aworldwithoutboxes | VOICE-TESTING POST

[ f/f and around her age only for anything shippy! ]

Name: Robin Buckley | Multitalented / Champion Translator
Age: 17 | Species: Human | Occupation: Video Store Clerk
Likes: Music, linguistics, weird movies, Steve Harrington (somehow)
Dislikes: Russian science experiments, Russian science substances, Russian torture methods, doctors
Traits: Snarky, smart, "alternative"
Trivia: Robin once helped stop the Cold War from significantly escalating.

days without anything absolutely wild happening: 0 again

[ Okay, so. So! To recap! Robin gets dragged into All That Business At Starcourt Mall! Robin spends three months feeling relatively normal, getting a new job, the usual! The universe getting her to let her guard down, apparently, because now? Now she gets to wake up in some other place that definitely does not feel like anywhere in Hawkins, Indiana. It feels distinctly more... old haunted college dormitory? ]

Well. This I somehow did not expect.

[ She looks around the room, frowning. ]

Why wouldn't I expect this?

[ Okay, well. A quick hop out of bed and a stretch, and... she can tell some things, at least. She is not drugged! She is in the clothes she was kidnapped in! She... actually, there's not a lot she can say for sure beyond that. So she's going to just go ahead and. Poke out into the hallway. ]

Steve Harrington? ...Any of the like ten children I'm now friends with through aforementioned Steve Harrington?

[ A beat. ]

... Jessica Harper?

bad times at murderschool

[ That wasn't the first trial. By most accounts, it wasn't even the worst. Even Robin has to admit, that award goes to whatever the absolute hell that clown thing did to the talking duck.

Man, this sure is a place for saying sentences, huh?

But all this time here is starting to weigh on her. Three, four murders now? This week they're even up to two bodies.

So instead of wherever the party is, tonight, Robin heads to the main hall and stares up at the massive clock. She eats a piece of cake pilfered from the party proper as she does, expression inscrutable. ]

You know, I think this place might be starting to feel worse than the time spent at the mall ice cream job. Just barely.

Edited 2021-05-16 08:07 (UTC)

[ ota for ships, tag in the header if you want to get into Olive Spoilers ]

Name: Olive Silverlock | Champion Arsonist | Amicable
Age: 16 | Species: Human | Occupation: Descendant
Likes: Her friends, mysteries, acting, Bruce Wayne (sort of)
Dislikes: Fire, jerks who aren't her friends, Batman
Traits: Withdrawn, complicated, haunted
Trivia: Olive Silverlock was once briefly trapped in a repeating, never-ending Sweet Sixteen party.

Issue 1

[ What strikes her first, when Olive wakes, is how bright things are. There are a lot of words one could use to describe Gotham Academy, but "bright" is hardly one of them. "Bright" doesn't really apply to a lot of places in Gotham.

Then the smell hits her. Clean, crisp. Recycled air, tinged with... something.

Medical? No, it can't, she-

She bursts out of her room, and then the third thing registers.

Not medical. Scientific.

Judging by the massive window looking out on the ocean floor? Something is going on here, and there's a massive part of her that instantly loathes it. The captivity, but also... ]

I... what? Hello?

Issue 2

[ Motive Day. Everyone's favorite day of the week down here in... wherever here is. The Pacific Ocean, apparently? Maybe?

Olive hasn't exactly been able to totally brush motives off, but none of them have really gotten to her. Not until now, anyway. She just sort of stands there, staring at the photograph in her hands.

Is. Is the corner of it smoking? ]

Uh... yeah, hey.

[A Japanese-looking kid a little younger than Olive turns from where he was staring out that same huge window at the deep blue sea. He's visibly confused and concerned, but something in his eyes is a little harder, somewhat assessing--as if this isn't the first time in recent memory he's found himself in way over his head. He scratches his fingers through his hair, grimacing.]

You wouldn't have a clue what's going on here, would you? 'Cause I'm coming up empty.

Edited 2021-09-22 03:17 (UTC)

No, no idea.

[ She exhales, visibly somehow... calming down a little? It's not Arkham, which means... ]

You don't happen to have Aquaman's number, do you? I think we're a little outside of Gotham.

[Huh.]

Nope, can't say I do.

[He might be a kid from 1985 Japan, but he's a rich, nerdy kid from 1985 Japan. Whether or not he's heard of Aquaman in particular, the name construction sure sounds like...]

Is that someone you can normally call on for help?

I mean I've never been trapped under the ocean, but it seems like his jurisdiction.

[ a beat. ]

Wait, you don't know who Aquaman is?

Some kinda tokusatsu hero, right? I wouldn’t know all the Western ones…

What's...

[ Wait. No, she knows Maps. She has the barest hint of knowledge that this is... ]

No, not like Power Rangers, like real life. C'mon, man.

[Well, far be it from Shu to question someone’s obviously unreal real life experience.]

Rrright. Well, you got me. I’m not familiar with, uh, “Aquaman.” And you haven’t seen any robots or fancy computers around here, have you?

[ f/f only for shipping, also she's going to be a fucking disaster because that's canon ]

Name: Katie Mitchell | Champion Phone Destroyer / Familial
Age: 18 | Species: Human | Occupation: Film Student
Likes: Cinema, memes, technology, her family, girls
Dislikes: Technology, Fellini, rocket ships, talking to girls
Traits: Creative, energetic, family-oriented
Trivia: Katie's family saved humanity from extinction once!

1 - fade in on some real upsetting shit

[ This is. Well, this is definitely a school, she can tell that much from the way it's laid out. This is a dorm room. But the vibes are solidly more "horror movie private school" than "cool art college."

Long story short, she is not a fan!

The small comfort she has, at least, as she gangles into the hallway, is that this is pretty definitely not robots. At least she hopes it isn't robots. Unless this is some kind of Matrix situation?

She can worry about the possibility that she is in a Matrix 4 mockbuster later. There's already immediately way more to be worried about. ]

Hello? Literally anyone? Is there... an RA around here? A professor? Another, more knowledgeable student? Another less knowledgeable student? ...A particularly intelligent squirrel, maybe?

2 - regains

[ Okay, so! The regain vending machine. Mostly she's gotten normal stuff - a couple things from home, that's weird, but she's not thinking too much about it - and you know what? She wants to have a normal time. She saw a dead human last week and she's sort of managed to get that compartmentalized, but something nice has to happen eventually, right? Right?

... Nope. Judging by the way she chucks whatever she got down the hall, that's not today! ]

Not today, demon!

[ That's a harsh way to greet this little friend! ]

Can you... would you mind checking to see if it's [ okay? ] on? I'm not letting one of those just exist loose in here.

[s q u i n t]

This is what pity feels like, isn't it. Fuckin' trash-heap pathetic-

[Caius does not approach the Furby, just stares it down from around the hallway corner for a moment.]

[And then fluidly pulls a large dagger from the holster at his side, flips it to grip the blade between two fingers, and throws it down the hallway in a whizzing blur.]

[The crunching of metal into plastic and a distorted electronic warble herald the Furby's end.]

[Caius stalks into the hallway, returning a moment later with the skewered toy, holding it by the dagger's hilt.]

THIS little wad is what passes for a demon in your world?

[ It's... been an interesting sort of experience, getting to know the other people here. Some, like that Billy Loomis guy, seem pretty normal! And then, in camp "weird but cool but also definitely A Lot," there's this guy. ]

Um... yes and no?

Edited 2021-05-20 02:47 (UTC)

[under no circumstances should Caius ever be told he's "cool," it would make him immediately several orders of magnitude more obnoxious]

[Also he's just standing there, arms crossed, with a skewered Furby. Calling it 'cool' is probably both pretty generous and kind of telling on yourself. Plus there's the smell of leaking battery fluids and corroding plastic, it's not great.]

It can't be yes and no, that's not how anything works.

[He's a highly repressed asshole, you don't want to ship with him.]

Name: Caius Carbo | Champion Silver Metal/The Vanguarded
Age: 24 | Species: Human | Occupation: Exile, Reaper
Likes: Combat, winning, structure, the blue rations, Tia
Dislikes: Demons, losing, being pitied, Clowns, Tia
Traits: Proud, determined, reckless
Trivia: Caius is the first exile from the Brotherhood of Letters in living memory.

Welcome to the Jungle
[It's too clean here. Nothing at home is remotely this clean, nevermind sterile. But here everything is bright and scrubbed, the air medically sharp. It's all wrong. That's what puts him on edge.]

[And his gear is missing. He's been left a too-shiny electronic device strapped onto one wrist and a jumpsuit that aren't his. The rest of it- weapons, supplies, clothes, weapons- all of it gone, taken.]

[That's what gets him ready to fight.]

[Caius stalks through the too-sterile facility, ignoring the shiny chrome and painfully bright lights, looking for either an armory, the person responsible, or a convenient target.]

[So you? You'll do.]

Hey, chucklefuck! What the hell?

Don't Fear the Reaper
[Tuesday, everyone's favorite day. A new message on the armbands, or over the facility's speaker systems, or -once- somehow left on everyone's pillows in finely sealed envelopes.]

[Today, though, was a simple message. The kitchens and vending machines would no longer restock until someone enacted rule seven, as per usual.]

Wow. Really fucking reaching already, huh. Oh no, no one's ever had to deal with starvation before- this is just goddamn pathetic.

Filthy Acts at a Reasonable Price
[Well. It's Friday. And the kitchen's a very literally bloody mess, but it also looks to have been restocked for the first time since Tuesday.]

Huhn.

[Caius deftly steps over the crumpled body of Leonardo daVinci, Champion of Beauty, and starts pulling items from the cupboards.]

Hey. Food's back. Someone ganked the brainy chick.

[Said casually as he cracks a few eggs into a blender already full of a slightly unholy mishmash of ingredients.]

Looks like she went down pretty fuckin' hard, at least. Respect.

[Any response is temporarily drowned out by the whine of the blender. Once it's done, Caius takes a long drink of the alleged breakfast smoothie before squatting down by the body.]

...yeah she's definitely dead. You got anything more specific?

Wildcard
[Come at me.]

[ By all appearances, Tia had been pretty chill about this motive – well uh, as 'chill' as Tia can appear to be about anything but regardless, she still disappears for an hour or so after it's given out and only makes herself known again when she comes to track down Caius wherever he is and whatever he's getting up to. ]

Hey, shit-for-brains. [ (affectionate) (?!?!?!?!) ] How much'd you put away?

[ Because of course Caius has also been putting away food. There's been a surplus here the likes of which Tia has literally never even dreamed of seeing before, but she knows full well that could go away any any moment.

Like it already has, clearly. ]

[When she approaches Caius, he's in the middle of breaking down and meticulously cleaning one of his handguns- that ridiculous capsule machine hasn't given him any ammunition yet, but that's no reason to slack on proper maintenance.]

Bubblebitch. [(affectiona-a-a-a-a-ate?)]

[(not physically hostile), at least]

[It's not that she's here. It's that she's here to see her own entries on his public profile.]

At least a few weeks' worth, with heavy restrictions.

[...That's not quite what she's actually asking, is it.]

You wanna share with all the runts once the main supply runs dry, don't you.

[ rest assured, she Pretends Not To See It. ]

Yyyyyup. [ She pops that 'p' a little at the end. ] Figure it wouldn't be a great look to be sitting on a fat stack of food while they're going skin and bones. Last thing we need is to give anyone an excuse to have it out with us when folks are gonna be crabby and high strung.

[ You'd thing these people had never starved a little before. smh. ]

I think if we combo and stretch it out we'd manage a month just me and you, but... [ A pause as she clicks her tongue in thought. ] All of us? A week and a half tops. Maybe two if anyone else has anything stashed.

[And if he were any more self-aware he would be grateful for that.]

Okay. But consider that if they're starving, these scrubs are gonna be even weaker than they already are.

[He is already pretty confident they could take anyone here as necessary? Which may or may not be accurate depending on who exactly we wanna drop into this theoretical cast.]

You really think anyone else here is gonna have the discipline to ration their own stuff with the group?

No shit, dumbass. But think about it. If one of these clowns comes swinging at us anyway and we swing back and someone ends up dead, then that's not gonna be a great end to the week, is it?

[ See? It's just logical self preservation. Nothin altruistic going on at all. ]

Anyway. Even if folks aren't sitting on real food, I bet some of 'em have been hoarding snack bullshit from the machines. That'll do in an emergency, I think.

[ Which this definitely is. ]

[ i just wuv her

Heads up in advance that Ryoko comes with a warning for 13 Sentinels spoilers as well as CWs for (highlight to see!) memory/identity loss, chronic pain and illness, and grooming of which the latter is unlikely to come up in detail but the former are kind of unavoidable. She has to regularly take pills to manage her condition which will also be kind of unavoidable in a thread.

ota for ships, Ryoko is 16 so please stick within her general age range for anything shippy! ]

[ probably no f/m for shipping, and she's like 15 so! bear that in mind! ]

Name: April | Champion Arm Wrestler / Sash-ay On Over
Age: 15 | Species: Human | Occupation: Camper
Likes: Trying new things, mastering new things, arts and crafts, friendship
Dislikes: Jerks, threats to the forest, Diane
Traits: Bubbly, excitable, driven
Trivia: April once saved a merfolk music festival and hot glued multiple pounds of glitter onto a dress in the same day! It was not in the top five most impressive things done by girls from Roanoke Cabin this summer.

I solemnly swear to do my best

[ Okay, so! April's a smart girl, she picks up on things quick - everyone's trapped in this mall - they have these nice little blurbs, so there's no need for icebreakers - and there's a weird little robot who wants them to kill each other! Befriending that little robot and busting them out of here can come later, but right now, everyone's still reeling from the big post-intro reveal and April isn't going to let this stand! ... There is a possibility, for background, that April was the traditional one to try to threaten a violence to the mastermind.

But now, to whoever will listen afterwards: ]

What the junk is with that guy? "Kill someone and get away with it," sweet Ida B. Wells, seriously? Just because he told us to? Psh. Right?

[ Right??? ]

Every day. And in all that I do,

[ There's a lot to do in the murder mall! Probably! And this week, there's... ]

Michael's.

[ And before long? She's figured out a way to shortcut to golden end early no problem. Everyone is, under false pretenses, locked in the Michael's together, and April calls down from- did she climb on top of one of the shelves? Truly where is this girl's impulse control, it's almost like someone else should be here to tell her no who absolutely isn't- ]

Alright, listen up! Everyone is going to make friendship bracelets and normal, friendly conversation until we all know each other too well to do the whole murder thing again! No more trials!

[ And she will hop(???) down from the shelf and, as if she isn't holding everyone hostage, beam at whoever is nearby. ]

So! How's it going?

To be brave and strong

[ Another afterparty. Even the bonding power of arts and crafts couldn't save poor sweet Logan Wolverine. Nor could his phenomenal healing powers, on account of them not working here, but like. Details.

As with the last case, and the case before, April puts together the party after. It's... weighing on her, but it's fine! Things are fine. She just has to work harder to keep everyone together next week. Never mind that nothing that usually works seems to, and people are hurt and scared in a way she's not used to even with everything she's faced down, and... and...

After the afterparty, April heads to the Cryptid Woods Themed Indoor Minigolf Course, the closest thing to the home she wishes she was at in this place. She sits against one of the hazards, and with a heavy sigh: ]

Oh, mothman, we're really in it now.

Right! No more trials!

[That was... a long trial and totally not fun. Hiori doesn't seem phased. Somehow? Wasn't she one of the people alongside April trying to hold people together? Oh well. It's fine. Everything is fine.]

We'll just stay here until everyone is the best of friends! You're so smart, April!

[She's practically scrambling onto the shelf to try to stand by her. Then:]

Ehehe... ah, I'm no good at crafts, though. I can sew a button back on but we'll need your help!

VOICE-TESTING POST

Robin Buckley | Stranger Things

Murdergame Prompts I

Olive Silverlock | DC Comics (Gotham Academy)

Murdergame Prompts I

1 - Spoilers fine if they come up

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Katie Mitchell | The Mitchells vs the Machines

Murdergame Prompts I

regains

no subject

no subject

Caius Carbo | OC

Murderprompts

motive

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Ryoko Shinonome | 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim

April | Lumberjanes

Murdergame Prompts I

Every day I--