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

[clawhands]

[Good Cop perks up and turns to look at Rex. He waves in a friendly manner.]

Helloooo!

[Bad Cop cuts him off and switches in, frowning and peering at Rex. He leans forward, trying to seem menacing as he demands:]

Who are you? What is your name? Why are you here?!

[screenslaver]

...

[She deadeyes Bad Cop.]

Oh no. I think you broke my leg.

[She does not look hurt at all.]

[clawhands]

[Bad Cop leans away, a sour expression on his face. He hates that literally everyone else in this place is bigger than him. Why can't anyone else be one inch tall?!

For some reason, this guy reminds him of a bad salesman....surely, it can't be the name, right? He gets distracted by what this guy has going on for him.]

Never heard of you. And your skin is...blue. [He moves to tap Ales' little Teensie nose.] And why do you have...this thing?

[clawhands]

What?! You have a problem with my claw hands, huh?! I can drive any car or plane just fine with these things!

[If only he had a car that he could drive right now. He jabs one of his Claw Hands at Erik's face, still scowling.]

Watch your step, pal. You don't wanna mess with us.

So if you could please step back, that would be great!

[masterbreaker]

[Leaning himself back, Rex takes a step back and holds up both of his clawed hands. He pushes back on Bad Cop's chest, a frown on his face.]

Woah, woah, buddy. I ain't here to go breaking the law, or whatever. I don't have a single idea WHY I'm here, other than to get some food because I'm STARVING, my guy.

[A grin forms on his face.] And the name's Rex! Rex Dangervest. Pleasure meeting you, uhhhh... Cop-guy.

[clawhands]

[Bad Cop scowls, pulling the pancakes away from Rex. If he's starving, let him starve.]

The name's Bad Cop. I'm part of President Business's team.

And I'm Good Cop!

[Good Cop pushes the pancakes back towards Rex, grinning widely. This guy is interesting--and, if he's the only other LEGO in the room, may as well try to get some information out of him.]

Still want some pancakes, Mr. Dangervest?

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! ]

[neednoaccuser]

I fought like fifty of them Dora the Explorer Amazon chicks my cousin has up in his castle and won, so I think I could handle one baby Lego man. [He does move back though.] It's just rude to pick on people in a different weight class, is all.

[masterbreaker]

[ Right. Of course he knows who Good Cop Bad Cop is. He remembers having to fight against him - but given that Good Cop is still around... he can only assume some kind of time travel business is happening without his doing.

He clears his throat, reaching out a hand towards the plate of pancakes.]

You bet I still want those pancakes. I haven't found anything good to eat in AGES. So, you guys work for President Business? How's that like?

[clawhands]

You call me a baby one more time, and you'll see what happens when you mess with Bad Cop!

[He seems to take on a more cautious stance. There's definitely no way he can take down someone as big as Erik, but he can sure try. And that fighting spirit is still predominantly taking the front.]

[clawhands]

[He hands Rex half the stack and grins.]

Oh, it's great! President Business is a lot of fun, once you get to know him.

[Yeah. "Fun". Good Cop's totally lying through his teeth, but gotta rep that good President Business PR, right? And also, if President Business caught wind of either of them talking about him, he'd probably do something...awful.

Bad Cop frowns, taking a bite of plastic pancake.]

And your job. What do you do for a living, hmm? You happen to live in...Bricksburg?

[willheorwonthekins]

[He becomes oddly somber.]

It is the lifeblood of the universe. The ichor that runs through the veins of gods. The only truth in a world of nightmares.

Consume it, for the sake of your damned soul.

[Wilkins smiles. His tone changes to a cheerier one.]

Or you might become part of a balanced breakfast!

[willheorwonthekins]

Oh, I won't kill you. Whether you live or die is alllll up to Mr. Wilkins!

[conditionally]

[ He just kinda stares. It's really hard not to.Life is truly incredible, to allow this to happen. ]

That's a fair point. No use crying over spilled milk, I guess.

[ That bowl of milk he just threw out, however, he will probably mourn in a little bit. ]

If you're an undercover cop, sure. Most law enforcement stick out on account of their constant badge flashing and never-ending bones to pick.

[ He.... doesn't really have that great of an experience with the police, as a whole. ]

Rex Dangervest // The LEGO Movie 2: The Second Part

[masterbreaker]

meticulous planning

Oh, you've gotta be KIDDING me.

[Jumping up onto a desk, the small LEGO man crosses his arms as he rolls his eyes. Nothing looks normal to him - he's definitely in the real world, he's come to realize. Definitely NOT something he isn't used to- through his own willpower, Rex had learned to navigate through the real world.

This was by no means anything he wasn't used to - but the fact he didn't recognize it at all is what's confusing him.]

Hey, you!

[He calls out towards the larger human, or creature, in front of him. A frown on his face, he takes in a deep breath - attempting to call out to them in the loudest voice he can possibly put on.]

This ain't some kinda irrelevant time travel plot or whatever, is it? Tell me how I can get back home. I have stuff to do.

we repeat, endless meat

Ohhh, that's...

[ A frown. The one thing Rex had never managed to rid himself of was having to deal with the sight of death. Looking at the body, absolutely drenched in their own blood, he finds himself backing up away from it. ]

Unfortunate. So, which one of you folks went and did it?

[neednoaccuser]

[Erik laughs. It's a little crazy.]

I'd like to see you try, you plastic motherfucker. [Is it an insult if . . . it's true???] Bring it on.

[masterbreaker]

[Rex takes his stack of pancakes and wastes absolutely no time scarfing it down. President Business being fun... that sounds like an absolute lie, but he's not going to say anything about it now. Who knows, if he goes and opens his mouth about everything that's happened, it could potentially ruin the timeline and cease his existence.

He didn't want that.]

Well, I don't exactly live in Bricksburg, but I come from it. And I'm glad you asked!

[Bad Cop, you've got a big storm coming...]

I'm just the coolest guy you'll ever meet! I mean, how many people can you say is a cowboy, galaxy defending archaelogist, AND a raptor trainer? Not very many, I'm betting! [He laughs. He's so dang proud of himself!]

[clawhands]

[At that, Bad Cop flings himself at Erik's face, yelling indistinctly.

...He sort of just smacks against Erik's nose, but he seems undaunted. Growling, he tries to climb up onto Erik's head and hide himself in his hair.]

HAH!

[As if that accomplished anything.]

[clawhands]

[Bad Cop frowns. He'd love to go flashing badges in everyone's faces, but after a humiliating few days of trying to take down the giants with nothing but his bare hands...he's learned his lesson. Go about things in a way that actually accomplishes something.]

Oh, I've got many bones to pick with all of you weirdos and criminal scum. [Whoop. We're in full Bad Cop mode right now.] If we were back in Bricksburg, you'd all be arrested, tortured, and thrown into President Business's think tank.

[...At least he's honest.]

[clawhands]

[That first sentence sets off a few alarm bells in Bad Cop--and Good Cop's--head. No one in Bricksburg is supposed to be able to leave. Bad Cop squints at Rex, his mouth twisting to the side. He looks as if he's about to say something when Good Cop swoops in, instead, smiling jovially.

He speaks as though he's making small talk.]

Ooh, that's very interesting. A galaxy defending archaeologist...how did you end up leaving Bricksburg?

[conditionally]

Maybe if we were all your size, then sure.

[ He furrows his brow, adjusting his glasses. ]

Also, didn't our hosts say that we were all "the worst of the worst?" Maybe you need to look in a mirror before you start calling people weirdos and criminal scum.

On a side note, do you even have bones to pick? I thought you were just made of plastic

[neednoaccuser]

[Erik magnanimously doesn't just flick him off and back down to the floor. That would probably be unfair and also it kind of hasn't fully sunk in that this is real yet so he kinda just wants to see where this goes.]

Oh wow. What're you gonna do up there? Mess up my dreads?

[Which would actually upset him a little, but like. In a minor annoyance way.]

[masterbreaker]

It IS interesting, isn't it? You can't find any other guy with as many cool occupations as myself.

[ Upon being asked about how he left Bricksburg, Rex's smile turns to a frown. ]

How I left Bricksburg is kind of a sensitive topic, y'know... I don't really like talking about it.

meat! meat! meat! meat! meat!

[conditionally]

[ Yomiel's expression is hard to read, as he adjusts his glasses. ]

Don't you think it's a little premature to start slinging accusations around?

[ At least they can rule out at least one person here... it seems really improbable that the tiny hunk of plastic did it. ]

[clawhands]

HAH! You think I wouldn't be able to take down one of you guys?!

[Bad Cop takes about 0.5 seconds of self reflection before shrugging.]

Yeah, we're the bad guys. So what? We get great pension plans. [Takes another munch of pancake.] And I have bones. Obviously. Who taught you biology?