001 ▸ action & video

[trabryu]

[ACTION] CLOSED ▸ SAYAKA MAIZONO (SPOILERS WITHIN!)
ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 1 22:30

[ (Continuation from the third-person sample.)

Afterlife.

That's the only way to rationalise what Mondo sees here. A realistically bright blue sky within a huge mansion, a place so strange it must've only existed in the world of dreams. There's no way you can see the sky from the first floor, if this is the first floor as he assumed. Even with that aside, this whole place just gives him some unpleasant vibes, not to mention the smell of incense.

It can't be a dream, dead people don't see dreams. He was supposed to be dead, after all. The reason why he felt nothing was because... well, whatever those electric noises he heard were, the voltage was probably so high his body couldn't take it, and he immediately died. Yeah. Makes sense to him.

So him being able to move around right now, unscathed, can only mean one thing.

He's in hell.

He never believes the existence of afterlife, let alone heaven and hell. But here he is, alive and kicking after execution. There's no way he's in heaven, he killed someone ー heck, two people. His own friend, and his own brother, at that. It's only right that he's roasted to death perpetually. Scary as that sounds, it might make him feel slightly better. Maybe.

Though, this place sure isn't what he imagined hell to look like, even if the eerie silence is creepy in its own right.

His eyes scan through the room, finding themselves following the candles lighting the area. Heh, he's got it. They gonna drop and set the whole space into fire, right? He'll wait, then. There's no point running away when he has no way to hide. With his eyes closed, Mondo folds his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the 'true punishment' to befall him. ]

[VIDEO] OPEN ▸ ALL
HIS ROOM - DAY 2 09:00

[ Unless you're a heavy sleeper, you might have heard thunderous noises from the video transmission in the middle of night last night. (Note: Please read the first-person sample only and don't scroll up if you want to avoid DR spoilers!) Before anyone could respond, the video transmission cut off last night, and he would've missed any responses until now since the palm pilot was switched off following the violent throw.

Miraculously, when he tries to switch it back on, it's still working. It's a lot more resilient than it seems, and Mondo's 'considerably' calmer after a good night's rest. He's aware that there must be some use to this device, and after fiddling with it for a while, he attempts to do another video transmission. ]

Uh, so. Can anyone tell me why we're here? How do... things work 'round here?

[ He's not looking right at the camera, simply because he doesn't know how front camera works, but his glare is very... glaring. Agitation is still there, and it's pretty obvious. His pompadour is a splendid corncob now as opposed to last night's rather disheveled state.

Does he know how to turn off the transmission without throwing the phone? Looks like someone needs to give him some 101.

Anyway, a few options for this prompt:
a) send him a video response of last night's chaos, shout at him back for waking you up in the middle of nothing, tell him to calm down, etc;
b) go on video call with/send video response to him following the morning transmission;
c) text in response;
d) wildcard, which means... GET WILD! ]

[ACTION] OPEN ▸ ALL
HALLWAYS - DAY 2 12:00

[ A relatively big (187cm or 6ft 1.6inch) young man will be wandering around, trying to figure out where is what. He still has a scowl on his face, but isn't going to eat you if you talk to him. At least not right away... he's pretty hungry. If you're Kiyotaka Ishimaru, he's gonna bolt the shit out of there moments after he spots you. If you're not, then congrats, he might talk to you for a bit. In fact, he might just start the conversation if you don't. (Feel free to start the conversation and not use this prompt!) ]

Hey. Y'know where the dining room's at? We can eat for free?

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[action] All aboard the pain train... CHUU CHUU!!!!

[idolings]

[Running through the sand on the beach exercise is complete!!

Sayaka lets out the longest yawn as she strolls into the entrance hall in her track suit and with her hair tied into a ponytail. Ever since the music festival, she's realized that she was somewhat out of shape and needed to get back into some serious training if she wanted to sing and dance again. It was certainly exhausting, but it was worth it. She had been so focused on training that before she realized, it was dark!

As she was wiping some sweat off with her towel, she notices a very tall young man... just standing there with his arms crossed? Well this was strange. While she hasn't met everyone in Wonderland, she had this strange feeling that maybe he was new here? Or maybe he was meditating, she couldn't really tell. Well, there was no harm in checking up on him! As she approached him from behind, there was something about him that seemed eerily familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it but looking at him gave her a sense of nostalgia.

She tries to shake those thoughts out of her head, she needed to focus on helping him out if he needed it! When she gets closer, she'll finally call out to him.]

Hello! Are you okay?

warning: DR spoilers in thread

[trabryu]

[ When you're used to surprise attacks, having someone to approach you from behind will alert your senses even if you don't want it to. Out of reflex, Mondo turns his back the moment Maizono is close enough, his posture immediately defensive. It doesn't get a chance to relax even after realisation that it's 'just a girl' because of her question. ]

T-The hell's that supposed to mean?!

[ heh

'Are you okay?", she said? There's no fucking way he is! Isn't she too friggin' casual for someone who's in hell?! And now that he pays more attention... doesn't she look like she just came back from exercising?! What the fuー no, he doesn't get this, his brain can't catch up. ]

What are yoー Whoー

[ He takes a step back, mouth gaping in clumsy attempt of making a coherent sentence, hand pushing back his tousled hairdo. He blinks twice, thrice, as his throat quickly dries up. The round eyes looking at him seize his attention, leaving him with no choice but looking back at the delicate face before him.

It's clear for him then, that the person before him looks perfectly like a normal human being, not some kind of hell officer. Not that he knows how they look like but... that's not the problem here.

The problem is... ]

...!

[ The problem is, he recognises the person standing in front of him. ]

...Mai... zono...

[ And it's clear for him then, that this is the afterlife. ]

[idolings]

[The way he spoke and how he suddenly got defensive caught her off guard and can't help but flinch and take a step back when he responds to her question. It did confirm that he was new here. Because surely someone who had been here wouldn't be acting on the defensive.

It surprises her when he calls out her name. For a split second, Sayaka was really confused. When she finally gets a better look at him, it finally dawns on her. His pompadour might be a mess, but she knew who this was.]

O-Owa....O-Oowada-kun?!

[She should have saw this coming, and even so, she had a feeling this would eventually happen. Sooner or later, more of their classmates would arrive here. If anything, this was what she wanted. While there was still some danger, being here was much more safer than back home.

The expression on his face says it all. It reminded her of when she first ran into Ishimaru. He must also come from a time after she had died. Even if she wasn't dead yet, she didn't blame him. If she reunited with someone that she thought was dead, she would be reacting the same way. Despite that thought, she still felt a sharp pain in her heart. Maybe it's because she had gotten to used to being here and meeting others who didn't know about her fate back home. But it hurt, knowing that she was the first victim and that all of her classmates would all be surprised to see her. No matter how she tries to forget about it, she couldn't. Her fate back home was sealed; she would always be dead.]

You're here too?

[action]

[jivitadana]

[It's like every male teenager from Japan is taller than Minato (5'7" is by no means short, but compared to everyone else? Wow.), but it's all good! Minato had been walking down the hall to get to the stairs when he heard someone nearby.

This person must have been new since Minato hadn't seen him before--and Minato would've remembered him for sure, especially with the hair--and he was asking around for directions of sorts.]

Second floor, and it's free. I can show you where it is.

[trabryu]

[ Now, this is no longer a case of swallowing his navigational pride in favour of his stomach. It's more of a distrust because, who knows what the hell this place is capable of? Even though he might've gotten some answers in regards to what this place is all about, wrapping them around his head is another monster altogether. No one is any less suspicious than the other at the moment, but they are his only clues to making sense of things around here. ]

Thanks, man. I'll take you up on that.

[ Doesn't mean his obnoxiously tense back and shoulders will his relax, though. His hands may be deep in his pockets now, but there's no telling when they might fly to your sides. ]

[jivitadana]

[He really needed to relax, although Minato could understand why anyone would be anxious. Ending up in another new and unknown world by unknown means was a good enough reason to be nervous and cautious.

Minato gave him a nod, then led the way to the dining room. It wouldn't take very long since they weren't too far off. Just had to make it to the stairs and go down a floor or two.]

This place is called Wonderland. It isn't home. Whether we leave or stay is up to it, not us.

[He may as well explain what he could while leading the tour.]

action;

[strategised]

[ She has to crane her neck up a little to look at him. ]

It's on the second floor. Or if you don't want to go that far, there's all the food you could want in the closet in your room.

[trabryu]

[ Did he just successfully talk to a girl without scaring her off? His late grandmother must be backflipping in heaven. ]

R, right.

[ Granted, the moment it sinks on him, whatever amount of composure he had has been obliterated. Shit, what's he getting all nervous for? For all he knows, she might be one of the masterminds here, or something. Besides, didn't she say something really weird? ]

...Closet? Like the hugeass cabinet thing?

[ He feels stupid for asking that, but you don't store food in your closet... do you. ]

(Text)

[forwearemany]

(Though it has become clear their presence is unlikely to cause alarm, it seems ...prudent to avoid showing themselves to fellow newcomers. They stick to text.)

We also seek answers to these questions.

1/?

[trabryu]

[ The text notification sound gives Mondo a fright, to which he silently curses at before trying to figure out how to open the message. He's not the best in handling electronic devices, so it may take a while for him to read through, and another while to respond. ]

ya; nwew her topo/

[trabryu]

YAk NEQ

[trabryu]

ysl; nrew hrr to

4/4

[trabryu]

yall new here too/

[ Fucking finally. He still doesn't know how to input the question mark but to hell with it!!

At the very least, he hasn't broken anything ー he was tempted to throw the device for the second time but thankfully didn't. His neighbours probably heard him yelling curses though. ]

Lights, Camera...

[moraloutrage]

[It was just another day in Wonderland. Things had been going well recently, at least. It's been a good few weeks since an event tried to kill them all, and Ishimaru is also still feeling quite pleased from the success of a music festival.

He was doing an ordinary walk through the halls of the mansion when he saw a sight that made him stop in his tracks, with a gasp.]

K... Kyoudai?!

[Could it be for real? After all of this time, his brother has found his way here as well?!

...Well, maybe it's not for real, because now the space that he once inhabited is now empty.

He quickly spots one corncob-headed figure fleeing, and he attempts to give chase, throwing caution to the wind.]

KYOUDAI!!

aaaannnddd... i'm not ready, director

[trabryu]

Khー!

[ Without a warning, without a notice, the first and the last person he wanted to see is there, right in front of him. There's no mistaking it, even if he only sees him for a couple of seconds before dashing away. That voice calling out for him, he knows that voice all too well. It's the voice that rings in his head throughout the time before everything ends.

"Why? Why, why, why, why?! Why did you do that?!"

He can't do this. He can't face Ishimaru. Not like this. He hasn't been punished for his mistakes, and is given a second chance here, even. Why him? Why not Fujisaki? ...Is he here, too?

Mondo has no idea where he's running to, but that hardly matters. Relying solely on the adrenaline pumps, he rushes through the stairs, to get away, as far as possible from Ishimaru. ]

Video

[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan forgives him for all the noise - if he's a newcomer, then he's more than entitled to confusion, sadness, rage, etc. So she tries to be gentle.]

We... don't really have an answer for "why" or "how" things work, but I can try to help you out, if you want...?

[trabryu]

[ Well, he surely wasn't expecting a video response. He hardly gets how the device works, even opening the video takes him some trials and errors. Needless to say, his response will come rather belatedly, because to get the video recording to work again isn't as simple at the first time ー or more like, he's just a technology illiterate. On top of the turmoil within that isn't helping him to be any friendlier, the lack of answer he was getting simply deepens his scowl. ]

Uh. Sure. How're you gonna help me?

[ That doesn't sound right, but nothing fucking does to him right now. ]

text

[fractions]

[Both being newbies, they're technically in the same boat, but he'll help where he can.]

um, theres a button near the bottom corner that will end your videos and might prevent future accidents
...not that your throwing skills arent pretty impressive

i died

[trabryu]

[ Well, he managed to turn off the video transmission eventually when he pressed all the buttons possible, so this is actually helpful. He appreciates it. ]

thx man

[ The hell's this about his throwing skills though? He can throw some mean balls down the baseball field just because he's got some arm power, but he's pretty darned sure not a lot of people know about it. No one really plays baseball with him. ]

tho how csn u tel;

who r u

[ ...He's learned from a past experience and figured a way not to word it wrongly. Pardon his kindergarten level texting. ]

LIFE ACTIONS

[alphyswhatsabara]

As you wander the hallways you find what you can only assume must be some sort of giant stuffed animal that they have decorating this particular corner because it's eight feet tall and fuzzy just a giant block of a thing. Also, giant horns, and giant ears, and a... beard? A beard. And its wearing cargo shorts and a giant pink Hawaiian shirt. What an odd aesthetic choice, this strange giant stuffed animal in a corner.

And then it moves. "Oh, hello there," says the giant creature. "I don't think I recognize you. My name is Asgore. What wonderful hair you have."

[trabryu]

Yeah uh, no matter how blind you are there's no way you can miss that out. That decorative humongous thing is clashing so wildly against the architecture of this hallway that if he wasn't so vexed, he'd have a word with whoever put that thing there. Not that he knows shit about, uh, aesthetic and whatever that crap is, but it doesn't look like it belongs there, y'know? And the hell's with the Hawaiian shirt?

"Holy fuck!"

What.

What. It just... fucking moved.

And it's now talking to him like it's the most natural thing to do.

He's seen a talking robot just a few hours back, so that's a thing. But a talking... animal? beast? whatever the fuck's this is, isn't normal! Look, he knows thisー 'Wonderland' isn't normal in the first place, but what the jazztrumpet is this? Does he say thank you? The fuck you're supposed to do in this kinda situation?!

Instead, he takes a few steps back, stance dramatically changes to Mondo: Fighting Mode. Eat or get eaten, right? His fists are up, ready to rumble.

video;

[nomorules]

<sub>[W e l l, if isn't the guy who can't work a cellphone. When in Rome make sure your crappy gang banger hair is nice and neat before you make your second network appearance, he supposes.....

Why are you looking away from the screen, though, bro? Yoohoo, this way! All the action's happening over here!]</sub>

You can talk to the wall all you like, don't think it's gonna answer you, pal.

_{[The owner of the voice has similar ideas of counter-culture style, if the bleached blond hair and aggressively lazy slouch of his shoulders are any indication. Hello from the fringe of Japanese society.]}

[trabryu]

[ W O W

says the dude with the failed-dog-wagger-cut hairdo. ]

Aah? Who the fuck's talkin' to the wall?!

[ Seriously though, what's the deal with this dude? Real man sports pompadour, not some half-assed gyaru-o shit like that!

Putting his face closer to the screen helps getting his point across, obviously. ]

action.

[realitybytes]

[ It takes her a moment to react to that question. She pauses to yawn briefly, then peers up — way up at him. With a tilt of her head, she studies him quietly for a moment before nodding. ]

I do. And we can, yeah. Um, eat for free, I mean. [ There's another pause as she considers that, and then: ] You've seen the closets, right?

[trabryu]

[ ......

C'mon man, you're gonna hang a dude like that? Mondo really didn't know what to do with the awkward (on his part) silence, so he just freezes there looking away and trying not to freak out because well, he's talking to yet another girl. Three girls in total so far, if not counting Maizono from last night. This is a prime record in his life, being able to hold normal conversations with them without scaring them away.

Though, he really doesn't have the leeway to bask in that accomplishment for long, not even to get nervous about talking to a girl. There are too many mysteries unanswered right now and it's so freaking unsettling. ]

So you're gonna say that too.

[ It almost feels like he's getting pranked, but if it's true, that's way too convenient. ]

I haven't, but a buncha people told me 'bout it. Y'really can get anything from there?