LEGION OF ECLIPSE TEST DRIVE.

[legionofmods]

"Your characters is forcibly recruited into the Legion of the Eclipse, a multiversal legion of supervillains. They've had their eye on you for a while, and now, they'd like to formally invite you to join them!

...The issue is that there are a great deal of you, and the Legion is a very exclusive club. So, you're offered a challenge: if you wish to make it into the legion, you must commit murder or avoid being murdered. But you can do that, can't you? You're a villain, after all!"

This is the official test drive for Legion of Eclipse, a villain-only murdergame. Characters who don't fit this criteria might be PMed by the mod and asked to remove their prompts, for consistency purposes. This test drive will remain open until the game itself opens, and comments from this may be used as part of your murdersheet. Please list your character's name and canon in your header, and please feel free to consult our FAQ if you have any questions. Reserves open on April 12th.

You may use your own prompts, or the example ones below:
 

1 - Meticulous Planning
Despite whatever plots and schemes you might have had going before, you will find yourself waking up here. The room's architecture is stunning, and captures the aesthetic of 1950's sci-fi futurism. Only problem is...is that you don't recognize it. Once you leave, you'll find that the rest of the place reflects that same aesthetic - and judging by the heat and that wall of lava that you can't reach, you're in a volcano. Fortunately for you, it seems as though everyone else here is just as confused...especially by the fact that the terminals scattered throughout the building seem to have comprehensive information on all of you.

The monitors mounted on the walls of just about every room of the building display the message "INFORMATION AT 12PM." Guess you're stuck until then.

2 - (We'll Have Food)
You'll find that despite your hosts' threats, it gets...rather boring around here. Fortunately, there is plenty to do. The kitchens are well-stocked with just about every food you can imagine, made to order on demand from a similar set of kiosks. Other features of The Volcano Lair include a room filled with sharks, a vehicle hanger filled with inoperable mechas and hovercars, a power plant, a fully-stocked bar, a music room, and a war room consisting of a very large table...and nothing else.

Feel free to add your own rooms in your prompts, and if we like them, you might just seem them in-game.

3 - Tenacity Spanning
Another week has gone by, and as per your hosts' threats, they've decided to release the secrets of everyone still alive. Each of the monitors in the building will display footage of you, revealing both devastating secrets and what exactly you were up to in your homeworld. If you haven't told everyone about this stuff yet, now's the time to do so.

4 - (We Repeat, Endless Meat)
Like it or not, they'll have their murders. You're either going to find a body, or you're going to be a body. Or, if you play your cards right, perhaps you'll be the one committing murder to begin with...any way you slice it, the game is afoot. Prepare yourself and react accordingly.

5 - Decades Of Denial
Trials are particularly devastating. You're sat across a large table with enough seats for all twenty of you, made to debate and accuse each other. Perhaps this could be your time to twist things in your favor, if you're so inclined...

6 - Is Simply Why I'll--
Wild card prompt. Go nuts.

Comments

Vitani / The Lion King II

[prettydaughter]

1

[Take a guess as to how much a wild lioness enjoys getting unceremoniously dumped into an unfamiliar location, surrounded by unfamiliar creatures, with no hint of her pride anywhere to be found.

If you guessed "not a lot", congrats! You're correct, and that's exactly why Vitani is prowling the hallways, tail lashing and a snarl in the back of her throat. If you happen to run into her, she'll approach, unwary-]

Tell me what's going on here and where the rest of my pride has gone. Now.

2

[Intimidating random passerby was not, in fact, helpful in the slightest. By now Vitani has found the kitchen, and sating her hunger is taking precedent over whatever the hell is happening here.

God help you if you wanted to check the fridge. There's now a lioness in the middle of the room, tearing something to shreds. Whatever it is, it's probably from the fridge, right? Do you really want to get close enough to check?]

[pushtheboundaries]

[no, really. that's a fucking lion.

that's a fucking talking lion.

the man in the kabuki mask stares down at her, taking a single small step back. If he had his microbots, he'd be a lot more confident - as it is, he's wondering if this isn't all some sort of dream.

He remains silent, only staring at her in honest shock.]

Yokai // Big Hero 6

[pushtheboundaries]

METICULOUS PLANNING
[oh for fuck's sake. HE HAS SHIT TO DO.

Suffice it to say, the man in the kabuki mask has been Very Annoyed since he woke up. He explores the area with a sense of frustration and impatience, occasionally pausing and flexing his hand as if expecting something to happen.

Unfortunately for him, there doesn't seem to be any microbots within sight.

Nonetheless, when he finds someone, he only gives them a brief glance before returning to what he was doing. Anyone capable of reading body language, however, may note that he's feigning disinterest - the mask doesn't show where his eyes are looking, after all.]


WE'LL HAVE FOOD
[With how rarely he removes it, he may well not have a face under the mask. But Yokai - he's settled on giving the name for lack of any other decent ones coming to mind - has also kept to himself, for the most part, regarding others with a mixture of distrust, suspicion, and outright disdain. Apparently, someone thinks he's far better than any of the others here, and that isn't untrue - and he's also taken some offense to the idea of being a 'supervillain'.

Unlike some, he has a purpose to his actions, thank you. Even if...some mistakes happened in the process.

Nonetheless, Yokai can be found exploring more often than not, passing the time with familiarizing himself with what areas are present. If there's a laboratory, however, he can easily be found in there, tinkering with what materials are available.]

we'll have food

[bluemeanie]

Familiarizing yourself?

[Walter is a man of science, and anyone taking an interest in the lab is of interest to him. Beyond just the general tab he keeps on all the other participants in this stupid challenge, that is. The lab is likely the most dangerous area of the building, and thus, anyone stepping in there gets an extra watchful eye.

That's why as he walks by, the raggedy old man cocks his head slightly, attempting to get a glimpse of whatever Yoaki is working on.]

Ice King | Adventure Time

[beholdthetruejerks]

》Meticulous Planning《
Gunter? Guuuuunteeeer!

[A squat, blue man who smells vaguely like chum and desperation is wandering through the halls of the volcanic lair, looking more mildly confused and put out than anything else.]

Gunter, sweetie, I understand if you want to try redecorating, and it's great you're showing initiative, but when you melt all of Daddy's ice and snow it makes him very upset. So come on out so we can fix this mess, okay?

[He takes a second to listen, before his attitude abruptly shifts. Angry, cold energy crackles around his eyes and hands, a miniature blizzard whipping up around him.]

GUNTER! GET OUT HERE AND CLEAN UP THIS MESS THIS INSTANT! GUNTER!

》We'll Have Food《
Vroom! Brrrrrrrb- beep beep!

[Ice King has discovered the vehicle hanger. The fact that the hovercars are entirely inoperable has affected exactly nothing about his enjoyment of this situation.]

GET OUT OF THE ROAD, GRANNY! Woohoo!

》Tenacity Spanning《
No! NO! It's all lies, I swear!

[Ice King looks well and truly panicked, grabbing anything available and trying to shove it over the monitors showing himself.]

I never wore glasses! I'M NOT A NERD, I'M NOT!

》Is Simply Why I'll《
[Wildcard me.]

tenacity spanning

[vilescience]

Feh! What have glasses ever done to you?

[Dr. Bellum crosses her arms, goggles gleaming in the light. She's staring up at the monitors, one of which shows her kneeling over a petri dish of what looks to be rice rice, and some rather official-looking documents on a nearby desk.]

I do not see what these are supposed to accomplish beyond embarrassing the subjects involved.

[It doesn't matter to her whether VILE is kept in the dark during this whole exercise. Dead men tell no tales, after all.]

Constantine the Frog / Muppets Most Wanted

[mostwantedfrog]

3

[Everyone's devastating secrets are getting broadcast everywhere, huh?

Constantine stares impassively up at the monitors as they go through a vacation-photo-style montage of pictures somehow taken during his bouts of villainy over the years. The monitors switch over to a photo of him knitting-]

It is stress relief. Do not judge.

[Then to him stealing candy from a baby-]

Are not ordinary babies. Trust them less than you can throw.

[Constantine giving Robin the frog a knife-]

Do not see problem with this. Why is this here?

[And a photo of him helping an old lady across the street.]

... Ah. No. This one is mixup. Clearly this is Kermeet the frog.

[The final photo is one of him with Dominic Badguy in his lemur suit.]

Ok, funny story, did not know he was furry when hired him. Then he showed up to heist dressed like this and I was like, "what is this?" And he was like, "this is my villain costume", like fool.

[pushtheboundaries]

Why are you even here.

[It's an honest question, asked in the flattest voice possible.

Someone may still be unhappy about the fact that he's been constantly reminded of a life he literally burned all the bridges to.]

Dr. Saria Bellum | Carmen Sandiego

[vilescience]

i - meticulous planning

[When Dr. Bellum wakes from her slumber, she immediately has several opinions on the architecture and comfort of her room. First of all, it's stunning, and she makes a mental note to make adjustments to her own laboratory back on VILE island. However, it takes a few moments for her to actually realize that she doesn't actually remember where she is. Odd.

Her memory doesn't return when she continues to explore her surroundings, but from the architecture and the extensive bios (especially on the fact that she works for VILE, listed as "Valuable Imports, Lavish Exports"), she assumes that there's been some sort of conference called in one of the many VILE outposts throughout the world. It's just that she doesn't seem to recall how she arrived here in the first place. Perhaps one of her memory experiments backfired on her, which may as well be the case.

You might find yourself being approached by a short Pakistani woman in a rather odd-looking lab coat--it has shoulder pads, for Christ's sake. Her goggles seem to gleam in the glow of the magma.]

Excuse me, do you mind directing me to the staff office? I'll need to meet with my colleagues and discuss what I have missed.

ii - (we'll have food)

[Dr. Bellum quickly learns that this is not, in fact, a VILE outpost. It's better. Who cares if they were kidnapped against their will? She's killed plenty of people in her time, not including all the other villainous things she's done. She just has to play her cards right, and she'll be in the League, perhaps even pull in her other colleagues at VILE when she gets there. After all, collaboration is key to success, is it not?

She manages to locate a dingy and dusty tech lab with far too much scattered and broken equipment to be safe, but she's worked in worse conditions. She gets to work cleaning up and stripping the equipment for parts. If you enter the lab while she's working, she'll perk up, holding up a rather janky looking baton-like device. Electricity sparks from one end as she waves it towards you.]

Oh, good! A visitor! Come here, I need to test how effective this device is and how it compares to my more professional crackle rods.

[Later, she can be found in the kitchens, trying to hack the screens to access the Internet. Good luck trying to get food while she's occupied here. She seems to be...trying to look for cat videos, for some reason?

In an irritated tone, she says:]

If you haven't noticed, I happen to be engaged in a matter of great importance right now.

iii - wildcard

[feel free to tag me with something else you've got in mind!]

Kitchens

[lizardgurl4sale]

[Sorry, Flug isn't here and Demencia needs to bother some nerds right now.]

Eeeeehhh? What's so special about this junk?

Mok Swagger / Rock & Rule

[mok]

1/

Well, this is new.

[ Mok, while surprised, isn't quite as distressed as he should be. Given the amount of meddling with dimensional portals and demonic forces he's been up to, things could be much worse.

As far as the 'comprehensive information' goes...well, he's used to that, too. One of the downsides of celebrity life. It is a bit more detailed than the usual magazine snippets, though. ]

Hm. The paparazzi must be working overtime.

2 / music room

Are you kidding me?!

[ Mok is angrily flipping through the selections available in the jukebox. Who are these people? What is this music? Where are all of the hit singles from the single greatest rock star ever to grace the universe: him? ]

It would appear that our abductors are not only rude, but tasteless.

6 / wildcard

[ooc: Anything you'd like!]

[madmadam]

[Mim has been a literal fly on the wall this whole time, watching Mok growing increasingly angrier with the jukebox. She finally poofs back to her regular self behind him.]

That's no excuse to take it out on the poor box, now is it?

Vegeta | WHAT NINE THOUSAND

[boxer_brief]

》Tenacity Spanning《
[That. Sure is a lot of footage of Vegeta getting his shit kicked in. Like a LOT. By a whole bunch of different people. One of them looks like a literal toddler?]

[Vegeta, for his part, is taking some very deep, calm breaths.]

...Okay. Fine. Everyone's going to die now.

》We Repeat, Endless Meat《
SON OF A BITCH!

[Vegeta stands over a bloody pile that was probably, at one point, a body. It might take a little bit to identify, but look closely enough and it's clear - Ross Geller is dead.]

I wanted to kill him! WHICH ONE OF YOU KILLSTEALING SHITHEELS DID THIS?

》Wildcard《
[1-v-1 me bro]

Tenacity

[skinsuits]

[Mystique watches the display from a small distance, but not distant enough that her laughter can't be heard by the Saiyan.]

That is pathetic.

Bullseye | Marvel 616

[clozapine]

II. FOOD

[Lester's found his way to the bar, taking a bottle of vodka for the road as he explores the grounds. He ends up back in the kitchens soon after looking for chaser and in addition to that, also finds a plate of curry. Yeah he'd been pissed off about being there all of a sudden, even threatening to push his thumbs through the eyes of the first people he came across, but since then has decided he likes the place enough to stay.

Apparently it was all necessary to gain admission to this secret villain society. Bullseye wasn't one for that kind of crap, tended to be best solo, but hell, it would boost the fuck out of his street cred. Being the best assassin in the country wasn't enough. He wanted to be the best on the planet. Yeah, he had big dreams. Right now though, he just wanted to enjoy the luxuries of this place without worrying about having to watch his ass for people trying to come for him.]

III. TENACITY

[What Lester expects to see on his montage is a collection of his successful kills. Not every goddamn time Daredevil has kicked, punched, stabbed, or fucked him up with his billy club. Yeah, that wasn't the highlight reel he was hoping for. If someone who didn't know him was watching, they'd think this was a collection of footage of Bullseye getting knocked around by various A and B list capes.]

What the fuck? Who even made this? [He scowls, looking around to see if anyone has some slick shit to say about it.]

This has to be some kinda joke.

IV. ENDLESS MEAT

[He's never needed a gun to kill anyone before, so it gives him the ability to be agile while he stalks his pray. Hands free to use for hand to hand combat until his opponent is too far away to reach. Which, if they knew him well, would avoid because his aim is the deadliest thing about him.]

Where you goin'? Running away already?

[Feel free to back away, but Lester's reaching to his belt for a throwing knife. Also feel free to run up on him to stop him before he gets to it. Or, you know, whatever. Be creative.]

VI. WILDCARD

(Surprise him. Anything goes)

IV

[tedioustrivium]

[The Trivium barely reacts to the knife. Its debatable if he can even see the movement, in all honesty. Instead, he tips his hat.]

Of course not, my good man. Why bother with running when a pleasant stroll would suit you just fine?

Mystique / Marvel 616

[skinsuits]

1. PLANNING

[Like the tactician she is, she stays in front of one of the screens displaying information on the other individuals on the premises. She commits little things to memory, though without hearing their voices it wouldn't serve her well to change appearance just yet. She plans to save that trick for later in the game. She feels that she's dangerous enough without it.

When her photo rolls around she clicks her tongue in annoyance.]

They could have used a more flattering photo than that.

5. DENIAL

[Mystique sits cross-legged on one side of the table, leaning back against her chair like she's in full control of the situation. She couldn't help herself from using mind games to manipulate and fuck with people. Sometimes she did so with purpose, and other times just for the amusement.

This time was a little of both.]

Say what you have to say.. [She starts, her body changing shape and appearance to look exactly like (you), outfit and all.] I'm all ears.

6. WILDCARD

(Anything goes. Hit me.)

Denial

[hiallmybuddies]

[Is it really a strange purple guy who was there a second ago? Or is it... you, Mystique?]

I dunno buddy! What would a handsome purple Jupitarian want with lil ol' me?

Liam Ferohn-Gau | Gods Will Be Watching (Final Chapter)

[endoftheuniverse]

1 - Meticulous planning

[Liam has made a habit of ignoring the accusations against him - villain, genocider, warmonger - so long as he knew the truth: that he was a hero, and that his cause was verifiably just, blessed by the only true Gods themselves. But to have been recruited into a legion of supervillains, as though he were some moustache-twirling cartoon character? That stung, and the displeasure is plain on Liam's face. He was a hero; a liberator on the right side of history.

His complaints have fallen on deaf ears, and now he's certain there's no correcting this mistake. Fortunately, Liam has no intention of dying in such an idiotic way, and if he needs to kill to survive, he may as well choose a victim who deserved it. You'll catch Liam inspecting your rap sheet quite carefully. Any sins you'd like to defend - or boast of?]

3 - Tenacity Spanning (CONTENT WARNING: child death, non-graphic descriptions of gore)

[Now it's Liam's turn to own up to his sin.

The monitor displays footage of a much younger version of the man standing before you, protected in the safety of a space suit as he opens the release valve of a bioweapon on a lush, earth-like planet. The children of his unsuspecting victims die first, brutally and quickly in flowering, fungal husks, soon followed by the elderly and frail. In a matter of days, the entire planet is infected, their numbers dropping in an exponential decay. On a spaceship above, a hero faces Liam, fighting tooth and nail for the only antidote. After felling his enemy, the hero releases the antidote to Liam's shock and horror before making his escape into interstellar space.

In the next clip, 20 years later, the Liam of today finds the man who stopped him and shoots him point-blank. The hero's head explodes in an almost comical burst of brain matter and fluids. In the immediate present, Liam shakes his head in frustration, bowing his chin to gaze at the monitor in a fixed, glowering stare.]

No. I had my reasons.

This does not make me like the rest of you.

[He's quite adamant that he does not belong here, in spite of all evidence to the contrary.]

1

[vilescience]

[Hey, Liam. You'll find a rather short scientist trying to peer over your shoulder at the rap sheet you're looking at, which happens to list off the "achievements" of a Dr. Saira Bellum.

The things that probably leap out most to him is that she's one of the chief board members and chief of science of an imports-exports company called VILE (though no explanation on the acronym is given), she teaches at a school for thieves, and that she has several hundred war crimes under her belt. The most recent one seems to say something about trying to cause a worldwide hunger crisis by using genetically-modified spores to eat rice crops.]

Ah, yes. Although my fellow VILE members are more interested in obtaining valuable imports, I was tasked with managing more the business side of things. Not that I mind very much--a perk is that I can allocate as many funds as I would like towards my own research that benefits the overall company.

[Why, yes, she's trying to assert herself as one of the top villains in this place without even realizing why she's here. She assumes this was just a board meeting she organized and then forgot about.]

Rita Repulsa | Power Rangers 2017 | i have two icons but we're working with this

[dumpsterloki]

1. Meticulous Planning

[ Have you ever seen a woman with green-gold armor like...attached and interwoven into to her skin? Maybe you have. Have you ever seen that woman run her claw-like fingernails across a computer terminal, half-hissing like a deranged but intrigued cockroach? ]

What a contraption. Ahh... [ tap, tap, a stretched smile across her veiny, sick-looking face ] What manner of research...? [ tap, tap, tap, screeeeech, she runs those claws along the terminal, creating an awful, high-pitched squeal--but she just grins, showing off the occasional gold tooth ]

Someone appreciates the most powerful person in the galaxy. The most powerful lady.

[ A hissing laugh. ]

Where, are you, dear admirer? Come on. I promise, I won't kill you...much.

[ So that's happening. ]

3 - Tenacity Spinning

[ Here it is, a recording of a much more disheveled Rita ripping a gold tooth from a homeless man's mouth. Here it is, a recording of Rita running her claw-like fingers along the chins of teenagers she's got tied to the side of a boat, hissing and smiling menacingly. Here it is, a recording of Rita raising her arms as a giant made entirely of molten gold stomps through a suburban street and people run screaming.

Here it is, Rita smiling serenely at her accomplishments. ]

Are we all getting to know each other now? I could do without the reminder of Zordon's little worms...but they'll get what's coming to them.

[ She doesn't. Care. Not even at the one of her getting backhanded into space by a janky-looking robot. Rita has no secrets. ]

5. Decades of Denial

[ The most exhausting thing of all of this is that Rita can't simply tear out everyone's throats from the get-go.

And now this... How annoying. She gives a dismissive laugh. ]

How does our lovely host expect anything to get done? [ A soft hum, as she plays with a piece of jewelry she's taken from... wait, that's not jewelry, that's a piece of one of those hovercars... Huh. ] We've a murderer in our midst. Oh dear. A shame. Surprise.

[ That hum turns into a giggle. ]

That Caliborn wasn't anything but a whiny little child anyway. No loss.

[ fuckin rip homestuck ]

6. Wild Card

[ hit me up for anything ]

5 can't believe homestuck is dead now

[vilescience]

Statistically speaking, most of those gathered here are murderers. Though, I am incredibly grateful that child won't be a further problem. He kept trying to steal my inventions and trying to stab me.

[She frowns lightly, tapping a gloved finger against her chin.]

Though I am normally not inclined to participate in such trivial games of feigned justice, I'd love to unravel the fool who thought they could compete with us.

[And thus, prove themselves to be superior villains.]

The Duke of Detroit | Motorcity

[thedukeofficial]

1

[ Let it never be said that the Duke of Detroit doesn't know how to make an entrance, even without pyrotechnics or any of his henchpersons. So catch this very tall and impressively lanky man literally kicking open the door of his room - it might actually be a sliding door, given the aesthetic, but he sure did kick it. ]

My babies! What have you done with my babies?

[ What the fuck kind of babies does this man have? Go on and ask! ]

2

[ Later on, you might- no, probably will - find the Duke (no, he doesn't have a given name on any of the terminals) in the hovercars and mecha room just sort of... noodling around inspecting one of the cars. ]

"Oh, Duke, help me! Someone took my wheels and replaced them with useless hover engines!"

[ And talking in a uh. Car Voice?? ]

Shhh, it's okay, the Duke is going to take good care of you, yes he is. Just as soon as I have a way to break you out of this horrible place!

3

[ There's a lot of footage of the Duke of Detroit on those screens just... strongly antagonizing a group of teenagers? Driving a tank that shoots limousines? This guy sure leads a Life. ]

Am I supposed to care?

[ He looks around the room. ]

I feel like I'm supposed to care, from how a lot of you are taking this.

3

[lizardgurl4sale]

[Demencia kind of cares about the organization's secrets getting out into the world! These deadbeats don't pay for her to be here, and now they're just letting everything out into the void.

But the screens are mostly focused on how good of a villain she is, so she's gonna let it slide and focus on judging the others.]

Ooooh, nice tank!

[Yes, she's liking Duke's ride.]

But can it kill a group of meddling kids?

Norman Osborn | Spiderman (2002)

[wentscrewy]

1

[ a disheveled man walks out of his room, looking around with a great deal of concern. this might not be uncommon here, but it's happening. this is not his beautiful house, with his beautiful masks.

if he notices someone else, though, he'll very quickly regain his composure and put on a smile - he is a businessman, after all, where would he be if he couldn't - and greet them. ]

Excuse me - I'm afraid I don't know exactly where we are. Can you point me to someone in charge?

2

[ at least their captors were decent enough to leave them whiskey - though he hesitates a little before taking it off the shelf, for fear of something he doesn't know exactly. poison? a booby trap? if he's in some kind of old movie, he might as well try to think of things in those terms. ]

You want one? No reason not to take what you're given, in a place like this.

[ guess he heard you come in? he definitely said that without turning towards the door. ]

1

[unking]

[Hey there Norman, what you were looking for probably wasn't a 7 foot something elf with blazing red hair, wearing armor, and covered in blood.

It's what you've got though.]

If I knew I would be applying to them myself.

Darth Vader | it's this little canon you've probably never heard of it

[breathingsounds]

meticulous planning

[After being unceremoniously dumped somewhere that was decidedly not Cloud City, Vader had been left in an exceptionally foul mood by his first sight of this place: magma, pouring down and casting a dull red glow over everything. The heat made it unlikely that it was a hologram.

Very few people knew about Mustafar, and Vader had personally killed most of the ones who did. There remained the Emperor, of course, and this might have been his doing. Regardless it seemed like a deliberate insult, and he was taking it as such.

He swept from the room, cloak billowing behind him, and examined his surroundings. No more lava, at least. There were several information terminals which seemed archaic; he was almost surprised they were in working order when he went to examine the information in them. It was lacking, not that he'd expected anything else.]

You! What planet is this, and why was I brought here?

(we'll have food)

[Not having an empire to run and an emperor to obey left Vader's days strangely empty. To fill them he'd returned to his first passtime, tinkering. This place did have workshops, and enough of the components that he could make due, though the amount of technology he was having to create from scratch was astonishing. It was disturbing to consider that if this was the level of tech he had access to that he might not get much better when he left. One of the worst parts was that it was difficult to get a little privacy, and many of the people here had no respect for boundaries. He turns impatiently to the person approaching him.]

What do you want?

meticulous planning

[wrenches]

[Wrench is currently having a look at all the profiles himself and really someone having his information and what looks like a mugshot isn't that out of the norm for him. He is a criminal after all. Doesn't explain what's going on though.

Nor does it explain the guy in all black with a weird bucket on his head that Wrench notices out of the corner of his eye. The bucket helmet thing is definitely why he doesn't realize he's being spoken to, can't see any lips moving plus he can't hear. So Wrench just gives him a weird look, shrugging as if to ask, "What?".

Got a problem buddy?]

Demencia | Villainous

[lizardgurl4sale]

1.
[So, uh. Demencia woke up in someone else's lair. Not her cozy cell in her boyfriend's Black Hat's house. Nowhere near said house. Someone else's lair.

This someone probably hasn't paid for her services.

Demencia decides she's gonna casually stroll up to the nearest person with a sadistic grin on her face.]

Hey there... You live here?

[She's the repo man, here to do what her boss would do if he finds out about this.]

2a.
[Whelp, no rush to escape. When your crush/employer is an ancient evil who runs a huge company that caters to villains, chances are he'll come over and destroy this place. Demencia's pretty sure he'll come rescue her. Any time now...

In the meantime, she's gonna redecorate the war room. She uses markers and paint to cover the table in neon explosions, satan stars, and a whole bunch of hearts with "BH + DEM" written inside. She's even taken to drawing scenes of herself and others on the maps... And the table itself... And the walls...]

2b.
[Or perhaps you might find a strange lizard thing in the alligator pit.

No, scratch that. You'll find Dem stomping around on all fours, growling savagely at the alligators. Somehow, she's managed to scare them into submission.

Do you wanna play with the lizard girl? She can climb walls.]

I

[tedioustrivium]

Most certainly!

[The faceless man does not, in fact, live here.]

In fact, I just painted the walls. Want to watch it dry with me?

Maedhros Feanorian | Tolkien's Legendarium

[unking]

[If there was someone around to kill, he'd probably kill them. He's not Celegorm, he doesn't enjoy it, but he'd do it all the same, because Dior's get had been right there, and the silmaril could have been theirs for the taking, and then with a feeling like his stomach being pulled back through his spine he'd fallen down here, covered in blood soaked armor - almost none of which was his - and ready to scream with rage when he'd looked up and hadn't been standing at a cliff by the sea. Was this a part of his punishment? It wasn't fair, but that was nothing new.

He took a moment to calm himself before pushing himself up with his only remaining hand, and leaving to explore. Maybe he'd be able to find a sword, or one of his brothers, though the more he looked the stranger this place became. It also wasn't exactly designed for an elf who was more than 7 feet tall, but at least the ceilings were tall enough. He still stuck out, of course, and the blood wasn't helping, and wasn't particularly comfortable. After a moment he spots someone using a sink, and walks over to them.]

May I?

[toadthejanitor]

Knock yourself out, buddy.

[Literally, Toad almost says. He's in a bad mood. As the elf passes, he eyes the blood but doesn't say anything. Celegorm might feel his gaze though.]

Mr. Wrench | Fargo FX

[wrenches]

2 - (We'll Have Food)

[First thing first he has a look around, when it seems everyone is just going to bitch at each other at the start. He's not interested in any of it. Really none of this is a huge bother to him, it's something new. Wrench isn't a part of any organization any longer and his last mission had been a personal one, which he'd wrapped up before... this.

So if anything it was more interesting than running from the law and potentially ending up in jail again. Hard pass on that. If anything it seemed a lot of the people here wouldn't judge him for his line of work and if they did he couldn't give less of a shit. Not looking company per se, he finds the bar and has a seat getting a couple glasses in of whiskey fairly quick. Hell if anyone does come to give him company Wrench won't notice at first, unless they take a seat next to him and some how get his attention.

Not that he's ignoring them on purpose... well, it could go that way, but not being able to hear can make it a smidge difficult to catch any greetings.]


4 - (We Repeat, Endless Meat)

[What's a guy to do when he's minding his business and finds a dead body? Pull out the handgun he's got in his jacket and first off make sure the area is clear for the immediate moment, two, nudge the body over with his boot and wrinkle his nose in disgust at the mess their face is. Well. Face is being nice. There's not really a face anymore. Probably been dead for a bit by the look of it.

Wrench kneels down beside the body to try and figure out who it was and see if they've got anything worth while on them, aka: a weapon. In fact he does find something, a pocket knife, better than nothing, so in his jacket it goes. Who knows when he'll need a knife for something nice, close and personal.]

((ooc: hi hello Wrench is a 6'2" deaf hitman who wears an ugly fringe cowboy jacket non ironically))

4

[penciltrick]

Good taste.

[The Joker is akin to something from the shadows, seeming to maintain presence and awareness of things at all times, slipping in and out of rooms at random. He's not exactly the most social of people, seemingly only existing to discomfort others at the best of times.

But knives...those are something he's interested in. He knows what Wrench has done, and that in and of itself has his interest.]

Didn't do much for him, I, uh, imagine. [He casually rolls his eyes at the body.]

Lore | Star Trek: The Next Generation

[offorgotten]

[3]

[Lore had been pretty excited to see which of his many crimes and transgressions they would pick-- there were just so many good ones!-- and, well, he definitely wasn't disappointed!

he's standing in front of the monitor in the hall, arms crossed, grinning slightly. the screen shows Lore-- dressed in some sort of military-type uniform-- throwing an elderly man bodily across a laboratory, sending him crashing into a table, glass shattering...]

Is there any way I could get the holo of that? I'd just love to be able to watch that again. And again.

[4]

Biological lifeforms are fragile little things, aren't they? [just. nudges the corpse with his foot. ew. it's bleeding. what kind of nerd bleeds.] Obviously, one of the humans did this one. I wouldn't have left anything to find.

(or idk make something else up)

3

[jawhereveryouare]

You continue to be nothing short of the true master of subtlety.

[hey, look. it's that creepy old guy who just kind of walks around judging everyone. here he is to judge everyone.]

The Terrible Trivium | The Phantom Tollbooth

[tedioustrivium]

[Any]

[See, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what's going on around him. People could be threatening him. The holo thing could be showing images of him chasing a child down a mountain. There could be a dead body in the same room. It doesn't matter.

What does matter is trying to trace every indent in the future-room style across the entire facility. What matters is organizing the peas in his meal by size, hue of green, shape, and so on. What matters is tapping a nail against a wall for hours just to see if you can dig a in it. All sorts of petty little tasks. And he's happy to ask for help completing them! The Terrible Trivium knows better than anyone that its much better to do simple, easy things rather than difficult, hard things.]

[heyhoho]

[Having spent some time in the company of a bunch of colourful sorts, Long John can't really find a faceless man all that strange, and Pirates weren't the judgemental type anyway.

He sits beside him, and casts a look at the vegetable sorting that's going on, and raises an eyebrow.]

Somethin' wrong with the peas, Sir?

Bendy / Bendy and the Ink Machine

[darlinlildevil]

1.

[ It was very rare for the little toon to be catching a wink of sleep. As a toon, he necessarily didn't need to be getting any amount of sleep. Especially when not in his own world, it was hard for him to tell what day and night truly was. He had come from a world of black and white, and being shoved into a world filled with color, why... It was quite overwhelming for the little guy.

So overwhelming, in fact, Bendy makes it well known to just about everyone around him how annoyed he is at having to wake up here. ]

HEY!

[ Reaching up to grab the sleeve of the closest person to him, Bendy tugs down on it as hard as he possibly can, puffing out his cheeks in a rather... cartoony fashion. ]

Where th'heck am I-!? Dont'cha know who I am? I've got a show t'be runnin', I ain't got time t'be here!

3.

Pffft, who's that loser on the screen? Sure ain't me, I can tell 'ya that!

[ Ignore the ink dripping from the little toon's form. He's definitely not nervous, or anything!]

So what if we look alike an' are both devils? That's my knock-off! I'm the real deal, here! 'Sides, y'really think someone like me could get scared so easily?

[ Cue the screen playing a clip of him running away from a sizzling hot pan. He's not a coward, not him! ]

6.

[ feel free to throw ideas at me! ]

1

[heyhoho]

[At being grabbed, Long John whips around and reaches his free hand to his hip instinctively.]

Hold on, now - [He slowly relaxes his hand, all casual-like.] You just about almost pulled me over!

[He laughs, and leans against his crutch, and takes a moment to rack his brain.]

Can't say I ever seen you before, but how about you give me a name to the face? See if I heard of you.

[Which he's doubting.]

Wilkins / Wilkins Coffee ™ Commercials

[willheorwonthekins]

We'll Have Wilkins Coffee ™

[Anyone approaching the kitchen can hear the scratching and skittering in the cabinets, the clattering of objects thrown to the floor, the somewhat maniacal giggling as something makes a mess of the area. Once you enter the room, you'll find various bags torn open and boxes torn to shreds, their contents spilled on the floor. The culprit is nowhere to be seen, but... you may get the vague sense that you're being watched.

The coffee maker stands pristine on the counter. Multiple cans of coffee are laid out in an orderly line beside it- all sorts of different brands, including an old and battered can of Wilkins Coffee ™.

You want to make coffee for yourself? Go right ahead, help yourself! Just know this-

You are not alone.]

(We Repeat, Endless Wilkins Coffee ™)

[Ah, fuck. Someone killed Slappy the dummy. This is the worst outcome.

Except it may be about to get worse, as this horrible little Muppet gremlin picks up the broken puppet, inspecting it curiously. He'll look up if someone approaches-]

Why, hoooowdy there, stranger! Looks like this fella's gone a little stiff! You know what his problem was?

[He smiles- serenely, and without even a hint of empathy in his horrible little eyes.]

He didn't drink enough Wilkins Coffee ™! And we all know what happens when people don't drink Wilkins ™! You start to lose your head!

[It all happens quickly. You may not even really register what happens at first. Wilkins slams the puppet corpse against the wall, and the force of the impact is enough to take Slappy's head off. Splinters go flying.

Wilkins drops the decapitated puppet and stares at the spinning, severed head. He seems pleased. After a moment, he stares up at you.]

Do you drink Wilkins ™?

We Repeat

[beholdthetruejerks]

...you done with that?

[Indicating the shattered Slappy corpse.]

[Who let these two be the corpse touchers.]

Somnus Lucis Caelum | FFXV: Episode Ardyn Prologue

[encelevenemus]

[meticulous planning]

[A young man in archaic black looked more than a bit out of his depth in the surrounding technological aesthetic. He didn't dare go near most of it, yet neither did he make even the slightest move to ask anyone the obvious question of 'what the hell is that'. For the most part, he merely seemed to watch everyone with a critical eye as though measuring them somehow.]

[we'll have food]

[Somnus had very quickly decided he hated this place, but especially the technologically heavy areas. Magitek--gods, as if there weren't enough problems in the world. (Or worlds, as it were.) So instead he'd quietly sought out a game room, something quiet and almost familiar. In short order did he have a chessboard laid out in front of him, sitting on the side of the neatly arranged black pieces with a thoughtfully silent look in his eyes. Which vanished quickly upon the sound of someone else coming in, the young man straightening up in his chair.]

Would you be interested in a game, perchance?

[tenacity spanning]

[Somnus raised an eyebrow at the monitor before him, as though the volume was slightly annoying and nothing more. Upon it was displayed a massive pyre, built of what one might just be able to make out as...human bodies. Amidst the sounds of roaring flames an observer might even hear voices shrieking in agony--and before it as spectator stood the man himself, alongside a small collection of armored soldiers.]

[It wasn't much of a secret, as far as he'd been concerned.]

we'll have food

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

Oh, it's been ages since I've played.

[She settles in opposite Somnus, looking over the board.]

The pieces are all the same as you've known them, then? Interesting, that the game would be the same across such different dimensions.

[She's read the profiles, and you are definitely not from a world remotely similar to hers.]

Vaati | The Legend of Zelda (The Minish Cap)

[windmage]

[technology sucks, magic for life]

[Finding oneself in a foreign setting is certainly cause for concern, but it's easy to try to find logic in the situation without resorting to panic. Perhaps this is a trick by that stubborn master of his working alongside the hero, or even Princess Zelda herself, using magic to disorient and shift the inside of the castle to prevent Vaati from finding her, despite her body having been turned to stone. The latter certainly seems the most likely, now that he knows that the Light Force he seeks dwells within her... that said, however--]

What sort of witchcraft is this?

[By "this", he is referring to the monitors and terminals, which are definitely not things that are common to find in Hyrule. Every time a screen changes or flickers or something makes an unexpected noise, Vaati attempts to summon his magic to blast the damn things, but it doesn't seem to be going well, judging by the noises of rage he is making...]

[shark week on the discovery channel]

[Because Vaati has no desire to interact with any of the strange technology here, the room he ends up killing time in is the one filled with sharks. Sharks are not exactly a common creature to find in Hyrule either, but he can at least understand animals and other life forms much easier than trying to use those blasted computers. Sure, they're not doing much other than swimming around at the moment, but...]

Perhaps if I could find a way to command them to my will... yes, that would certainly be one way to deal with some of the pests here...

[... Vaati do not plot a murder out loud involving sharks, jesus christ.]

[wildcard]

[Anything and everything you could ever want with Vaati, I'm down for it. PM this journal or hit me up on wailords if you desire.]

shark week

[clawhands]

A-HA! I heard that!

[Shouts a voice from...somewhere by Vaati's feet. If he looks down, he'll spot a Lego person with a rather sour expression, his eyes obscured by aviator glasses. Bad Cop scowls, trying to heft himself up onto a nearby surface, which happens to be a toolbox. Looks like someone was trying to repair something here earlier.

Bad Cop brandishes a very tiny set of plastic handcuffs.]

Next time someone murders someone with a shark, you're at the top of my suspect list, and you'll be arrested and tortured within an inch of your life!

[...Under arrest for what? Talking about sharks?]

Good Cop / Bad Cop | The LEGO Movie

[clawhands]

i - meticulous planning

[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.

First of all, where are all the bricks? Why is everything so big? And why does everything...feel...not-smooth? It's as if someone took a room and made it a hundred--no, a thousand times bigger. Bad Cop grimaces, looking around the room. Someone must've somehow transported him to this infernal prison. Maybe Lord Business, for allowing The Special to get away? No--he hadn't even reported back to him yet. But could he have scooped him up without his knowledge...?

The Good Cop in him urges him to explore and not jump to conclusions, while Bad Cop wants to go beat up whoever's responsible for this. Both Cops are equally wary of the situation. He manages to make his way to something that looks like an incredibly large door and squeeze under the gap, entering the hallway and good GOLLY THERE ARE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE

If you're wandering around, you might notice a flash of yellow as something dashes behind a nearby obstacle or plant. If you look closely, you might spot something that looks like...a LEGO figure hiding behind something and watching you?

If he realizes he's been spotted, he goes to whip out his pistol only to realize...he doesn't...have it. Instead, he scowls and tries to put some distance between him and the person approaching him.]

Stay back, you...weird...monster! You so much as touch me, and I'll have you tortured and melted down into bricks!

ii - we'll have food

[Despite the horrible situation at hand, Bad Cop and Good Cop seem to be taking it well. Today, Good Cop is the one who's mostly around, exploring the facilities (very slowly) as well as trying to interact with people, gauging their motives, trying to be friendly and non-threatening...anything to glean information from the other bad guys in this place. Good Cop might be nice, but he's not an idiot. And one thing that he knows is that the best way to get information from someone is to be nice to them.

Anyways, he later makes his way to the kitchen and can be found standing on the table with a plastic LEGO oven, making...something. He perks up when someone walks into the room.]

Hiya! Would ya like a plate of pancakes? Fresh off the stove!

[The pancakes are...far too small, as well as made of plastic, but. It's fine. Probably.]

iii - (we repeat, endless meat)

[Well, Orin Scrivello died a brutal death. Bad Cop doesn't look like he cares remotely. He's (unsuccessfully) trying to shepherd people away from the body, dancing around the puddles of blood and grimacing. Good Cop breaks out his best smile as he says:]

Move along, move along, nothing to see here! Thank you!

[Bad Cop switches back in and shudders as he skirts around Orin's leg.] Eugh. You flesh idiots are filled with so much...gross stuff.

[Then he pauses, seeing something colorful in the distance. He squints, adjusting his aviators to see what it is.

It's a single LEGO by Orin's foot. Bad Cop rushes over to inspect it before glaring at anyone in the vicinity.]

Who put this here?! This is clearly a frame job!

wildcard

[go nuts. he's a lego.]

endless meat

[screenslaver]

[Evelyn smirks at this.]

I don't know. We all had a motive to kill him. I wouldn't put it pass you to kill this scumbag out of annoyance.

[Honestly she has no idea if this is a frame job or not but she's not wrong.]

Yomiel | Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

[conditionally]

1.

[ Yomiel has trouble getting out of the room he finds himself in. If one were to describe it, it'd probably look like he was drunk or wading through mud; his movements are sloppy and sluggish, almost like he's trying to remember how his body moves.

Guess that's what happens when you're actually corporeal for the first time in a decade.

Even with his pointy shades completely obscuring his eyes, it's easy to tell that he's a little perturbed. He catches sight of you staring at him, and he does his best to stand up against the door frame. ]

You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, do you?

[ Hopefully that question's easy enough to explain, compared to the other ones he has. ]

3.

[ The first thing after Yomiel does after going through his "damning files" is he puts hand through the monitor.

He really isn't trying to mask any of his past deeds. He's just... tired. He's tired of this scenario, tired of the faces of the people who wronged him dangling in front of his face like some kind of bait. As much as this all sucked, he hoped this might actually be that new life he's been looking for. But with all this... it's a little overwhelming.

Yomiel pulls his hand back, which is bleeding from the impact. It stings something horrible, which is... weird. He just kind of stares at his bleeding hand like some weirdo, trying to open it as much as he can without it hurting too much.

He's fine, really! ... it's just a flesh wound. ]

6.

[ You'll find him brooding around a bit if you want to have some kind of different scenario with Yomiel! ]

1

[umslay]

Nope! [Ales grins and raises his arms in exasperation.] No clue! Went to bed and woke up in another! I would think that I was the victim of a simple prank, but judging by the sorts of people I've run into, I'm nowhere near the Glade.

[And he hates this! But fine! He'll just be chipper about it!]