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foundationmods) wrote2019-03-09 06:56 am
foundationmods) wrote2019-03-09 06:56 am
ROUND 3 TDM
The ceiling above you is an unfamiliar one - one that looks -
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You can't....seem to tell exactly how fancy things are around you.
The shapes and everything exist, but...like a certain cat in a box, they seem to be in a constant state of flux, even if you place your hands on them. 🗈
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You can't....seem to tell exactly how fancy things are around you.
The shapes and everything exist, but...like a certain cat in a box, they seem to be in a constant state of flux, even if you place your hands on them. 🗈
Such a thing...should be impossible, shouldn't it? And yet, it existed. Like some kind of strange, uncomfortable haze...everything around you exists in a hazy form, like how it is when you attempt to remember the background in a dream.
That hazy, half remembered feeling...instinctively knowing the form and function of things, but unable to make out details.
Thankfully, you're not alone - as you step out of your room to find yourself in a large mansion, stepping out of an unmarked door. The other people around you are just as confused, perhaps even more...then again, some of them look around with sharp eyes, either used to strange events happening around them, or perhaps struggling to make sense of a place that seems familiar, and yet...
Going outside is still as hazy - no, it's even worse. There is a garden in front, but the flowers constantly shift and change, unable to settle on a single form. Even the layout of the area stretches and changes without thought, though thankfully the rooms in the mansion seem solid in comparison.
The effect...is a lot like if you were somehow able to be inside a story while an author furiously wrote and erased what they had down, as if they were rushing against a deadline...or perhaps displeased with their work.
Regardless....it seems you will stay here for a time. Thus, you'll have to find things to do -
On this strange, shifting island.
1. Meet and greet
Shortly after leaving your rooms, the....workstaff? here comes to usher you all into the ballroom. They're large goatmen, though they seem blessedly solid - and as you head into the large room, the tables and food set up buffet-style are also solid, the feast a mixture of japanese and western cooking.
Though there are no signs of who brought you here, a picture frame continually flickers in and out of existence at the very back wall of the ballroom...
2. Letter / Island exploration
As the meeting winds down, a mysterious envelope suddenly appears on one of the tables. The writing inside is unfamiliar to everyone, but the contents cannot be ignored.
'Greetings.
Forgive me for summoning you here while my territory is in this state, but I ask you entertain both yourselves and me for a time as I continue preparing for my first game.
Make no mistake - I am not here to pamper you as my guests. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Over this short period I have you, most of you will die, at the hands of your fellow guests. When it's over, you won't remember a single moment of this. Of course, I will also revive the dead and return you back to your rest.
I need to simply check some things that I can do, and all of you were the most convenient, you see...? I would also like to observe your movements during this, in order to make better moves during my own game.
Therefore, I ask you entertain me. However you move around doesn't matter, only that you show me the purest emotions you can muster.
...I look forward to seeing your faces twisted in fear, hatred, and grief. Please, cry well for me...
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....
Despite if you believe the letter or not, there is exploring to be done - and the island is just that - an island at sea, complete with the cries of seagulls heavy in the air. There is a forest, but to go into it is foolish - it constantly shifts and shimmers, trapping anyone inside...
....Well, unless they yell loud enough that a Goat Butler overhears and grumpily takes them back to the mansion, seemingly admonishing them for doing something so foolish.
The cliffs and grassy areas around are also treacherous - they shift too, and if one was unlucky enough, they might just crash off the cliff into the jagged rocks below...
....There's no mansion on the other side of the island. There is a chapel, but the words above the door shift and change constantly, so it would be foolish to try and do anything with them. In the foyer of the Mansion you all woke up in, there's a stone slab...that has letters constantly sliding across it, unable to settle in place, and if you put your finger on it, you could feel the marble words form and vanish under your touch.
How mysterious.
3. Beach party
Days and nights pass - though it's hard to tell just how many have gone by, despite you trying to watch the time.
How many times have you slept in the bed in your room? How many meals have you had in the dining hall? It should be easy to come up with, yet much like everything else, it's hazy and indistinct....
Either way, the Goats usher you down to the beach on a sunny, hot day, where there's snacks and all sorts of party food, and you're all...suddenly in swimsuits? When did this become the beach episode?
Ah well. May as well enjoy it, right? Even if there's a lurking feeling of something worse about to happen...
4a. A murder most foul
But finally....it happens. One of your number lies dead - in the library? In their own room? Perhaps in the dining hall, or the ballroom?
No matter where it happens - you realize with a start that what the letter had said was true, and...that the insides of the mansion had changed. Where the body lies....is distinct. Clear enough to make out details and clues about the crime, and perhaps about the killer....
But do you really care about something like that?
4b. Endless Repeat
And then....the murders continue. Regardless of day or night, they continue - each body bringing stability to the area around it.
Do you investigate, to try and find each and every killer? Do you run and hide from all of this, trying to turn your eyes from reality? Or do you just decide that enough is enough, and decide to dole out your own justice in a flurry of violence? After all, the new area that just solidified had some weapons in it that you could use, in order to protect yourself from the mad killers around...?
Arguments and yelling will certainly happen, in a situation like this. As the bodies fall and your numbers get fewer and fewer...
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....In the end, the island is solidly defined....as a deep silence reins, vivid red and other liquids bringing life to the surroundings.
In order to give life to something, one must take something in return. To bring her world to bloom, it had to be watered with blood.
The brightly flowering Kalmia flowers in the garden in the front of the mansion seemed to embody that, as they waved gently in the breeze, as if thanking those guests with all they had.
The guests...could not see their beauty, or appreciate their quiet thanks.
after all... None were left alive.
And the only sound left, was that of the Witch's delighted laughter...
((This TDM is less about giving you all a taste of what the game will be like - see our recent mock round if you're interested in that - and more about being free to play around in the setting! Feel free to come up with stuff as well!
All characters still have their powers as of this TDM, though still from canon instead of an AU. All characters from Umineko are free to play, though they'll find they can't easily escape from this place, and that it seems a lot like Rokkenjima, but at the end, it's not anywhere near the same.
Have fun!))
That hazy, half remembered feeling...instinctively knowing the form and function of things, but unable to make out details.
Thankfully, you're not alone - as you step out of your room to find yourself in a large mansion, stepping out of an unmarked door. The other people around you are just as confused, perhaps even more...then again, some of them look around with sharp eyes, either used to strange events happening around them, or perhaps struggling to make sense of a place that seems familiar, and yet...
Going outside is still as hazy - no, it's even worse. There is a garden in front, but the flowers constantly shift and change, unable to settle on a single form. Even the layout of the area stretches and changes without thought, though thankfully the rooms in the mansion seem solid in comparison.
The effect...is a lot like if you were somehow able to be inside a story while an author furiously wrote and erased what they had down, as if they were rushing against a deadline...or perhaps displeased with their work.
Regardless....it seems you will stay here for a time. Thus, you'll have to find things to do -
On this strange, shifting island.
Shortly after leaving your rooms, the....workstaff? here comes to usher you all into the ballroom. They're large goatmen, though they seem blessedly solid - and as you head into the large room, the tables and food set up buffet-style are also solid, the feast a mixture of japanese and western cooking.
Though there are no signs of who brought you here, a picture frame continually flickers in and out of existence at the very back wall of the ballroom...
As the meeting winds down, a mysterious envelope suddenly appears on one of the tables. The writing inside is unfamiliar to everyone, but the contents cannot be ignored.
'Greetings.
Forgive me for summoning you here while my territory is in this state, but I ask you entertain both yourselves and me for a time as I continue preparing for my first game.
Make no mistake - I am not here to pamper you as my guests. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Over this short period I have you, most of you will die, at the hands of your fellow guests. When it's over, you won't remember a single moment of this. Of course, I will also revive the dead and return you back to your rest.
I need to simply check some things that I can do, and all of you were the most convenient, you see...? I would also like to observe your movements during this, in order to make better moves during my own game.
Therefore, I ask you entertain me. However you move around doesn't matter, only that you show me the purest emotions you can muster.
...I look forward to seeing your faces twisted in fear, hatred, and grief. Please, cry well for me...
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T̨͜͡h̢͝҉é̡̧͞͝ ̵̢̕͠W̶̵̕į̸͢͞t̕͝c͞͏̀͠h͡'
....
Despite if you believe the letter or not, there is exploring to be done - and the island is just that - an island at sea, complete with the cries of seagulls heavy in the air. There is a forest, but to go into it is foolish - it constantly shifts and shimmers, trapping anyone inside...
....Well, unless they yell loud enough that a Goat Butler overhears and grumpily takes them back to the mansion, seemingly admonishing them for doing something so foolish.
The cliffs and grassy areas around are also treacherous - they shift too, and if one was unlucky enough, they might just crash off the cliff into the jagged rocks below...
....There's no mansion on the other side of the island. There is a chapel, but the words above the door shift and change constantly, so it would be foolish to try and do anything with them. In the foyer of the Mansion you all woke up in, there's a stone slab...that has letters constantly sliding across it, unable to settle in place, and if you put your finger on it, you could feel the marble words form and vanish under your touch.
How mysterious.
Days and nights pass - though it's hard to tell just how many have gone by, despite you trying to watch the time.
How many times have you slept in the bed in your room? How many meals have you had in the dining hall? It should be easy to come up with, yet much like everything else, it's hazy and indistinct....
Either way, the Goats usher you down to the beach on a sunny, hot day, where there's snacks and all sorts of party food, and you're all...suddenly in swimsuits? When did this become the beach episode?
Ah well. May as well enjoy it, right? Even if there's a lurking feeling of something worse about to happen...
But finally....it happens. One of your number lies dead - in the library? In their own room? Perhaps in the dining hall, or the ballroom?
No matter where it happens - you realize with a start that what the letter had said was true, and...that the insides of the mansion had changed. Where the body lies....is distinct. Clear enough to make out details and clues about the crime, and perhaps about the killer....
But do you really care about something like that?
And then....the murders continue. Regardless of day or night, they continue - each body bringing stability to the area around it.
Do you investigate, to try and find each and every killer? Do you run and hide from all of this, trying to turn your eyes from reality? Or do you just decide that enough is enough, and decide to dole out your own justice in a flurry of violence? After all, the new area that just solidified had some weapons in it that you could use, in order to protect yourself from the mad killers around...?
Arguments and yelling will certainly happen, in a situation like this. As the bodies fall and your numbers get fewer and fewer...
...
...
....In the end, the island is solidly defined....as a deep silence reins, vivid red and other liquids bringing life to the surroundings.
In order to give life to something, one must take something in return. To bring her world to bloom, it had to be watered with blood.
The brightly flowering Kalmia flowers in the garden in the front of the mansion seemed to embody that, as they waved gently in the breeze, as if thanking those guests with all they had.
The guests...could not see their beauty, or appreciate their quiet thanks.
after all... None were left alive.
And the only sound left, was that of the Witch's delighted laughter...
((This TDM is less about giving you all a taste of what the game will be like - see our recent mock round if you're interested in that - and more about being free to play around in the setting! Feel free to come up with stuff as well!
All characters still have their powers as of this TDM, though still from canon instead of an AU. All characters from Umineko are free to play, though they'll find they can't easily escape from this place, and that it seems a lot like Rokkenjima, but at the end, it's not anywhere near the same.
Have fun!))
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[A petite young lady strides out of her room in her elegant gothic lolita lace dress. If she was surprised by the goatmen, she didn't show it. Rather, she was much more interested in approaching others.]
How do you do? I am the Great Detective... Furudo Erika is my name. No matter what mysterious episode I am inserted into, it is I who will investigate the evidence, interrogate the suspects, find the culprit, and unravel the mystery.
Please, may I hear your name to complete our introduction? I am looking forward to moving on to the next stage of this mystery, and would rather that happen sooner than later.
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[Similarities to previous fragments were stacking up for Furudo Erika, but for how long?
At the very least, this was the look on her face when hearing the contents of the letter.]
Seriously?
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[And again, she was stuffed into her school swimsuit, which at least had her name confirming her as "Furudo (古戸)". She made no attempt to 'have fun' however, and it'd be easy to catch her just staring from person to person.]
4a.
[FUCK YES she cares about a murder! This is what Furudo Erika lives for! On discovering the scene, she lets loose a verifiable cackle, before moving to stake her claim on the crime scene.]
Nobody move! I am the Great Detective, Furudo Erika...
[She punctuated her declaration by stamping her high-heeled EGL shoe on the ground.]
I am the detective, and I am starting my investigation!
[...Did she have the "detective authority", which meant she was given fair chance to examine all the evidence, and question all of suspects? Maybe, maybe not, but she was going to try.]
4b.
[At this point, either Erika had found a few killers, was piecing together evidence to do so, or was rolling on the floor crying about the 'game' being 'unfair' because she couldn't.
She didn't give up, though. And each murder brought a new bout of excitement, like mania, for her to dive in and investigate... unless someone physically held her back or locked her in a room.]
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[ Rika points at herself, blinking owlishly when Erika seems to introduce herself. ]
It's Furude Rika. Nice to meet you, Miss Detective. Nipa~✩
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[this is Erika's brain shifting without a clutch.]
What kind of... joke... is this...?
[Surely anyone looking at the two of them standing side-by-side might notice distinct similarities.]
You can't be... her...
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[ The sound is a little bit more drawn out now in confusion as she wants her head to the side, a little thoughtful. ]
Who do you mean? Maybe you've mistaken me for someone else?
[ She still keeps that childish lilt to her voice; while she might sound exactly the same as Bernkastel right down to the letter, the way Rika carries herself is decisively more innocent than the Witch of Miracles. ]
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[this was blowing Erika's mind. Her master would never permit this version of herself to exist in any fragment, especially not one she put Erika into, but then that would mean...]
...Errrghthh...
[All implications were distasteful.]
Never mind, I'm sure that must be the case... mistaken identity... any resemblance is just an uncanny coincidence, nothing more.
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She's not surprised in the least by any of this. In fact, she's smirking the whole time. She puts her hand to her chin then briefly closes an eye.]
I see, so this story is a mystery then. Then this will be the first one of those I have taken part in. [Then she nods.]
I'm Kagami Kagami, it's a pleasure.
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[Erika looks amused at least.]
Ah, but did you perhaps stutter? Come now, your surname is the same as your personal name? I would not rule out the possibility, but I cannot accept such a claim without a little more evidence. Let me hear your explanation, s'il vous plaît.
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[But she shakes her head, waves a hand. It's all good.]
If you had some paper I could write it. Things that make sense in writing don't always make sense when spoken do they? [But she laughs and explains anyway.] My parents named me that, hoping that I'd be a good reflection of my partner... My younger sister is named Shouko.
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I see, and they named you with the expectation of your younger sister? Or are you perhaps a twin?
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And tell me, my lucky detective, by what right to you lay claim to that title?
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Hm... well that hardly qualifies you to claim the mantle of "detective," does it? That makes you more "investigator" than anything else.
There is a world of difference between the two. And the difference between a detective and a Great Detective even greater, besides.
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I'm Gebura, with L. Company.
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[hee heee heeeeee]
And what on Earth is that? Some sort of record label?
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L. Company's one of the Wings of the World, specializing in energy production. As for precisely how it works, I'm at liberty to discuss that. Company secrets and all that. I'm in charge of Discipline for one of the more important facilities.
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So... [ . . . ] What is it that makes you so "Great"?
[ Those sure are some air quotes. ]
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Ah, you have asked a very relevant question, monsieur. The answer may surprise you... it is, in fact, my very state of existence.
Yes, do you not see? Only a detective as Great as I, Great Detective Furudo Erika, could find myself wrapped up in such perplexing mysteries that would baffle the likes of any other you could care to name. Surely nothing could be expected, nor should it be.
But I think perhaps you are side-stepping my initial question, my yet unnamed acquaintance. Please, if you would, let me hear your introduction from your lips.
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Sounds a little like tooting your own horn, if you ask me.
[ But, okay, fiiiiiine. He offers her an incredibly """sweet""" smile and: ]
Akira Kurusu. The Great Criminal Mastermind of Tokyo.
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Aah, well, if the Great Detective Furudo Erika has this under control, then I'll just leave it be-
[He's trying to scoot out before he gets roped into something he really doesn't want to do. Because he has trouble saying 'no' sometimes.]
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Sit there and wait for me to be done with the corpse. --You will have your turn, next.
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[But he. Does as he's told, and he sits down in a chair nearby. Which is probably for the best, so he doesn't contaminate any evidence. Watanuki is notoriously clumsy.]
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Though I wonder if perhaps your sword will go unused...
[she leans close] Are you reading what I'm reading? Are we even facing a witch?
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