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come_sailaway2022-05-10 01:53 am
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BATTLE ROYALE EVENT: ISLAND
[Friday's cheerful voice comes over the morning announcements, requesting that everyone who signed up for the shore excursion gather in the atrium to board the tender. when they have assembled, she leads them over,
the door shuts. there is a noise, like air coming from a nozzle. they lose consciousness shortly after that.
they wake up on a cement floor; solid, with none of the sway they'd grown used to with weeks on the sea. there are quite a few things they could notice first. perhaps the fact that, whatever they were wearing before they got into the tender, they are now wearing school uniforms. perhaps they notice the collars around their neck first: metal, tight enough to be a nuisance but not enough to choke. they could notice that there are no windows, but that there is a door, sealed though it is.
and maybe they notice the TV set up in the front of the room, playing despite not seeming to be plugged into anything. but, they'll definitely notice the very familiar face on screen, even though she's not dressed as she usually is.]
Welcome, Serena Eterna passengers, to your first shore excursion! I'm Gal Friday, your friendly cruise director, and I'm here to explain the rules!
[her voice and manner are, somehow, even more artificial-sounding than they usually are.]
You are currently on a completely deserted tropical island, with no fresh water or sources of nutrition outside of what we're going to give you! Over the course of the next few days, you are all going to engage in a no-holds-barred battle to the death! Only one of you can come back to the ship alive, so do your best to make sure you're that person! I'll be there to pick up the winner in the morning!
Now, I'm sure some of you are going to be very upset that you'll have to kill people - but, that's okay! After all, we need people to die, too, right? That can be you! Of course, if all of you decide to not kill anybody, that's a bit of a problem... [her shoulders droop dramatically, but then she brightens up again.] That's what the collars are for! If nobody takes a life by midnight on the first day, the collars will activate, like...
[there is a noise like an airgun being fired. Friday's body jerks, but then returns to normal.]
That! The collar will also activate if you attempt to take it off, or if you attempt to leave the island! Not that you can, anyway; the barrier is very much still active!
You have all the weapons and powers you brought with you, and a special bonus: Along with some basic survival gear, and enough food and water rations for three days, you will also get a random weapon! It could be something very good, or very bad! It's just a matter of luck!
[Friday lifts a duffel bag up to the camera, visibly struggling to hoist it onto a nearby table. she unzips the bag, pulling out an AK-47.]
Oh, I guess I got lucky! I'm sure you guys will be, too! Now, be sure to do your best, but be mindful of the time! We only have three days until we leave port; if you guys haven't finished by then, the collars of everyone remaining will--
[a violent spasm sends her collapsing to the floor. she pulls herself up once more, but can't seem to vocalize anything beyond choking noises. eventually, she falls again, and the tape continues to run with little more than agonized yelps and desperate attempts to breathe. it will continue to play for another two hours before going silent, but they're not likely to stay for that. shortly after she falls, the door opens.
it is early morning on an unnaturally quiet tropical beach. when everyone exits what appears to be a sort of bunker, the door slams shut again. on the white sands before them are a series of duffel bags, branded with the Serena Eterna's logo and embroidered with everyone's name.
Welcome to Battle Royale.
I'd run.]
the door shuts. there is a noise, like air coming from a nozzle. they lose consciousness shortly after that.
they wake up on a cement floor; solid, with none of the sway they'd grown used to with weeks on the sea. there are quite a few things they could notice first. perhaps the fact that, whatever they were wearing before they got into the tender, they are now wearing school uniforms. perhaps they notice the collars around their neck first: metal, tight enough to be a nuisance but not enough to choke. they could notice that there are no windows, but that there is a door, sealed though it is.
and maybe they notice the TV set up in the front of the room, playing despite not seeming to be plugged into anything. but, they'll definitely notice the very familiar face on screen, even though she's not dressed as she usually is.]
Welcome, Serena Eterna passengers, to your first shore excursion! I'm Gal Friday, your friendly cruise director, and I'm here to explain the rules!
[her voice and manner are, somehow, even more artificial-sounding than they usually are.]
You are currently on a completely deserted tropical island, with no fresh water or sources of nutrition outside of what we're going to give you! Over the course of the next few days, you are all going to engage in a no-holds-barred battle to the death! Only one of you can come back to the ship alive, so do your best to make sure you're that person! I'll be there to pick up the winner in the morning!
Now, I'm sure some of you are going to be very upset that you'll have to kill people - but, that's okay! After all, we need people to die, too, right? That can be you! Of course, if all of you decide to not kill anybody, that's a bit of a problem... [her shoulders droop dramatically, but then she brightens up again.] That's what the collars are for! If nobody takes a life by midnight on the first day, the collars will activate, like...
[there is a noise like an airgun being fired. Friday's body jerks, but then returns to normal.]
That! The collar will also activate if you attempt to take it off, or if you attempt to leave the island! Not that you can, anyway; the barrier is very much still active!
You have all the weapons and powers you brought with you, and a special bonus: Along with some basic survival gear, and enough food and water rations for three days, you will also get a random weapon! It could be something very good, or very bad! It's just a matter of luck!
[Friday lifts a duffel bag up to the camera, visibly struggling to hoist it onto a nearby table. she unzips the bag, pulling out an AK-47.]
Oh, I guess I got lucky! I'm sure you guys will be, too! Now, be sure to do your best, but be mindful of the time! We only have three days until we leave port; if you guys haven't finished by then, the collars of everyone remaining will--
[a violent spasm sends her collapsing to the floor. she pulls herself up once more, but can't seem to vocalize anything beyond choking noises. eventually, she falls again, and the tape continues to run with little more than agonized yelps and desperate attempts to breathe. it will continue to play for another two hours before going silent, but they're not likely to stay for that. shortly after she falls, the door opens.
it is early morning on an unnaturally quiet tropical beach. when everyone exits what appears to be a sort of bunker, the door slams shut again. on the white sands before them are a series of duffel bags, branded with the Serena Eterna's logo and embroidered with everyone's name.
Welcome to Battle Royale.
I'd run.]
day 2
she's been hurt for so long and so many times -- back home and on this cruise ship. it seems to be a never-ending thing. and now all she wants is for everyone to get hurt, too. they all deserve to get hurt and to feel pain, way worse than her. silco once told her that the pain of betrayal can eat you from the inside out. to either allow it to break her or forge it into something greater. and jinx will choose to be greater now. no. better than that. she is going raise up and sit on that throne that's calling out to her. this time, she's no longer going to be the loser, she's going to win. they'll see. they'll all see.)
(she cocks her head to the side in an innocent sort of way when she comes across natsuno -- a smile is on her face but there's something so off about it. )
Hmm, hmm~. If you're not gonna play then you should probably, y'know...—
(jinx's grin widens as she points her index at the collar they're all wearing, even letting her fingernail lightly tap at it so she can hear that beautiful sound of metal.)
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(There's no judgment in that thought. Just observation).]
I guess. [He holds up his own hand, mirroring her.] But I'm not interested in slowly choking to death, either.
[He suspects there's something else in his collar, considering the writing and the fact poison doesn't affect him. But he's certain it will be just as horrible and drawn out.]
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(there's a skip in her step as she finds a nice rock to sit. she pulls her legs up so she can sit cross-legged. the smile is still there -- looking rather joyful, too. jinx playfully grabs one of her long braids and twirl it around in a circle.)
You suuuuure you don't need me to help ya decide? I'll make it quick, I promise. 'Less you wanna make it painfully slow which I'm totally votin' for a yes!
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...Pass. I think you'll enjoy it way too much.
[The only spark of emotion left in him is spite. He doesn't want to die as someone else's entertainment - more than he already is, on this damn island and damn ship.]
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Ugh! — Such a spoilsport and a waste of skin. I oughta kill you just for being boring.
(but then she lifts up her hand then chips off some of the colored polish off her nails.)
But that'll mean wastin' my bullets on someone whose weak. And that's not "strenuous" enough for me.
(ha, get it? she should get points for using the word of the day.)
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(Natsuno's not doing it for the other passengers. He's doing it to be a buzzkill.)]
Maybe I am boring. But you're just doing what the captain wants you to. Doesn't that bother you?
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(she giggles while biting her lower lip; lightly bouncing in her seat on the rock.)
Eh heh heh. — Sounds like my kinda man.
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I'm sure he's pleased with you. [That's not a compliment.] Think you'll win this?
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(and if she wins, she can prove that she isn't weak to everyone. she'll sit on that throne while the rest will be in agony and in tears for once. they will get to experience the pain she's been feeling for who knows how long if not worse. they'll get to be the walking omen this time, not her.)
Jinx :(
[Another pause to consider.]
I've made up my mind, too. I'm going to wait until time is up. Then we all lose.
>:(
(she pushes herself off to stand up and very innocently making her way closer -- a sway in her step.)
Too bad I can't let ya do that. Losin' isn't part of my schedule today.
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Tough luck.
[Natsuno sprints into the brush, bracing himself for pain. He's faster than a human, but can't outrun a bullet.]
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since he's the winner, the bullet flies full speed to hit a tree. damn. she ended up wasting a bullet on him, after all.)