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Test Drive Meme #2

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i. WELCOME HOME

So you've made it home without being maimed, mauled, or otherwise lost! Isn't that lovely? You've scoped out your room and everything seems to be in some strange kind of order. There's a distinctly lived in sort of feel about the whole of the house with every basic amenity afforded it, but what's this? What's that? What are these other doors beyond the usual staples of a living room, bathrooms, and the like? What, you didn't think you lived all by yourself, did you? Say "hi" to your roommate! Or perhaps they're just more family that you've forgotten you had?

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

For whatever reason, you find yourself too far from home to return safely before nightfall, which leaves you with two options. You can either brave the vicious creatures that rise from the swamp when the sun sets or try in vain to hide in one of the rundown buildings scattered throughout the town. There are no locks and no more than a few panes of glass or wood between you and that which roams the streets. Or perhaps, by chance, you've lucked out and are close enough to the Library to seek shelter. For even if you are being chased, the moment any creature steps within a few feet of its walls, they burst into flames and die. How fortunate for you! Now, please mind your manners. You wouldn't want to activate the protections of the location and find yourself out on your butt with the monsters, would you?

iii. MIRROR MIRROR

It's a flickering icon that catches your attention in the centermost piece of the smooth surface that appears as some strange sort of screen. Touch it and the surface of the mirror ripples and reveals what appears to be some sort of interactive message board that appears to be going so strong. Perhaps you aren't so alone after all. Will you reach out through a post to the network?

iv. NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

The sun has finally risen and you know what that means! Time to go exploring! With eighty percent of the town burned down or otherwise uninhabitable, there are lots of places to go wandering in search of answers and items. Too bad you're more likely to find a bunch of junk and more questions than answers, but you know what they say: "One man's trash is another man's treasure." From suspiciously human bones to broken old appliances to priceless jewelry and everything in between, if it's something someone would have in a house or shop, there's a good chance you can find it charred and-or buried somewhere around town.

Why don't you take a look around?

v. WILD CARD

Alternatively, feel free to choose your own adventure and do something else within the setting!

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Eugh. Possible, I guess..... But if it's been a few months, it couldn't be anyone I know.

[He hasn't been here for more than a couple weeks or so, after all. He will poke his cane into the rubble to feel around for anything solid, though.]

Could be buried, could just be crushed into fragments..... something might've even torn their head off and carried it away from their body.

And why's that?

[ Go on, give him accurate information. How long have you been here? What have you discovered? ]

[ Still, he makes a thoughtful agreeing sound to the suggestions as he leisurely moves to the next rubble pile that looks worth inspecting. There's no telling how nasty this place could really get, and Squalo would prefer to find out at somebody else's expense. ]

I've only been here about a month. As far as I know, that's the longest anyone's been here.

[He has no reason not to share such basic information, after all. Especially not if this guy would rather interrogate instead of stab, that's always the preferable option.

Besides, he might get annoyed if Noël left now. Better to follow along and help search for the moment, just in case.]

[ Well, at least he doesn't seem pissed off about the company anymore. Progress?.. ]

Huh. And nobody has seen our... hosts?

[Absolutely progress.]

Pretty sure our hosts are dead. Everyone got invited to a party in our honor in the beginning--but when we got there, there were a handful of fresh corpses waiting for us. One even fell out of thin air without anyone seeing how she was dropped.

[ Huh. ]

[ Squalo actually seems to pause for a moment before continuing browsing through the rocks and rubble, now actually listening and definitely paying more attention to Noël than his search. ]

Is there a reason you say they died? They could've been the ones killing the others.

For one thing, everyone showed up at about the same time. Kind of weird, how that worked out.

[He's hardly an expert on any of this, and all he has to go on is hunches, assumptions, and what little evidence he'd found with Supergirl, but..... well, that's definitely a lot more than someone who only recently arrived.]

More importantly though, if they had been doing it, that would probably mean they were killing one of their own. The girl that fell from the sky? She was in the elevator to welcome me home.

[A brief but pointed pause.]

She was in the elevator to welcome everyone home. The elevator that none of us were able to open again, once we stepped out of it. Everyone we asked had met her.

[ Well, that is evidence, which is really what Squalo had asked for. Sure, it's still possible that they were indeed killing their own, but is that likely? He'll need to know more to find out. ]

The elevator was empty when I got here. [ That makes sense. How goddamn creepy would it have been if he'd been greeted by someone and then found out they've been dead for weeks, though. ] Were you here to see all this? Who else witnessed it?

Nobody saw them get killed, or we'd know the culprit. Everyone who's been here that long witnessed the bodies, though, and plenty of us checked them to confirm death and look for keys or letters or anything on their person. None of them were carrying anything worthwhile.

[Not even keys to that mansion, annoyingly enough. Why wouldn't they have the way to get back inside their house? Had someone already looted them? Possibly the same one who killed them?]

Didn't you just say you saw a girl fall from the sky?

[ Even if the impact wasn't what killed her, somebody had to be there to drop her. Whether or not anybody saw them was a different matter. ]

Alright, who else has been here that long? Or are you always a social butterfly and haven't learned any of their names?

[ He'd like to hear several accounts on this whole dead body thing. Different people tended to notice different things and all. ]

I saw her hit the ground, but even Supergirl didn't see anyone dropping her--and she was literally flying at the time.

[Have a dubious look; he still has a hard time entirely accepting that someone so perfectly positioned hadn't spotted the culprit.]

Let's see..... The ones I know for sure have been here that long would be Supergirl, Taako, Lambo, Kamui, Vexen, Prompto, Hal.....

[There are other names getting listed, too, because he and Supergirl were going to try and interview people during that party, but LOL handwaving. At any rate, that is most definitely the name of the Vongola's dumb cow brat mixed in with other names he likely wouldn't recognize.]

Suicide?

[ He suggests it like it's somehow funny, with a half-smirk on his face. This whole thing sounds like a mess, to be honest, but he hopes to at least find out whether these famous corpses were actually the ones who brought them here. ]

..."Lambo"?

[ Yes, he does zone in on the name, though if anything he's less likely to rely on the dumb cow brat than any of the strangers listed, precisely because he knows him. Unless it's the twenty years older version by some miracle, he won't have anything useful to contribute. ]

I see. Thanks. [ Oh look he can be civil. ] How quickly did it happen? Had you just gotten here?

[He thinks suicide is funny? Or maybe he's just taking some sick pleasure at the thought of his abductors ending their own lives? Noël doesn't know, and isn't sure he wants to know. At least he knows how to be appreciative?]

Sure. The invitations came about a day after we'd all gotten here. I'm pretty sure most of the corpses couldn't have managed those wounds by suicide, but I guess one or two might've been able to, with some effort.

[Have a puzzled eyebrow raise; why single out Lambo, of all people?]

Yeah. Messy black hair, Italian, about fifteen years old, wears cow print? You know him?

[ Look, people dying is hilarious no matter how you slice it. ]

Unfortunately, yeah. [ he holds you in such high regard, Lambo. ] It's a long story.

[ "my coworker put him in a hospital once" doesn't sound like a proper conversational opener. for all Squalo knows, the people here love the brat like the fake Decimo hamster does, and it would be unwise to act antagonistic aside from some "friendly" distaste. ]

[ still, fifteen years old? might not be entirely useless after all. ]

Hypothetically, if someone decides to paint the down red before eating a bullet, a single suicide case would be enough for this result.

[ Squalo I don't think that's how normal people use that phrase. ]

Is it possible someone did see another one of those people between your arrival and finding them dead?

[ IT COULD BE ONE OF YOUUUUUU /danganronpa theme plays in the background ]

I'll take your word for it.

[Noël just shrugs at that. Sounds like it's too complicated to want to get into around here, and it's probably none of his business, anyway. Probably some sort of mafia thing, given Lambo's status--and given how casually this long-hair is talking about mass murder and suicide. He just spreads his hands; there are plenty of people in the town that he wouldn't be shocked at all to hear killed their hosts before they could ask them questions.]

It's always possible. Nobody's talked to me about it if they did, though; you'd have to ask around about that yourself.

[ That assumption is pretty much spot on, to be honest, even if Squalo would argue that Lambo and friends are as far from being mafia as one could get. ]

Yeah, that's my intention.

[ It's why he wanted to hear some names, after all. That always helps when you try to go around doing fake detective work. ]

[ Well, this guy has been somewhat helpful after all -- ]

And what's your name?

[ No promises on remembering it, but it's the thought that counts. ]

Noël Christenbell. And yours?

[Noël offers a hand--the one that won't be met with a sword, thank you very much. He won't bother with his title; somehow, he suspects that a guy like this couldn't give less of a fuck about Santa Claus if he tried. It'll just be less of a headache all around that way.]

[ Squalo eyes the hand for a moment - he's not really big on shaking hands, especially with strangers - but finally decides that there's no reason to expect anything dangerous from a nerdy guy like this, and takes it. It's firm but a little clumsy; right isn't his dominant hand. ]

Squalo.

[ He lets go quickly, after letting it linger just long enough to not look purposefully rude. ]

Squalo.....

[This nerd is anything but dangerous, honestly--and even if he was, Squalo could probably take him effortlessly. The guy's over a head shorter than he is, after all, and clearly not built for scrapping. If anything, he looks distracted during the handshake, thoughtful and confused, trying to remember.

And then suddenly, where he'd heard the name floats to the surface of his mind, and he tilts his head up at Squalo with even more confusion than before.]

Wait. Superbi Squalo? As in the man who left that message on the mirrors over three weeks ago? How are you only finding out about these things now?

[ Technically, it's more likely "Squalo Superbi(a)" unless he's being written by a Japanese person, but Europe tends to go "fuck name order" quite a lot in general. ]

[ Squalo looks equal parts confused and offended. ]

The fuck I did. I just got here.

[ THAT OR THERE'S SOMEBODY ELSE WITH HIS NAME? ]

[ ??? ]

[ what are the odds ]

I didn't meet you properly at the time, but..... Give me a minute. I should still be able to find it on my mirror.

[Noël pulls his hand mirror out from his bag, and takes a bit to scroll through. Soon enough, there's a loud, familiar "VOOOOOOIIIIIII" emerging from it; he he offers the mirror to Squalo so he can see the rest of the message.

THE CALLS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE, SQUALO.]

[ Oh fu-- ]

[ Just kidding. He actually knows this guy. Well. "Knows" him. He's aware he existed (will exist?) in another time and hopefully another dimension, because he sure was not looking to growing old and senile and becoming this. ]

[ Announcing his name to all these trash? Using audio just to yell at people and then switching off? That dressing and hair style? Allowing Millefiore to run free in Italy? There's so much secondhand embarrassment here. For a moment, he almost remembers what it's like to feel shame. ]

[ Almost. ]

[ He opts for getting annoyed instead, and his cheek twitches. ]

"Me"? Does my hair look like a fuckin' diva decades past her prime?

[ Squalo you literally have the same hair (minus the fringe) and the same face, even if yours may look a tad younger and more twitchy while the one's onscreen a hint more weathered and calm, that's it. ]

[ That's a rhetorical question, of course. Answer positively and you will die here. ]

Edited 2017-10-06 18:36 (UTC)

What? No. Your hair looks fine.

[Rudolph also has long silver hair, though his has bangs--so he really isn't about to complain about Squalo's hair. Still, this guy and the one on the video hadn't looked that different to him.....

Clearly this Squalo doesn't approve of the other Squalo's look, though, so he thinks he'll keep that comment to himself. He holds a hand out for his mirror, instead.]

So who's that, if not you? Your evil twin?

[ Well. Rudolph clearly has better taste than Gramps Squalo. ]

[ The look is just the tip of an iceberg of saltiness. Squalo had never expected to live until thirty, but if he did, he would have goddamn hoped he'd have made Xanxus the Tenth by then. ]

[ He hands the mirror back with an annoyed sound. ]

That is what happens when I let myself go for ten years. [ That's harsh, buddy. ] What do you know about alternate universes?

[Way better taste. He looks cute, not like a washed up diva. Noël takes the mirror to tuck back in his bag, shaking his head at the question.]

Nothing, really? Except that some of us that have been gathered here have to be from different worlds or times; there's no other explanation for all the differences.

[After all, his world doesn't have things like super strong sunlight-sensitive aliens, Pokémon, smartphones, or even working electrical lighting yet.]

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