal that ended in "feet" that looked much more like the claws of some animal than what you'd find on a person. They raised an arm and waved gently to their new acquaintances, the gears and machinery in their exposed ball joints whirring gently as they do so. "Greetings. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." They spoke softly, with a distinctly feminine voice. However it was unnatural, like something you'd find in a children's toy. It was blatantly artificial. They then bowed gently in the direction of everyone in the room, before standing up straight once more. "I am designated as A-SH Model Eleven. My creator agreed with the directors of this show that this experience would be valuable for my development. I hope I can get along and aid you all in any way I can."[#spoiler=A-SH Mk. 11] [/spoiler]
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Post by Panda on Sept 4, 2023 19:27:09 GMT
“It’s as you say, Rebecca, no point in getting to caught up on the social part when we are all here for one thing, presumably.” Raphael turned her attention to the woman who seemed to eye her a bit longer than the others. She then rubbed her hands together, “Though it doesn’t hurt to make connections that might benefit one later down the line. You have the right attitude, you might stand more of a chance than most…. Thought you been adjusting your glasses for a bit I noticed, something wrong?” She pointed out how she was fidgeting with them, “looking a bit ill too I see…. You doing okay?” "Hmph." Rebecca placed an arm on her hip, glaring at Raphael. "Not at all. I was just... shocked to see Dae here. Someone like him will scoop up all the audience votes, if that's a component in this game." She narrowed her eyes as she glanced at Lyric's guitar. No doubt she was already weighing up how many 'audience votes' the introductory performance had earned. "In any case, you strike me as someone with a sound head on her shoulders," she continued, turning back to Raphael. "Then again... was it bravery that led you here, with a face more suited to radio, or foolishness? I'll be curious to find out!" Before she could say any more, the next arrival entered the room. Rebecca's eyebrows rose as she studied the... robot? This one seemed to genuinely surprise her.
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Post by Joker on Sept 4, 2023 19:31:20 GMT
The young man had long since snapped out of his trance as the others (loudly) introduced themselves. He still looked like a fish out of water though, so he kept quiet to himself, unsure of when or how to introduce himself. She also turned her head to the direction of the blue haired man with piercings, “You seem a bit quiet as well, need a place to sit and gather yourself?” The burned lady gestured over to the couch she has been sitting on. "Oh!" He exclaimed, as Raphael addressed him. "Sure, if you don't mind." He made his way over to the couch and joined her on it. He smiled at her as he sat down. "Thank you. I realized I never introduced myself. I'm Yutaro Amada." He said announcing his name a bit louder so some of the others could hear. "I'm still a high school student, but I also practice martial arts. I'm not particularly good at either, though..."
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Post by NIKI on Sept 4, 2023 19:38:47 GMT
Jackson screamed a scream of pure terror and reflexively squeezed his card in his hand, spraying a puff of glitter all over anyone standing to his sides. "... Dae! Buddy! How's it going, man? Didn't, uh, expect to see you here! How's the band...?" "Hahahaha! What was that reaction for? Wow... I still follow all the advice you gave me to this day, y'know? I am forever grateful for it! You helped making me the type of leader I am today." Dae bows in a complete 90 degree angle at Jackson. "4*SHORE's doing great! We have a new album coming out VERY soon so stay tuned! The album's concept is..." Dae turns, points and poses at the camera in the room, and shamelessly begins advertising the group's music. Dae snaps out of his ad break when a literal robot walks in the room with them. He excitedly walks up to the robot. "OHMYGODWhaaaat? No WAY!!! Are you really a robot? What type of robot are you? Why would this show help you, anyway? This is crazy! Guys are you seeing this???" Dae RUDELY points at A-SH.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Sept 4, 2023 19:46:32 GMT
"Heh, I got to admit that your guitar looks rad, Lyric." Decker said as he gives her a thumb-up. "Perhaps we could do a guitar duet one day!"
The young man thinks for a moment. "Though, I don't know if I could do well since I know a couple of songs and my guitar's a bass guitar. I'm all about rock music, that is."
He then looks to Yutaro. "Awesome piercings and what a rad hair dye job!"
Then the robot showed up to the scene. Decker glances at the robot.
"Uh... Are the robot's creators really time travelers who, like, traveled from the future to our current time just to impress us with their inventions or something?" He seems perplexed by A-SH.
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Post by Kachu on Sept 4, 2023 19:53:03 GMT
"Hello." A-SH Mk.11 nods softly as Dae points at their face. "My creator made me to be an assistant to them for their research. He is not too creative when it comes to names, he tells me."
"As such, I am 'Astrophysical Support-Helper.' This current form is my eleventh iteration, as such, 'Eleven' is the title I am often referred to as. You and any others can refer to me with any name you wish, as I do not have a proper name to begin with."
Then, they put a hand to their chin, in an attempt to appear as though they're thinking, when something like that isn't exactly necessary. "I do not have any relevant information stored about you, or your band and genre of music. As I am here to not only compete, but to learn, I hope we can get along in the future, so I may learn about what makes you well known."
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Post by Neotelenta on Sept 4, 2023 19:54:52 GMT
"Mr. Diamond, you wouldn't happen to have a spare business card, would you? I would like to have one for future reference, actually." "Haha! Well, ahem, I actually happen to just have the one business card with me, as it happens. It was kinda expensive to make, you know how these things are!" once again, he flashed his business card that couldn't really be used as a business card. Felix chuckles. "I understand completely. I would've been surprised if you brought more than one, considering why we're all here. Barring the fact that a wirelessly charging paper-thin lithium-polymer battery sandwiched by LED-embedded cardstock is plenty expensive, of course." Felix explains almost a little too eagerly. Felix finds a seat for himself and sets the suitcase in front of him before resting his elbows on his legs, leaning forward. He listens intently to everyone's introductions thus far, and he seems to sit up for a moment when the robot walks in before he goes back to his original position. "It goes unsaid that we're here to gain money, but I'm personally interested in what everyone plans to do with it. What's your story?" Felix gestures to Rebecca. He looks to the group. "Or anyone, for that matter. I'm sure we're all here for good reasons."
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Post by Panda on Sept 4, 2023 20:46:27 GMT
"Me?" Rebecca responded, startled that it was already time to use her third post. "I'm afraid it's a bit too early into the show's runtime for me to be giving out my story. Let's just say... I'm someone who truly appreciates the value of money. $100,000,000 will be life-changing. Both for me, and for everyone else here, I'm sure."
She frowned as she stared some more at A-SH. "Well, I doubt the same can be said for the walking toaster over there. It's here on behalf of its creator, I assume? I was under the impression we were competing against fellow people, not machines. I suppose this will make the game more exciting, though. I was a little worried at first."
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Post by dootdoot on Sept 4, 2023 21:36:33 GMT
"Holy shit; a robot." Jackson used his third post.
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Post by JoyTheBard (Slezak) on Sept 4, 2023 21:59:48 GMT
"Heh, I got to admit that your guitar looks rad, Lyric." Decker said as he gives her a thumb-up. "Perhaps we could do a guitar duet one day!" The young man thinks for a moment. "Though, I don't know if I could do well since I know a couple of songs and my guitar's a bass guitar. I'm all about rock music, that is." "Well! Thank you, Decker! I think a bass would complement the sound of my guitar nicely," Lyric replied, curtsying a bit and smiling at the prospect of a collaboration, "We will definitely have to jam sometime." "It goes unsaid that we're here to gain money, but I'm personally interested in what everyone plans to do with it. What's your story?" Felix gestures to Rebecca. He looks to the group. "Or anyone, for that matter. I'm sure we're all here for good reasons." Lyric was either not fazed by Rebecca's smug attitude, or did a perfect job of hiding it, at least this time. Felix's question to Rebecca did, however, cause Lyric to close her eyes in consideration. Why was Lyric here? Finally, she inhaled to speak. "I'll admit I kinda forgot about the money thing. 'How can you forget about a hundred million dollar prize?' you might be asking. Well, to be frank, I'm sort of just here for the ride. And to perhaps make that ride a bit more thrilling! I have a long list of things I'd like to get through in life, and . . . to be honest, I'm surprised this one came up so soon. It feels too easy . . . or was my application truly one of the best? No matter; I'm here now, enraptured by everyone else's stories, hmhm!" Lyric felt pretty much in their element. A celebrity coach, a P.I., an IT consultant, a high school student, a boy band member, a secretary, a skateboarder, and a robot . . . not to mention those who've yet to introduce themselves--they all have their own stories, and Lyric is keen on discovering as many as they can.
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vampgutz
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Sometimes existence ponders the meaning of me.
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Post by vampgutz on Sept 4, 2023 22:23:03 GMT
If the dramatics already displayed in the group of unorthodox individuals wasn't enough, then this surely would string a line of gasps out of all the lips belonging to any eyes who dared bring forth the attention to what was to come. The sound of loud, chunky boots made way up the stairs, slowly, carefully; almost with full intent to bring anticipation to all who heard. Along with this, followed the sweet humming of a deep, low toned and bouncy voice, almost going in sync with the rhythm of their shoes hitting the stairs. Were they using their steps as some kind of drum? Who was this mysterious, rhythmic individual? Instantaneously, with a rush of their hand, came flying some kind of small ball with extraordinary color, and upon hitting the ground, exploded into a cloud of smoke. The smoke itself seemed to carry a hue of blue, pink, purple, perhaps even orange in its midst; speckled with vibrant glitter and colorful dust. From this vivid explosion, out walked a tall brightly colored frame layered in a long extravagant salmon-hued hand-tailored coat speckled in golden embroidery. Half shaved strawberry blonde hair fell over their pale face, beaming with the most grandiose of grins with a pair of spiraled orange glasses grazing over their nose. They, too, carried a suitcase which was a bright orange with red glitter dusted about, matching their rather loud presentation. "Make way, make way! For it is I, Anastasio Serpent, the one and only ringleader!"[#spoiler=Anastasio Serpent]Art Credit: My friend Bob <3 [/spoiler] His voice carried the most subtlest of southern accents, but seemed to take on the performance of a more fanciful and flamboyant tone. With a swift wave of his hand to the side of his person, and the bending of his leg beneath stars frame, star dramatically bowed to the fellow inhabitants.
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Post by Akkordian on Sept 4, 2023 22:24:43 GMT
While everyone is still mingling and/or losing their frickin' marbles over the robot that walked in a few minutes prior, a fluorescent shock of orange hair peeks over the top of the staircase. " I just know that dude that was yanking me around was bald..." As soon as the new entrant makes it to the top of the stairs, she drops the two well-worn suitcases in either of her hands unceremoniously to the floor and hopefully onto the feet of whoever was milling around the staircase, as the dozens of pins, keychains, and other random adornments on her backpack clatter noisily. She's barely over five-feet-tall, the entire upper-half of her body obscured by a wooly black cardigan. Ruddy brown eyes do a half-glance around the room before she snorts and laughs. " Geeez, we've got a bunch of weirdos in here already! They were really scraping the bottom of the barrel for contestants, I guess-" Almost immediately after the words leave her mouth, her demeanor immediately changes, and a bright, bubbly smile plasters onto her black, glossy lips and she stares directly at the nearest camera, winking at it. "Hiiiiiiiii everyone! Your soon-to-be-favorite-character and cutest member of the cast, Ava Dianthus, has arrived! And I'm ready to show all these losers who the real star is, and win that huge cash prize at the end of all of this!" [#spoiler=Ava Dianthus] [/spoiler]
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Post by pancakes on Sept 4, 2023 22:54:17 GMT
A ghastly-looking young man was already in the corner of the room. His unappealing, uninteresting, unintelligible aura protected his visage so blindingly, that no one really thought he was there. Still, there he was, his dead eyes shielded by a blindfold wrapped tightly around his face. His hands were tied behind his back, but one could maybe glance at a little piece of fabric sticking out from behind him.
Unfortunately, whoever abducted this unacknowledged man neglected to cover his mouth, giving him free rein to say whatever he wanted. But this unbearable man couldn't bear to speak louder than a small mouse, so no one could probably hear him anyway.
"...Um...can anyone hear me? Can...someone untie me, please..?"
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Post by Collin1002 on Sept 4, 2023 22:57:36 GMT
Not to be outdone as more and more people filed in, yet another arrival... well, arrived. She most definitely stuck out like a sore thumb -- or on second thought, maybe she didn't, given the amount of weirdos already present. Regardless, she was rather tall, nearing the six feet mark. Long, messy, dark blue hair cascaded just past her shoulders, her bangs covering up her right eye, and her attire was... basically black on black on black. Black leather jacket with some studding, black undershirt, jeans, boots... hell, she even had black eyeliner and lipstick. If one were to look up goth in a dictionary, a picture of her would be the definition.
But despite her dark attire, her attitude seemed to be the complete opposite. She had a warm, friendly, welcoming smile plastered on her pale face, and the visible light brown eye flit to and fro, examining each individual for a moment -- stopping for a second on the more odd ones, including a literally robot -- before she took in a deep breath and began to speak.
"Whew! Quite the interestin' cast we have, don't we?" she spoke in a very apparent English accent -- Mancunian, to be precise. "Well, regardless, looks like we're stuck with one another! Heheh, just joking. The name's Rosemary Kozlov. Damn pleased to meet you all."
She glanced at the camera, then mumbled under her breath. "Shit, can I swear on live television...? Ah well, can't take it back now."
"Ahem. Aaanyway, you all ready for this game to start? 'Cause I am. God, the ball can't get rolling soon enough!"
As she saw the young man in the corner of the room, still blindfolded and hands tied behind his back, she frowned in concern.
"Huh, that's weird, you'd think they'd untie him... Here, mate, lemme help ya."
She dropped her duffel bag onto the floor and walked over to him to help him remove his bindings.
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Post by Neotelenta on Sept 4, 2023 23:00:47 GMT
Thankfully Felix was in the middle of listening to well…everyone. He didn’t exactly have anything else better to do. He manages to make out the request of the entity in the corner and looks over, doing a double-take. Somehow he had blended into the black marble.
He didn’t say much as he sets his suitcase down and helps untie the man’s hands and blindfold. “You’re different. Here. You can have my chair.” Felix remarks, helping the man to his feet if allowed.
He takes notice of the fabric behind his back.
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Post by Safy on Sept 4, 2023 23:15:16 GMT
Raphael shrugged the rude comment on her appearance from Rebecca off, having received many such comments during her time in high school, after the ….incident. She figured her actions would speak louder than her words at that point to the now quiet woman.
She turned to face the man sitting next to her to get a better look, as she was half blind. “Nice to meet you, Yutaro. Martial arts you say? Impressive.”
The burned woman had then carefully examined the new people who had joined them, “A colorful cast, surely, including even a robot of all things. A few people here as well are quick to resort to insults.” She started making notes to herself on the different characteristics she was observing from the others.
She had then made a motion to get up and help the figure in the corner who had asked for help, until she saw other people already on the move, “I’m not usually one too overlook such things…. I can’t be losing my edge this early in.” Raphael shook her head in disappointment towards herself, though gave a wave over to the, hopefully now, untied man as a friendly gesture to let him know he was noticed. “Well….I do know the feeling though….” She sheepishly mumbled to herself, cryptically.
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Post by Akkordian on Sept 4, 2023 23:46:30 GMT
Ava's bemused scanning of the room following she finished addressing the camera stops on Rosemary, as she lets out a soft wolf whistle.
"Damn, girl, I swear I've seen you come into my work and buy like, that whole outfit... but it was probably some other dime-a-dozen supergoth chick. You pull it off pretty okay for someone not nearly cute as me, though." Ava flashes a totally genuine smile as her eyes trawl up and down Rosemary once more before she quickly loses interest and starts prancing around the room, kicking her feet exaggeratedly.
"Oh, please," Ava flippantly waves her hand at the investigator, glancing up at the woman because of whatever height difference they have between them, and then immediately stealing the seat that was being offered to the strange tied-up guy in the corner by Felix. "I wasn't saying everyone in here was weird. Just like, mostly everyone. You seem pretty alright though, unlike some of the other fogeys in here. Name's Ava, in case you need reminding. It's a pleasure to meet me, I know."
After finishing her introduction to the person that was out of posts, Ava turns and raises her voice to just kinda yell at everyone in the room like an asshole, "And I look forward to getting to know all about you lamers before I like, totally own all of you in whatever competition there's gonna be!"
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Post by pancakes on Sept 4, 2023 23:58:49 GMT
"Thank you..." the blindfolded man smiled to Rosemary. "That's very kind of you."
Once his bindings came off, one could see how...unalive this person felt. His eyes were deep and dead, a chasm of depression and necrotic emptiness. But what was more blinding were two disturbingly cute puppets that popped out from behind his back. On his left hand was a dark black bear, with a powdery white nose that complimented his cute and cuddly exterior. On his right hand was a fluffy, wuffy, absolutely adorable white rabbit.
"Ah...how rude of me. I should...introduce you all to my friends," the unappealing man said. "So...this here is Milk." He shook his left hand. "Go on...say hello, Milk."
"Fuck you! Get your hand out of my ass, already! I'm sick and tired of this shit!"
Amazingly, no one could see the man's lip even quiver at all. Not only that, but the voice that came out of his mouth was completely different, a shrill, grating, high-pitched cartoon voice that was nothing like his normal deep, brooding, voice. One might even describe his speaking voice as sexy or sultry. It was a wonder such a cartoonish voice came out of him at all. He let out a devious smile as he looked at Milk.
"...And to my right here is Lotus. She's a sweet one."
"That's right!" Lotus squealed. "Sweet like cotton candy!"
"...Ah, and my name...while not as important, I suppose I should share it, just for formalities sake. You can call me Hisoka Yamashita. I'm well-known for my skills in ventriloquism, but, truth be told, I'm not a very good ventriloquist at all. That's because...these so-called 'puppets' aren't actually puppets. They are living, breathing creatures that I keep by my side. They only look like puppets."
"It's true! Mr. Yamashita helps me use the toilet every day! My poops are healthy, yet irregular!"
Lotus' voice was soft, yet extremely feminine. It was inexplicable how such a frilly and girly voice could leave the lips of this devilish man.
As Lotus spoke, one could notice the puppet wasn't exactly in mint condition. Neither was Milk. Each puppet had a number of scratches and frays. Poor Lotus even had a dried bloodstain placed directly underneath her right eye, as if she were crying.
"Ah...don't be alarmed. Sometimes, I need to discipline my friends when they act out of line. These acts of violence would never impact any of you. Besides, I'm sure you all understand. Discipline is sometimes a necessary thing. And if I'm to be honest...my lowly place in society does make me thirst for a bit of power, now and again. Sometimes, my friends are the only things I have authority over..."
"He puts us to bed screaming every night!" Milk yelped. "I have scratches in places you wouldn't believe! It hurts!"
"Silence, Milk. This is a time for pleasantries. None of your yammering, now." Hisoka whipped out a small razor from his left pocket, bringing it slowly to Milk...One could hear a cartoon scream from the distance.
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