- i. horror: you've been yoinked from your own world and thrown into a new and terrifying situation. roll with horrible monster transformations, hostile set-pieces, sadistic npcs, and more. all that matters is making it through the night.
- ii. survival: through some twist of fate or another, you've been allocated into a resource-poor environment. basic amenities like food, water, and shelter that you might have once taken for granted are suddenly either outright absent or require significant labor to attain. you're not just a stranger in a strange land - you're a stranger in a strange land with only your own wits to help you survive.
- iii. slice-of-life: ordinary cityscapes and peaceful suburbias are all very well and good, if you weren't stuck in them without a clear means of escape. the most you can do now is try to adapt to a peaceful life that you might have never had. you've been given a chance at normalcy, but not everyone's cut out to acquiesce to the ordinary day-to-day demands of schools, jobs, picnics, and what have you. relaxing can be tough, but here, you've got all the time in the world for it.
- iv. fantasy: not only are you stuck in a pre-industrial revolution hell, but now you've got these fancy new magic powers and special weapons, maybe even at the cost of whatever abilities you might have once had. now go forth and destroy the one ring or kill some giants or something.
- v. sci-fi: maybe you're trapped on a spaceship or on some newly colonized planet in the far-flung, distant future. maybe you're being drafted into a corrupt army, or trying to escape the nigh-omniscient artificial intelligence that monitors everything in a dystopian future-opolis. the setting's whatever you want it to be.
- vi. au / memory regain: your name's not the one you had and your life's not the one you lived...but it's not like you know that. maybe you're plagued by strange dreams of who you actually are, or someone from your world's been dropped into your new life to try and jog your memory. either way, you've always felt that something was off about this world and this life you've had. you could never tell what until now.
- vii. prison: some all-knowing or interdimensional or corrupt law enforcement has finally snagged you, and decided that you are unquestionably guilty. of what? who knows. maybe you're a legitimate criminal, or maybe you're genuinely innocent and imprisoned under false pretenses. no matter what the case is, you're being kept under lock and key and put under heavy surveillance. plot an escape with fellow inmates or sway a security guard to your cause - or maybe a friend of yours has managed to sneak their way in to try and break you out.
- viii. merc-work: you've been snatched from your home so you can do some high-quality work for some higher power. you're an assassin, a spy, a thief, or some other shady agent. tormented by the moral quandaries of your work? in it for the money? salty that your captors are responsible for forcing you into this? but then again, maybe playing along is your best chance of getting home...
- ix. wildcard: idk man do what you want i'm not a cop
II - SITUATION- i. first impressions: hey, i just met you, and this is crazy, but where the FUCK are we (so handle my stress-induced breakdown maybe)?
- ii. second impressions: hey, remember when we first met? nostalgia's really a trip, huh? when you're in a brand new world, you've got to hold onto whatever familiarity you can get.
- iii. an Event™: SOMETHING is happening and y'all have to deal with it. how are you coping? have you run into each other by chance, have you buddied up willingly, or are you stuck together in the middle of some hellish happenstance?
- iv. living conditions: congratulations, you're now being housed with a complete stranger. or maybe not. maybe you're friends back home or you've met before. regardless of how you generally get along with your new roomie, the stress of adapting to a new situation doesn't always make for a fun teething period.
- v. mysteries & conspiracies: what's a jamjar anyway? you're not about to take this lying down. whatever's going on here, whoever's abducting people from their worlds and whisking them away again, you're going to get to the bottom of it. no matter what it takes.
- vi. crau hijinks: hey, don't i know you? what, you don't remember? what are you talking about? we were best buds in that [unrelated previous game experience wherein you confessed your love or some shit]! don't you remember me?
- vii. grudging teamwork: for whatever reason, you're being forced to work with someone you don't know or can't stand. fight a monster, solve a puzzle, break out of confinement, find your way home, get unstuck or unlost, etc. you just have to work together to do it.
- viii. violent ends, violent means: got stuck facing each other in gladiatorial combat? facing off against a violent threat together? or maybe you ran into this absolute dipshit on the streets and decided you didn't like their face or whatever. look, i'll save you some time and just say that this is either going to be a magnet for some prime angst or hurt/comfort.
- ix. play the hero: swoop in and save the day from...whatever the heck's going on here. play the hero or the damsel, whether wanted or otherwise.
- x. network tomfoolery: idly commenting on proceedings, bored and spamming people's inboxes, figuring out what the heck this shiny thing and all the buttons do, etc. maybe there's an internet here. maybe you can send someone airbrushed ted cruz. i'm not going to say what you can and can't do.
- xi. inbox'd: leave a message after the beep! just kidding, they picked up. what'd you wanna chat about in private, champ?
- xii. wildcard: once again i ask do i look like a cop
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Rin Asunaro | Shelter
down to clown on basically everything except horror and AU settings! ]
time to ADOPT A CHILDE how do you feel about survival or sol setting
[But if there's a kid that needs help, they're going to help, regardless of what it means for themself.]
[When they speak, their voice is rough and gravelly. Might have something to do with that scar that snakes up around their throat like a choker. Don't recognize this girl, but they don't recognize this place at all, so...you know, it's just one of those days.]
Hey. Hey, kid. You all good, there?
give me sol........ IN a survival setting. Galaxy Brain.
Her breath is catching hard in her throat and she can tell she's halfway to not being able to breathe at all when the sound of someone's voice brings her back down to earth with a hard bump. She spins on her heel so quickly that she almost throws herself off-balance and holds out her tablet a little protectively like she thinks that might protect her from attack. Her entire body language can basically be summed up as Cringe. ]
W... what...
[ There's... another person here. But that can't be right. For all the things she's made and drawn for the VR, she's never seen another person. ]
W–what is this place?! What's going on?
[ Despite her attempt to sound at least a little braver than she feels, her voice cracks. ]
oh hoHO HOHO
I think you got tossed into a new world, same as me. You were minding your own business and then...found yourself here, right?
[That's kinda what happened to them less than an hour ago. They're still adjusting. There's sunlight here, which is weird, 'cause Racto's lived most of their life in a completely nocturnal state by necessity. There wasn't a sun where they came from.]
[Still. Looks like it's an adjustment for just about everyone.]
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jet star | the true lives of the fabulous killjoys
[no prefs, i'll roll w whatever!]
2-7? 7-7? who knows!!! but BaTtLe!
Ghoul is pretty okay with it. He enjoys irritating Jet already, and to have it actively encouraged? Hell yeah.
"Whatcha gonna do, huh?" He bounces on his toes, jabbing his fingertips at Jet's ribs and sides as he hops in a tight circle around him. Ghoul comes across more like an excited little animal than a gladiator, but the Authority doesn't give a fuck. "Ain't gonna do shit, that's what."
[sounds of jet sighing]
Sure. Something like that.
He's assumed the expression that would not look out of place on a long-suffering adult who's been needled by a wayward child in the aisle of a grocery store for something like an hour, his eye shut as Ghoul...dances around him. Whatever the fuck he's doing.
"You done?"
wowee what a hater
Is this a productive use of their time? Absolutely not, but Ghoul has more pent up energy and frustration than his body can handle, and now that he's been presented with an outlet, it's all starting to flood out. If Jet won't play along, maybe the Authority will swap him out for someone who will.
Fat chance. But he still whirls around and flings his arms out, appealing to whatever is watching. "I want a new match! Gimme a do-over, this one's a weenie."
jet "because i said so" star, major buzzkill
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party poison | the true lives of the fabulous killjoys
[no prefs, will roll with whatever takes your fancy.]
nathan wallace | repo! the genetic opera
[nathan has two dynamic sides to him. on one hand, he's the mild-mannered doctor who would give anything to protect his daughter but is simultaneously a very bad dad who restricts her freedom and stunts her growth with overprotective tendencies. on the other, he's also been blackmailed into being a repo man for seventeen years and to cope with the trauma of his work has developed a persona that has a genuine love of violence and revels in the misery he causes.]
[whichever one nathan chooses to display is heavily situation-dependent. i have no preferences, and will roll with whatever prompts!]
can't resist
All the people I could be trapped in some hell dimension with, and it had to be you. Try and stay out of my way, will you?
so rude
[Putting aside the momentary thrill of instinctive fear that he's been recognized off-duty - that should be impossible - Nathan swallows back the instinctive jolting panic in his guts and tries to force as neutral an expression as possible.]
I...pardon?
[It's just two words, if that, but right off the bat it might be apparent that the demeanor's all wrong. Guy is speaking in an American accent, for one.]
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jodariel | pyre
[no preferences, hit me with whatever.]
Bryn Pendragon | OC
open to everythin except horror and AU settings ]
Yuri | Doki Doki Literature Club
usually for the purposes of memes and stuff I just play her as a regular-ass girl but if you wanna do anything with all the weird DDLC meta stuff, lmk
down for everything but horror and au settings. ]
Sophie Summerhelm | OC
down for everything but horror and au settings. ]
Georgia Mason | Newsflesh
Down for anything.]
DYSTOPIA GAME. poison's an unregistered whatever. LET'S DO IT
['Course, Poison being who they are, he also tends to kinda stand out a bit. Hence the running.]
[Hence the running, ducking down an alleyway, tearing down the streets...]
[It's a thing. Fella in a navy leather jacket with firetruck red hair? Might'a heard of them. Or might just see him coming from a mile off.]
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Are you a fucking moron?
[He might recognize her too. Georgia has never been able to stay silent a day in her life so not only is she unregistered, she's public about it, staying in hiding while she exposes the government's lies from the blog they never quite manage to fully shut down.
She peers through a peek hole by the door as the government stooges chasing after him charge by. She won't feel fully comfortable until... well, she's never felt fully comfortable a day in her life, actually. But she'd still like to know they're in the clear.]
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viii merc work; vii grudging teamwork
The recording ends and he glances over at his 'partner' for the duration of his stay here. She looks similarly unimpressed.]
Let me guess. You didn't volunteer either.
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[She shoots him a glare through her sunglasses. This might not be his fault, but she's in a bad mood. Everyone gets to know about it.]
I'm going to write about this.
[She manages to make it sound as dire as if she were threatening a stabbing. As far as she's concerned, it is. Stab wounds only effect one person at a time. Her words can topple full corporations.]
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Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls
Down for anything.]
Ahsoka Tano | Star Wars
Down for anything.]
iii Slice of Life, subset: Suburbia; iv Living Conditions
As far as Tim's concerned, it mat as well be Hell.
It's in a cul-de-sac of nearly identical houses, and he's tried to walk out of it, but he somehow keeps ending up turned around and walking back toward the house again. It's enough to make him want to scream.
He goes back inside the house and heads for the kitchen. Maybe there will be a knife he can pocket to make himself feel better, because of course he doesn't have his usual weapons.]
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That problem will wait. Now, she hears movement and grabs two large knives out of the block by the stove, holding them like her lightsabers. It's not the same. The weight's all wrong and she doesn't have the reach she's used to. But it's better than nothing.]
Stop! Don't come any closer.
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