Day 1

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ So you've arrived in some kind of horrible game show! You've heard the rules in your dressing room, and now you have free run of the studio. Take a good look around, maybe find yourself a nice hat, grab some grub (the McDonalds half of the buffet has its breakfast menu out!), perhaps try to find an exit (don't worry, there aren't any).

The monitors start off with some cheerful(?) music, followed by a disembodied announcer: ]

Brought to you by McDonalds and KFC and filmed live in front of a dead studio audience, iiiiit's the Newlydead Game!

[ CANNED APPLAUSE as Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders walk onto the set. Ronald begins:]

Hey, kids! Welcome to the show! I'm your pal, Ronald McDonald, and as always we're going to be kicking off the show with a friendly get-to-know-you game for everyone. Check your tablet for details on how to guarantee survival in the first round! Some terms and conditions may apply.

((IMPORTANT STUFF:

❃ Game navigation is here
❃ Be sure to add the murderparty Plurk if you haven't yet, since that's where I'll be announcing things.
❃ I made a Discord chan! You're not obligated to join but it's a nice place to talk about murder
❃ Bingo sheet/turn-in for the weekend minigame
❃ Talk to the hosts here
❃ The role of Colonel Sanders will be taken over by Lady! She doesn't have any modding responsibilities or anything, this is just the shape of our friendship. Because of that I ended up making a separate journal for just Ronald, but the mod journal is still kentucky_mcgiygas
❃ While the voting won't ICly start until day 2 (Monday), I do have the post up and you're free to leave a placeholder at any time))

Comments

[icanrebuildyou]

You talk a lot.

Let's hold hands.

[very_good_end]

[she shrugs.] There is a lot worth saying, and the night is, as they say, still young.

One of the more intimate options? Very well... I'll consent.

...Ah. On the condition it's really your hand. You're not wearing some sort of mechanical gauntlet with an augmented grip, are you? Remove any glove or other covering you may be wearing, s'il vous plaît.

[icanrebuildyou]

You're picky.

[Takes off a plain sturdy work glove to reveal a perfectly normal hand]

Here.

[very_good_end]

Indeed I am. You may interpret that however you wish, that's your right.

[very well, she'll gently hold that hand, then.]

And now we wait for one minute to pass.

[icanrebuildyou]

[Sets her watch]

Begin!

[very_good_end]

... Yes, that's what we're doing.

[she sighs. Oh well.]

Do you think this game will last long? Surely most of us had other appointments.

[icanrebuildyou]

I wonder! They've kidnapped a lot of police and detectives, that's a crowd that should be able to do something here. And if it's truly being broadcast, then someone more competent should take action from the outside before anything actually dangerous happens. If it's being broadcast in my world, at least. That's a funny thing about alternate realities! I hope some heroes are seeing this, otherwise it will be bad for us and useless for business.

[very_good_end]

Should they? I'm not so sure.

[really, she hadn't been impressed with the police so far.]

Clearly there's product placement going on for the food they've provided us, at least. Someone, or something, is invested in this happening. As such, it's reasonable to assume simple precautions against something like 'someone from outside coming to intervene' will be in place.

...But...

[paaaaaause]

You said a very, very interesting phrase just now.

"Alternate realities"?

[icanrebuildyou]

[Lady you are one of the detectives included in that 'they'] Isn't that obvious?

[very_good_end]

Why should something that doesn't exist, indeed, would be impossible to exist, be obvious...?

[icanrebuildyou]

Haha, well, I'm not the type of person to sit around going "this can't be possible!" when the facts present themselves.

[very_good_end]

Mm. I consider that of myself as well. Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

...But, the question arises, what facts specifically did you observe that lead you to that conclusion?

[icanrebuildyou]

Various discrepancies have made themselves known. For instance, how would you define a Quirk?

[very_good_end]

Quirk?

[she frowns, it obviously had some sort of special meaning in this context.]

...The straightforward definition. A noteworthy trait, of behavior, personality, or appearance. Your enthusiasm, for example.

[icanrebuildyou]

Yes, yes, a particularly outdated definition. Quirks are unique special abilities that have evolved in humanity over time. At first I thought it odd that there wasn't a single mutant class quirk in this group, perhaps the game runners were biased? But there are plenty of people here that seem to be entirely Quirkless. Of course there's a very small percentage of the population still without any abilities, but this many gathered in one place? Next up were people discussing their own interests and lives, asking about jet packs was not just because I wanted to test mine, but because I wanted to gauge the level of technology occupants here are familiar with. Some of the tech in this studio looks brand new but is hopelessly outdated. And what do I find, but examples of robotics far beyond what is usual for my world, mixed with people who had never even heard of rockets, much less a jet pack. Why there's even one girl who would decry such a commonplace item as heresy, talk about behind the times. I considered the possibility of time travel, looking at some people's clothes, but there are just too many historical inconsistencies for it all to be confined to a singular timeline. Not to mention the laughable differrences with people that seem from roughly the same time as me, why, in a mass kidnapping scenario like this everyone is looking to the police instead of heroes. Quite a culture clash!

[very_good_end]

... [Aha.]

Very interesting. Yes... I'm a little impressed. You took a single question and made it multifaceted. I'd tip my hat if I had one. Very Good!

[then, pause]

Heresy...

This girl who cried heresy, was she an Arch Priest...?

[icanrebuildyou]

She said something about being an inquisitor. She did mention a Miss Erika.

[very_good_end]

... [hm, she had hoped to keep that ace up her sleeve hidden for another round or so, but whatever]

Yes, that's Dlanor A. Knox, and she's exactly what she says she is... don't worry, she's not been dispatched for anyone here.

I hope you gave her a few squares.