Lovelocked & Airlicked: the Airlocked kink meme

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shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay Kink Meme

GUIDELINES/RULES:

1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Airlocked.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Airlocked. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?" and this includes "IC" requests from the canon Airlocked fandom all over the galaxy) are acceptable.
4. Stay anon because it's funner that way.
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in Airlocked proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, I only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. This is ultimately just for fun and I would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to alert one of the mods.

 

 

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These characters' players have asked to not have their characters involved in any and all smut prompts:
-Byakuya Togami
-Yuri Plisetsky


These characters have been asked to be excluded from specific types of prompts:
-Margulis - no M/F shipping prompts (gen prompts are fine)
-Jamie - no M/F shipping prompts (gen prompts are fine)
-Bolton - no M/F shipping prompts (gen prompts are fine)
-The Griffin - no Griffin/Toby smut, no smut fills with underage characters

[(Anonymous)]

Two words: Mastermind AU

[imnotfat]

In retrospect it should have been obvious. Given everything that was going on, who was the one person in this place who'd create this whole murdergame for any purpose?

Byakuya Togami, of course. Nobody else does things in needlessly complicated and annoying ways like Byakuya Togami.

He had retired from the game via punching Bolton in his insufferable smug face after Bolton dissed the civet coffee and receiving the punishment for that. Once again, perhaps that should have been a clue? Would Togami punch someone in the face, ever? Please, as if.

Maybe that's why it shouldn't have been a surprise to see Byakuya Togami step into the room once they demanded to meet the mastermind. There he was, as repellent as usual, wearing a rather elegant suit, with a nice pin on it. "What do you want?" he asked, as if he had been awoken in middle of the night to answer a particularly annoying phone call. Once people demanded answers Togami sighed, adjusting his glasses and making sure to stay out of reach from everyone.

"Since I don't have the time for a Q&A session I'll make this as short as possible. Congratulations, you're all survivors of your mutual killing game. You have nothing to worry about, everyone who died is actually alive and currently under the care of the Future Foundation" he raised a hand to stop the questions that'd have come to that "Yes, this was a virtual simulation. The Byakuya Togami you met was an AI designed to watch you all for a while.

Finally, the reason why this all happened is because the Future Foundation is looking for recruits. There's a lot to be done and they need more people. No, you don't have the option to reject your new job" once again when Togami notice somebody is about to speak he raises his voice "Wait until I'm finished! As I was saying, you don't have the option to refuse, and that is because if you don't work with us...

...those who are dead will be in real life-threatening danger"

Togami made a pause to let that sink in. Either cooperate, survivors, or the dead people will be dead for real. The Future Foundation had already made sure both groups would have no way to see each other in person. Togami sighs, looking away.

"This plan wasn't well thought, but the higher-ups in the Future Foundation demanded it to happen. I'm no more than the person in charge of the game. If you have any complaints, you'll have to talk with the chairman"

Several agents with sunglasses and suits entered, intending to escort the survivors away. There wasn't even time for questions. Togami, with his usual ruthless efficiency, had entered, explained those few points, and ended the meeting, all in matter of two or three minutes. Nobody understood a thing, all they wanted was to grab Togami from the neck and demand just retribution for everything that had happened. Nobody would blame them for wanting that.

Once the survivors were gone Togami sighed again, discontent. This was definitely not how imagined things would turn out once he joined the Future Foundation. The foundation's methods had turned more and more twisted, reaching the point where he himself was in no condition to protest or counter anything they did.

The great Byakuya Togami had been reduced to no more than a beleaguered agent who did their bidding, and he hated it. He hated everything he had done. "Tell the boss I'm not going to watch over the next group of potential recruits" he muttered to one of the agents, who simply nodded. It didn't matter what Togami wanted.

He'd end being the mastermind once again.

[(Anonymous)]

AU where the victims and culprits are swapped.

[fatherofsin]

Here's a fill elsewhere that is also the alternate way of ending we planned in case someone broke his classes. So that's Seth and Angelica swapped! \o/

[(Anonymous)]

filthy, guilt-ridden Jamie/Xander post-round 1 make-outs

[(Anonymous)]

Alternate endings for any cases!

[(Anonymous)]

Chitanda had set a few traps around the station, nothing that would really hurt anyone. Just enough, she'd told Shadow only a few days ago, to be able to see if someone was sneaking around. Of course, he'd thought it wouldn't help, and finding her body in the art room being used as a knife block seemed to prove that, but...

"There was something odd in the kitchen," he said.

Xander frowned in a way that made Shadow wonder if that wasn't just his face. "Aside from all the knives being gone?"

Shadow nodded. He jumped on top of his podium to be seen.

"Hair." He held up a few long, light strands. "It was caught in a gum trap. Chitanda had set some in the doors."

Kurumi tightened her grip on the evidence she'd found. She twirled around to face Ricky. "It matches yours! Weren't you asking the penguin for a weapon?"

Ricky flailed. "Y-yeah, but I didn't do this! He wasn't even done making it yet!"

Kurumi threw the knife down, where it chipped a piece off the floor.

"This is all your fault!"

"Kurumi-chan!" Yurika got in between them. "We don't even know it was her!"

"She's right." Natsuhi stormed over with the fury of a mother who had caught Kurumi doing something wrong. "It still could have been someone else. Why don't you ask that awful woman?"

She gestured to Angelica, who tensed slightly.

"Why are you accusing me?" Angelica asked. "Just because you don't like me?"

Natsuhi turned towards her, fingernails cutting her palm. "Ainsworth, you have been nothing but trouble and never shared a kind word with anyone."

"She gave me the pot lid!" Ricky protested weakly, still quaking at Kurumi's outrage.

"Fine. Anyone but her. But Chitanda's optimism disgusted you, didn't it? You were the one who said there'd be murder!"

Angelica's hand went up to the side of her head, fingertips burrowing under one of her hair ties. It was a gesture they'd seen a lot of in this trial.

"That's not a premature confession, that's realism. Or did you think everyone would be peaceful friends?"

Shadow looked to his right and held up the strands of hair in front of him, where he saw Angelica.

"Show me your hand."

Angelica froze. She pulled her hand out of her hair and extended it blankly.

"Well? What's this for?"

Shadow grabbed her wrist from where he was still standing on his podium.

"Blood. Not enough to have touched the victim, but small traces like something pulled out a chunk of hair."

Sadie and the Doctor came from behind to confirm it. From then, it was obvious. One vote after another was put in, Ricky shrinking behind her podium, Natsuhi ordering Kurumi to apologize, Seth looking like he wasn't sure whether to frown seriously or laugh uncontrollably.

The afterparty was quiet, lonely even with eighteen people sadly munching on freeze-dried food.

[(Anonymous)]

Seth/trash compactor

CW: Seth dies in a trash compactor

[fatherofsin]

Seth's couldn't see. Oh, it wasn't that bad. Angelica was being his seeing-eye person. It gave her purpose. Lightning had broken his glasses by punching him in the face earlier in the week, and that meant his abysmal eyesight was going to haunt him. It limited him, but it was fine. Angelica was a good girl.

"Just to the diner, this evening, like usual. I prefer the food there over what we find in the cafeteria," he mutters. He's not in the mood to try anywhere else. She just takes his hand and leads him silently. He can't see, but he trusts her. She hadn't let him down yet, after all.

A door opens, and he walks inside, but immediately he's aware something is wrong. Angelica isn't following, and it just frankly doesn't smell right. He frowns, turning around with hands groping for anything. Where is she?

"Angelica?" he calls, but there's no answer save for the slamming of a door. Something is very wrong now. He walks toward where the sound of the door closing was, coming face to face with an immovable door. He sees red occasionally flashing outside what he can only assume is a small window.

"Angelica? What's going on?"

There's no answer but the steady scraping of metal against metal. He's very aware where he is now, and he fruitlessly tries the door over and over. It's not opening. Why is it not opening? They should have thought of this, he thinks. Someone accidentally ending up inside. Or maybe they did and this is what they want.

The walls press in. He knows pushing against them won't help. But he's running out of space, and it's already getting tight.

"Angelica, this isn't funny! Open the door!" he practically screams. He'd never really been afraid in his life. Seth Twiright feels his arms buckling as the walls press in, unimpeded by his attempts at all. Soon enough, he's squeezing in sideways, back against one wall and palms flat against the other. He's putting all his efforts into trying to save himself, even though it's doing nothing.

His bones creak, and it gets tight. He can feel it slowly crushing as his ribs begin to loudly crack and snap. It's a slow and gruesome death, and he's screaming for the last bits of it. Blood drips from his mouth before his head is finally crushed. Blood splatters against the door and window at the end. No one is going to be able to deny what happened.

[(Anonymous)]

Put Xander in the Spring Festival outfit. I don't care what context you have to manufacture.

[(Anonymous)]

Rukia had told Lightning about Easter at the end of the trial. The holiday sounded strange, even now. After reading up on it, she found out more of the details, how it was about renewal and the rebirth of the seasons. And some guy named Jesus Christ.

She made the mistake of telling Yurika that she had no holiday like that back in her world. Yurika perks up and tells Lightning that they would celebrate every holiday as soon as they could, and that the Easter surprise would delight everyone!

The surprise came at Xander's expense.

Yurika had been given two outfits by the Benefactors. One was clearly her rabbit suit, the other was questionable. Xander definitely would be the only one who could fit into it.

It took quite a bit of convincing to get the prince to change into the ridiculous getup. She just had to tell him in the end that a few people on board never had this holiday and that it would cheer everyone up.

Stepping into the decorated room, Xander immediately regrets letting Yurika talking him into this.

That was the day the Prince of Nohr lost the rest of his dignity.

[(Anonymous)]

Xander gets a massive carrot as a regain. Shenanigans ensue. Any week is fine!

[(Anonymous)]

"Xander." Lightning facepalms as soon as she steps into his room. "Xander, you know I think very highly of you, but that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen."

He sighs and inclines his head to the sword-sized carrot sitting beside him on the bed.

"I have no idea how this even fit inside the dumbwaiter," he says. "It appears to be a real carrot, only exceedingly large. I was going to give it to Jane to cook, but it's hard enough that you could fight with it."

Lightning stares for a second. Slowly and quietly, she covers her mough before bursting into laughter.

"It was only an observation!" Xander's face starts turning pink. "It isn't as if I would... What are you planning?"

She fought down the giggles and gave him a sharp look. "A training weapon is a training weapon, right? Meet me in the gym when you're ready. It's early enough that no one should come in and see anyway."

With a self-assured smile (that might be far more amused than she'd admit, Lightning turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Xander's face sunk into his hands. This could never get out.

[(Anonymous)]

The season 1 trio is turned into their D&D characters.

[(Anonymous)]

The scream awakens Bolton with a jolt.

He registers the thing in bed with him before anything. A golden lizard thing in robes, curled up with its tail around its legs, hands pressed over its muzzle. He'll be forever grateful for the fact that he froze rather than recoiling, because the next second it looks at him and squeaks, "Bolton?"

It's not Jamie's voice anymore. But he knows the sound of his name on Jamie's lips. "J?" His own voice comes out way too high-pitched, and he starts to lift a hand to his throat. It's dark-scaled, smooth like a snake. "What the fuck?"

J's breath is coming too fast, and Bolton scoots across the bed to hold him, studiously ignoring the alien sensation of a whipcord tail swaying behind him. "Easy, J." He holds his boyfriend's head to his chest, runs an unfamiliar hand over unfamiliar scales, misses Jamie's long hair. But it's still him. That's what matters. "Just breathe. This is..."

This is...

What is this?

After, when Jamie's recovered somewhat, they huddle together to check the cameras. The PIPs are still on their wrists, but now they look even more out-of-place; they're both wearing old-fashioned clothes, like medieval...well, fuck it, he should think of it like it is. They're both wearing their Dungeon and Dragons characters' outfits, down to the stupid little wizard's hat perched on Jamie's dragonborn head, and the wild red poppy tucked into his own hair by the base of his left horn. His horn. Fuck, that sure is a thing that's happening! And to top it all off, his favorite boxers have vanished.

"It...it can't be a motive. They still look normal." It's still early, but some of the Champions are morning birds, and Jamie's found Natsuhi sitting in the cafeteria. "And it's not even Tuesday. CECE, what's going on?"

I'm sorry, Jamie. I don't know why you and Bolton look different today.

Bolton can think of a few reasons EP might target him for something, but not Jamie. Besides, this isn't exactly the kind of retribution he'd expect. What else could be responsible for this, though? Unconsciously, his spaded tail taps against the sheets as he thinks. If...if his suspicions about this place are true...a glitch of some kind? Swapping them for a different character model, something already associated with them in some stupid database somewhere, or however that works. He should rewatch Tron soon.

If EP didn't mean for this to happen, then they won't let it stand for long. "Maybe it'll wear off. We can skip office hours for today, let's just wait here and see."

Jamie snorts quietly, curling his claws experimentally. "This doesn't make sense. I know they're not happy, but...that's what the secrets were about. What does being Seaven the Sorcerer have to do with anything?"

"I don't know." However this happened, it's not just their clothes; Bolton catches sight of a leather pack by the bed and pulls it up, dumping its contents. There's rope, rations, lockpicks, and several little throwing knives. "Look at this, this is my adventurer's gear. It seems like everything...do you know where we put our character sheets?"

"No..." Jamie's voice trails off, and Bolton knows. He knows exactly how long it's been since either of them touched those. He even knows, or at least suspects, that J knows the location of Father Fisticuffs' sheet better than Seaven's. But neither of them mentions it, even if Jamie's eyes flick briefly to his trunk before he starts to dig in the folds of his robe. "I've got all my stuff too. Look, my arcane focus - " He pulls out a red crystal orb and holds it to catch the light. "Do you think I could actually cast spells? Some of them can, even with the PIPs."

Bolton shrugs, forcing himself to ignore the feeling of long hair on his shoulders. "You should try a cantrip! Then you'll still have all your spell slots for later, if - "

The tinny sound of a scream from Jamie's PIP cuts him off. Jamie looks at him with wide reptilian eyes, and then starts to fumble with it, claws tapping on the screen to switch from one camera to another. "No no no no, it's not even Friday!"

"Maybe it isn't that." A cold weight settles in Bolton's gut; he can never help but remember the excitement he'd felt those first few weeks, at least after Chitanda, when a dead Champion was more J's ticket home than a lost friend to him. He'd been willing to sacrifice them all. Now...he can't think of one it wouldn't hurt to lose. He wraps his arm around Jamie's shoulders, leaning his head against his lover's as well as he can with horns sprouting from his damn head. "Maybe one of them changed too. Some of them could've played D&D back home..."

Jamie's claw runs across the screen, and the view changes to Jane standing in the doorway of the art room, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares at the prone shape in the corner. Bolton's first thought is Xander, but it's larger than him. The clothes are unrecognizable, soaked through with something that looks black and putrid now, but part of what's rising from the mess looks like the long thin white of a wingbone. There are feathers scattered across the room, and smears of what could almost look like black paint, and pieces and scraps...

The screen's torn away as Jamie retches, stumbling on unfamiliar feet towards their bathroom. Bolton should follow, but his own claws are dug deep into the mattress, and his hands are shaking so that it's difficult to extricate himself right away.

It has been a long, long time since either of them played Dungeons and Dragons.

[(Anonymous)]

During the case 6 investigation, Xander finds Bolton's notes from when he was brainstorming potential motives. He turns out to have been running out of ideas.

[(Anonymous)]

Xander shook his head, moving through the pages of notes. Over a year in this wretched place. No wonder Bolton had rebelled... Xander himself would have if he could have. He had tried, not that it would matter. Unless that loophole of EP's coercion truly existed, his fate was sealed. Now he could only gain as much knowledge about this place as he could to share it before he went out to die.

Caught up in all that thought, he almost missed the slightly torn page near the back.

"Hm?"

"What is it, Mr. Xander?" Jane asked from across the room.

"Oh, it's... it's nothing," Xander said, skipping back to the page. "Just these notes." He frowned slightly more than usual at the heading.

MOTIVES???
fuck this place fuck EP i can't believe. okay.

THINGS THEY USED FOR US
-secrets. use this one as a last resort. not again
-threaten their worlds
-say bad things are already happening in their worlds (with most of these poor bastards it's true)
-regrets
-whatever that whole business with the antigravity room was about

Anti-gravity... ah, that strange room on the second floor. Xander pondered this for a moment, then after deciding that he probably did not want to know, moved on to the next list.

OTHER
-hostage (does this even count as separate from the one with threatening their worlds?)
-starvation (that cackling chicken nugget threatened it once)
-

That last dash had worn the paper thin, drawn over and over. Xander knew the tells.

"He could not think of more," he muttered to himself. "Not right away..."

-listening to bad accordion music nonstop
-clown room is everywhere
-turn the thermostat down
-everyone is stuck in one room

I love reading scary things, why is this so hard? If it weren't for Jamie...

...I'll get back to this later. Maybe they'll just kill each other anyway. I don't want to

"Mr. Xander?" Jane rushed to him and stopped short of grabbing his arm. "What's in there? Is it that horrible?"

Xander closed his eyes, breathed in, and nodded. "Only so much as he never wanted to be as cruel as he seemed to begin with. We got to know his true nature, and that..." He opened his eyes and looked at her, stern as he always appeared. "Gods willing, you will all survive to learn."

[(Anonymous)]

Chitanda and Natsuhi as murderers. The more unlikely they are to be able to kill the victim the better!

[(Anonymous)]

They almost didn't notice the bruise.

After all, everyone was so tired, after Ricky had run through the halls waking everybody up long before the morning announcement. She was stammering, in tears, and couldn't form words, only gesture the ones who'd cared to wake up towards the teleporter and into the anti-gravity room.

"She--" Ricky's voice cracked into a whimper. "She told me to come to the diner and I just kept waiting, and then I heard that whistle and..." She pointed at Kurumi's body in the middle of the floor, the gravity off, a knife sticking out of her chest. Jane attempted the Lifey Thing, but it wasn't any use, and the two of them collapsed around her body until the announcement went off and they had to move for the Doctor to inspect it.

The trial was a mess, but as much of a mess as any other. Kurumi had apparently been lured into the anti-gravity room, had the gravity turned on and then off to slam her onto the ground, and then been stabbed before she could get back up. Accusations were thrown -- it was Ricky and she forged that note from Kurumi (Xander checked, no, it was genuine), it was the Doctor because he knew how to work the machine (didn't everyone?), it was Lightning because she didn't sleep (Lightning just groaned and refused to be accused yet again, what was wrong with everyone). They even did hand and shoe checks just to make sure, and nothing.

"For all we know, it was your little flower friend!" Natsuhi snapped. Faces around the room paled and gasped.

"Goodwife Ushiromiya!" Thomasin said. Then a pause, and a weak continuation: "Surely you do not mean the birds in the greenhouse? None of them holdeth a knife such as that we've found on the body."

"Don't play dumb with me." Natsuhi marched over. "All of you have been skulking around and I only found out this week. Don't you know that nobody can be trusted in this place?"

"Natsuhi!" Xander called out.

She raised her hand. Thomasin's arms went up to defend herself, her hand grabbed Natsuhi's arm--

Natsuhi cried out and winced, far too pained to be a normal reaction to a small teenager catching her hand.

Jane's eyes zeroed in. She took a deep breath and trembled.

"Pull up your sleeve, Ms. Natsuhi."

Natsuhi threw a fit, of course, but they managed to get her to pull it up enough to show a bar-shaped bruise forming. The Doctor frowned, spinned his gunky screwdriver, and tapped it on his podium out of habit.

"Reminds me of the rungs on the walls in the antigrav room, that," he said. "You've never gotten the hang of that place, have you?"

Natsuhi seethed. She spun on her heel, pulling away from Thomasin.

"All of you with your codes and your messages and sharing every little thing about yourselves! None of you would last a day in my household, and you get on me for being unhelpful. That girl was skulking around! She was prowling for a victim, I'm sure of it!"

"So you killed her?" Lightning's gaze was as cold as the space outside the room. "You saw that she noticed you, and you used the gravity controls and your vacuum cleaner's knife to kill her, but you still couldn't get the hang of it and banged your arm on one of the rungs while she regained her senses enough to blow the whistle."

"You-- you'd be executing her if it weren't me!" Natsuhi stammered. "You know it! All of you are just pretending you have things like love and a hope of escape, like you're a family! Even if you were, you'd all still be betraying each other!"

Ricky sniffled. She looked up at the Overseers, where Jamie looked like he's puzzling over what Natsuhi just said and Bolton's face was as ashen and wide-eyed as the culprit's.

"Can you..." She swallowed hard. "Can you call the vote, please?"

The vote for Natsuhi is unanimous. Lightning leads the afterparty and asks Xander if he can check on Ricky. He misses his sisters, after all.

[(Anonymous)]

You know some of the crazy things people came up with in case 3? Make a murder where one of those is the weapon. Any victim/culprit combo is fine.

[(Anonymous)]

The plan was for a complicated machine. String, dodgeballs, the basketball net, a pot lid, all while he and McBurn threw fireballs at each other. At a crucial moment, one of the cords would be cut. Margulis had mapped it all out, made sure it was complicated enough that the other Champions would be caught up in the details and no one would see who had gotten the last hit.

The last thing he remembered was shock, his and his opponent's, as the dodgeballs hit him early--

--and then being dragged to his feet by his collar on what felt like sand.

"Are you awake?"

That was not McBurn. Margulis groaned and opened his eyes.

"Farron. I see that everything worked. I must apologize, but--"

Lightning cut him off by letting go of him with one hand and punching him as she dropped him completely with the other.

Margulis skidded down the beach. He grunted and got to his feet, then looked at her, touching his face where she'd hit him.

"I may have deserved that." He paused. "Where are the others?"

"Still alive, no thanks to you," Lightning said. "Your machine got a little too complicated, and I don't sleep at night. I noticed one of the strings in the hallway after I stumbled over it, and when they found the scene the next morning, I knew what had happened. I dragged out the trial long enough for them to figure out who was supposed to kill you, and when they cornered McBurn, then..." She glared. "Was it worth it?"

Margulis looked more pained from that than the hit.

"I was misguided into doing a great many things that I thought were for the greater good." He looked out at the fog. "And now, my world is in greater danger than I had thought."

Lightning put a hand on her hip and looked off.

"Join the club."

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Jamie was killed instead of Bolton.

BANNED

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BANNED

[(Anonymous)]

Jane/Togami fluff please.

[(Anonymous)]

"...You live in the suburbs."

"Why yes, Mister Togami, that's an astute observation."

The Champion Survivor sneers, crossing his arms at the humble American home in front of him. Some domicile for an Heiress indeed - no wonder Jane Crocker was such a pleb. "Enough with your sarcasm, it's unbecoming. Not that there's much hope for the likes of you." He expects her stuck-out tongue when she turns around to look at him, and lets himself smirk in return.

"Oh, hush up! You asked to see my house, so here it is!" She straightens up, clears her throat. "Now, should I offer you a tour and subject you to a simulated version of my Dad who will put you through simulated prankster heck, or would you like to pretend we're back on Earth for a little while longer?"

The memory of cans of Fanta exploding into his face makes Togami falter. He scoffs, turns away. "...It's not going to be very accurate. There's no one around."

Jane grins - she always knows when she's won something from him, how does she do that? - and he allows her to take his hand, guiding him to the tire swing that hangs from the leafless tree in the front yard. "Well, then, I shalln't tell the others if you decide to have a bit of fun, if that's what you're worried about." She chuckles when he makes a disgusted expression at the old swing. "Come on! Try it out!"

"I am not going to degrade myself by sitting on that...thing."

"Ugh, you fuddy-duddy." With practiced ease, Jane climbs on herself, letting her legs generate a slight momentum. "Did the mansions and castles of the magnificent Togami bloodline not allow for anything remotely like fun on the grounds? What a life to live - truly a tragedy!"

He doesn't say anything at that, though he does feel himself bristle slightly. Just the way Jane says things...always and without fail, it manages to get under his skin. And she never did let up, either, only when things were serious. It was one of the rare modicums of respect he could offer her, even if he'd never admit it. Togami raises a hand to her back, hesitates.

"All of my brothers and sisters and I, we had the very best in playground equipment installed on the grounds," he says, pushing Jane gently on the swing. She squeaks, looking at him with suddenly flushed cheeks. "Primitive things like this are more suited to your rung of society, not mine." He lets himself look smug as she scrambles to hold on a little tighter, and the urge to push her limits makes him push her harder when she swings back - not in a hurtful way, just. In a way. That means nothing. Yes, nothing. Nothing but retaliation for her own pushing.

"Mister Togami-"

"Well, Jane? You wanted me to have fun, right?" When the tire comes back his way, he pushes that instead, eliciting a peal of startled giggles from the girl. "Can you handle the best swing-pushing that my family's pedigree demands? Can you?"

As she swings back, her eyes sparkle, and her grin is devilish and sugar sweet all at once. "You awful sneak - try me, then!"

[(Anonymous)]

Christine Jr. comes to life and seems vengeance for her fallen sisters.

[(Anonymous)]

The motive that week was... well, nobody was really sure what it was. Bolton had made some show about bringing the Champions' fears to life, and Xander had mentioned something unsettling about seeing shadows in the corner of his vision, but mostly they'd just seen someone's bedsheets float around the cafeteria and a clown painting rigged in a jumpscare trap in the men's showers. Ricky hadn't seen that one, but the screams were actually kind of funny.

Then again, everyone else probably thought it was funny when she ran into the diner and ducked behind one of the tables.

"What on earth?" Rukia asked, getting up from her seat. "I mean... what in space, or anyway, what's going on?"

Ricky pointed.

In through the door drove a tiny, plastic, pedal-powered car with no one to operate it. It beeped and rolled forward ominously. Unbidden, the jukebox turned to old-time music.

Ricky gulped and got to her feet. "It's haunted, Rukia, it's gonna kill me and Kurumi for everything we did to it! You're a soul, can't you exorcise it?"

Christine Junior rolled up with an aura of death rumbling...

...and just bumped into Ricky's shin.

"Ow?"

The two girls boggled and looked at the floor. The car just kept pathetically bumping into her.

"If this is revenge, it's not very well-thought-out." Rukia grabbed the car and started to tug it into the other direction. "Come on, let's get rid of it."

Ricky shook the fear off herself and hesitated before helping push the car out.

"Worst motive ever."

[(Anonymous)]

Any ship. this post (https://68.media.tumblr.com/a1bf3be551663b857a2ac493842dc6e6/tumblr_onre6sBwwY1uh4cr1o1_540.png) as a prompt.

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In another universe, you killed me

The blow is swift, accurate. I never saw you coming, but in my last moments, I hear you scoff as you always have, and say, "I knew it. Not even good enough for a struggle."

In another universe, we were a tragic impossibility

I take you by the lapels of your jacket, white knuckled, eyes blurred with tears. The others have turned away, gritting their teeth. Faintly, I can hear Jamie snuffling into Bolton's shoulder as they look on. I don't care. "You didn't - not Kurumi, not - how could you? How could you?!"

"She was a danger to everyone on board-"

"SHE WAS MY FRIEND, YOU SANCTIMONIOUS FUCKLORD!"

And then I kiss you with tears and teeth because I'll never have that chance again, even though I hate hate hate you with a thousand spades dripping in the blackest night, I...

In another universe, I only keep your sheets warm

I'll be back in five minutes.

You didn't come back. You fell into a trap in the music room. Even now, I can't bring myself to stay in the same room as a piano anymore.

In another universe, I don't recognize you anymore

The Foundation wakes us up, removes the masks, helps us out of those dreadful pods. You stand silent, watching the proceedings, imposing. To me you're just another stranger.

In another universe, we never met

-Breaking news today, the smash hit drama Airlocked!, due to begin run on its second season, has been shut down on evidence provided by the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau that the participants had been kidnapped through the annals of time and space. The showrunners have been taken into custody and the three remaining Champions from season one have been rescued and are being taken in for intense psychotherapy before a planned return to Earth #10115698. The Champions anticipated for season 2 are still in stasis, and will be returned to their respective homes over the course of the next few weeks. Authorities surrounded the rooftop suite of the Space Wynn in the Vegas Quadrant and arrested Executive Producer-

In another universe, the two of us could have worked out

The pie makes a satisfying schlop sound as it hits you square in the face. I laugh and laugh, and you look at me like I've gone out of my mind. Maybe I have - but from how you kiss me once you slough the whipped cream off, you must have, too.

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Any ship, have them make use of their inappropriate regains. Be creative!

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"Are you sure about this?"

Ricky stood at the sink, rolling up the end of a condom over the end of the faucet. She looked to Kurumi for confirmation.

"Honestly? Not really." Kurumi loaded the water balloons she'd already made into the Christine Junior at the door. "But we keep getting these things, and they can hold a litre of water, so we should make use of them. I mean, in non-perverted ways! It might at least shut the Benefactors up."

Ricky bit her lip and ran the tap to fill up the condom with water. "It might work. So we go to the gym, get everyone in for a water balloon war, and then destroy this car for the fourth time since we've been here?"

"Right!" Kurumi paused. "Though, everyone's been avoiding the gym... We could, uh, just do it ourselves? I mean, the fight! Not, uh, actually, I'm not sure what I was going to say there. Let's just go, okay?"

Ricky stood there blinking for a second until she noticed the overfilled condom in the sink. "Gwah! It's about to--"

The repurposed prophylactic slipped off the tap on queue and burst like a fountain, water cascading all around the tiny bathroom. The most soaking wet Champions that Dreamwidth roleplay had to offer looked at each other like abandoned puppies.

"Later?"

"Later."

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Yurika gets a pair of shipping goggles as a regain.

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Yurika woke up Wednesday morning to a full dumbwaiter again. On its own, this was not an issue; everybody did that. She sifted through more water bottles and marital aids (maybe she'd ship them back with a complaint) when a pair of goggles tumbled out into her hands.

They were a little dated by her standards, but bright and... glittery, which was an odd thing to describe something you see out of. She turned them over to see the other side, hummed with a tilt of the head, and carefully put them on.

As soon as the goggles were over her eyes, they lit up with a red overlay. Curiously, she pressed a small button on the side, and words fell into her view.

SIGNAL -- 3:00 18M

"Hmm?" Yurika got up from her bed, not changing out of the Champion unitard, and started following the heat signal down the hallway.

Elsewhere, Margulis stood up from a media room couch with an embarrassed cough.

"Yes, well. I appreciate your discretion in bringing that to my attention."

McBurn stretched out his arms and yawned, half hanging back over the couch. "Heh, doesn't matter to me. Though you definitely went pretty hard in the gym the other day, so I thought I owed it to you."

Margulis smirked. "I was pleased with the results as well. Coming here this early in the morning was still a good plan, whether or not you care, considering that otherwise we would likely be walked in on--"

At that moment, they both turned around to see Yurika peering through the door with a ridiculous pair of glittery heat-vision goggles on.

"Oh-- uh, sorry!" She stepped back and flailed her arms. "I was just testing what these were used to track, now i know, it's very nice, I'm sorry to bother you, have fun with your romantic rendezvous!"

She took off running down the hall before either of them could react. McBurn snickered as Margulis gave a long-suffering groan.

"I do not want to know."

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Deadland runs a group therapy session for everyone to talk out their issues about killing and getting killed by their loved ones.

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The atmosphere in Hell, as its residents still refer to it, has been a lot calmer since things quit being quite so reminiscent of Silent Hill. So when Max calls a group meeting, most everyone is curious enough to show up. "It's possible he's learned something new about this place," Margulis comments as he enters the unfamiliar building alongside McBurn. "It makes sense to tell everyone at once..."

He trails off as they turn a corner and see the banner that's been hung up.

ART THERAPY

"ART THERAPY!" Max crows, flinging his arms up into the air. There's easels and paints set up around the large room, which looks like it may have been some kind of club at one point, more than enough for the number of people who actually showed up. It's a familiar setup to some of them. Where Jamie was barely holding it together, though, Max seems in high spirits. "Okay! So I don't know if you've noticed this, but everyone here is just so, so deeply fucked up. Definitely including me, not denying that. So we're having art therapy! Paint your feelings!"

Shadow immediately turns to storm for the door. "This is ridiculous."

"Nope! You're staying!" Max darts around to block the door. "Newsflash, dude, you've got a lot of issues, and it's ten miles to the nearest Hot Topic. Express yourself through art." He thrusts a paintbrush into the hedgehog's face. Despite currently being the tallest man in North America, Max is not physically intimidating in the least. His good friend Lightning, on the other hand, is incredibly scary. She's already moved to stare the others down, a paintbrush in one hand.

It isn't like they have much else to do anyway. So everyone settles down at their easel. Unlike the first party, Max doesn't seem interested in leading them anywhere specific. "Just paint whatever you feel like!" he says with a shrug, starting on his own project near the front of the room. "And then you'll feel better, and maybe we can chat or something. I'm like ninety-eight percent sure that's how art therapy works!"

"You don't even know?" Sadie frowns at him, and then around the room. "Wait, where's Bolton?"

"B's been excused." Max takes a long sip from a coffee mug sitting on the stool next to him.

"That seems like favoritism."

"Oh, it is!"

After a while, Max sets his paintbrush aside in his water cup (helpfully labeled NOT COFFEE) and rises to walk around the room. "Love the glowy thing, Lightning, that's some fun lighting. Shadow...uh, huh. She looks like a nice kid. Seth, I thought someone was gonna help you?"

The mask is sitting on a stool in front of an empty canvas. Someone was nice enough to prop him up against an empty cup, where he's been sitting for the past half-hour. "Apparently not."

"Hm. That's cool, dude, I got you." Max picks him up by the eyehole and dips him into the paint. Pink seems like it clashes with the mask pretty badly; what a good color choice. "Now, tell me how this makes you feel, and I'll try to paint it!"

(Several months later, after the crew of the Temerity finally puts together the funds and the fake identity necessary to buy a premium InterGal 7 membership, the Doctor watches this webisode and chokes on a Space Dorito.)

When they're finished, Max insists on hanging all the paintings outside the building. "You should be proud of your work! Look at all this honest expression of our innermost despair!"

Seth, paint-spattered, hangs half-out of his pant pocket. "I call mine Apocalypse in Pink."

"So, do we all feel better now?"

The dead stare up at the paintings for a moment.

"I feel better!" Ricky speaks up. Max beams and leans over to offer her a high-five. Seth clatters to the ground.

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Jane settles into her post as the Temerity's new communications officer. Learning alien languages from the Doctor in case they figure out how to remove the PIPs, getting accustomed to the radio, sending hate to SurvivHeir shippers in code, anything!

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There's a sigh, and an impatient tap of a pencil end against the table as a notebook of pigeon phrases sits half-completed in front of her. The Doctor meant well, Jane knew he did, but when you're trying to learn different languages with a device attached to your body that translates everything for you, it just makes more sense to wait until the thing's taken off before you start. Still, he insisted, and while Japanese or whatever the people of Nohr might speak seemed like a better option, to ensure that everyone would be able to communicate with each other, today's work was on pigeon.

"Oh, he must still be salty about the birds in the greenhouse," Jane says to herself, adjusting the headphones on her ears and reaching over to tune the radio. Every once in a while, when the channel she was on began to give her nothing but soft static, she'd change it to something else to see if there might be any gossip on the airways about the location of their "dead" companions. So far, they'd gotten some interesting leads from listening, but nothing direct or concrete. There's a whine, a flash of gibberish-

"-Stardate 8-5-7; we've made progress on our journey towards-"

"-Just add one perthon of butter, dearie, and your Space Peking Duck will turn out marvelously-"

"-That's the spirit, buddy, you'll be celebrating-"

"-Drabnar, I swear, if I have to listen to another of your creepy LifeWife rants, I'm gonna expunge my nutrition pellets out of my olfactory canals, I will be THAT pissed!"

Jane feels her blood run cold at the nickname. It was...one of the more common names for herself she'd heard flung around, and more often than not, it was accompanied by vehement wishes for her to step on various alien appendages and participate in various kinks that she can't even visualize properly. Her fingers pause on the dial and her brow furrows as she listens closer.

"Fakrenza, you just don't GET it! Ever since the post-season content got pulled from air, what else am I supposed to do? How will I ever find out what becomes of the funniest pitch romance this side of the sector? My feels are unending!"

"Your feels are opinions that are disgusting, dude. Get a real date and stop pining over a human! Isn't she technically underage for both you AND The Togami?"

"As if that means anything to true love, 'Renz! Eugh, why do I keep forgetting how conspiracy-theorist the MaidStrongs are? She's just an actress anyway, and the best one Airlocked! has ever picked up, you can't deny that!"

Ooh, so this is THAT kind of conversation. Jane grits her teeth and grabs the radio's microphone, hands shaking.

"Can you really deny how fishy things got at the end, Drab? The whole cast looked HORRIFIED when they landed at the Space Luxor and got mobbed by the paparazzi! And Jane wouldn't let any fan take a single Temerity shirt. What if there's actually something messed up going on with this show?"

"Hah, right, okay, and I'm Beforan Troll on my mother's side-"

Both aliens silenced themselves when a consistent tapping from Jane's pencil against the table rapped out in the middle of their conversation. Thankfully, before pigeon, the Doctor had taught her one language that was shockingly widespread, for being so old: Morse Code.

"Yo, what is that? Your mic acting up, 'Renz?"

"Uh, NO, this is a new mic. Why the hell would I be tapping on my own..."

"It's not stopping-"

"Shut up for a second, it's - it's a rhythm. No, it's...a code? Hold on, hold on, I have - I have a book here somewhere...dots and dashes..."

"It's just equipment acting up-"

"Shut UP, Drab! It says - it says...'get...some...better...taste...you...survivor...n-no, SurvivHeir...neck...beard'?"

"...What the hell, 'Renz, that's uncalled for! Fuck it, I'm out, talk to you later." There's a click, and a pause, before the alien smart enough to listen to her code breathes a sigh of relief.

"Hey, whoever's tapping things out? Thanks. That guy has never left me alone since university. Heh, you know, funny thing - he really DOES have a beard all over his neck. Lucky guess?"

"...You could call it that," Jane says, and she listens for a moment more as the alien on the other line gasps, stuttering, and catches this just before she switches the radio off for the day:

"We're behind you, Jane! You're MaidStrong - the Temerity will prevail!"

...Dammit, some of these fans really were cute.

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Someone getting accosted by their fans

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Of all the ideas the Doctor had, Xander thought that perhaps this one was the least thought out. Certainly, they were running short on clues for where their "dead" friends had been taken, and if anyone knew, it would be the creators, so when the narrator Kip (his "actor," as the announcement read, but, well) was scheduled to appear at a comic-and-television convention, they had to get some information there.

"Besides," the Doctor had said with a shrug and a fading accent, "we'll fit right in as cosplayers, won't we?"

Perhaps he'd been right, Xander thought, but he could have used to not be cornered by a couple of angry teenage girls.

"Ugh, why are so many people cosplaying that homewrecker?" One of them wore a season one Latte Art shirt and pointed at Xander with a glare. "Xander's overrated."

"E-excuse me?" He stepped back and looked down at her in dread. "Homewrecker?"

"Just because Stormy Knight is canon doesn't mean he didn't still sink our ship," the other one said, crossing her arms over a cosplay he didn't recognize. "There are, like, ten of him running around here. Like weeds."

Xander looked away, beginning to sweat. "You... I meant no..."

"You two again?"

His head shot back up. Xander looked past the girls harassing him to -- he had to double-take. It looked just like him, and even when he started to take in the differences (shorter, much thinner, pirate coat made out of cheaper materials), the person with a craft foam Siegfried and a bag from the dealers' room looked very convincing.

"I thought I told you," the other Xander said in what was unmistakably a woman's voice. The real one stared as she continued. "If you keep harassing people just because you're a couple of rabid shippers, I'm going to have to call security. People like you give Latte Art a bad name."

The teenagers looked at each other and huffed. "Fine, fine," one of them said, and they both stalked off muttering about diseases killing the fandom.

The real Xander sighed and looked nervously at his crossplaying saviour.

"You have my thanks," he began. "I did not wish to trouble them, but they would not stop."

The other Xander raised her eyebrows. "Impressive dedication. You even got the voice right. Anyway, no sweat. There are people like them in every fandom. Hey, were you coming to the Airlocked! meetup by the coffee stand? It's going to be pretty big, I hear at least twelve Lightnings are going to show."

The real one made an undignified noise and fidgeted with his cravat. "I... don't believe that would be wise."

The crossplayer shrugged and smiled. She dug into one of her pockets and offered him a card. "Here, for my friend's artist alley booth. I've been giving these out. If people like those two bother you again, just call con security, okay? I gotta go to the 'Cosplaying When You Don't Have Eight Limbs' panel."

Xander took the card with confusion and nodded a goodbye. He stared at the sample images for a while and then tucked it into his own pocket. Well... maybe a detour there couldn't hurt.

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Someone finds porn of themselves.

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When it's Natsuhi who storms into the control room, that's when everybody knows shit has hit the fan. Glasses haphazardly shoved up onto her head, eyes squinting in fury, she points a shaky finger at the infamous merchandise office.

"Burn it," she forces out, "burn everything in there. Now."

She doesn't elaborate, just continues to point into the office, so the Doctor and Xander take it upon themselves to check what was wrong. When they find the bottom contents of the box of "fanart contest" submissions strewn about, both men pale considerably and wad every single lewd drawing into a ball of garbage. When they get to the Vegas Quadrant, maybe they'd get a suite with a fireplace for the night. To see all this go up in smoke might be cathartic.

They both respectfully make a point to look Natsuhi in the eyes from then on.

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The benefactors start sending regains to the deadlands.

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"Free stuff!"

Max shouting anything with a megaphone probably meant something interesting was going on, but 'free stuff' was new. The not-quite-dead gathered on the beach at a series of piles with their odd friend laughing, arms out for nothing in particular.

"They've sent us, those guys have had too much fun laughing at us, they sent us dumbwaiter crap again." He laughed to himself in that way that seemed like he was going to call someone a centipede sympathizer again.

"Oh, thank fuck." Sadie pushed past some people and walked to the stack with her name on it. "Water, condoms, earmuffs. The podunk fog town lord is my saviour. Do they have some decent tunes in here?"

Toby dug a sparkly CD out of his own pile with disgust. "Depends on what you mean by decent."

Sadie walked over and plucked it out of his flippers. "Justin Bieber. I'll take it."

"I got fresh fruit," Lightning said, laying the basket down. "I know it's a difficult commodity, so one per person. This is a rule."

Margulis stared at his pile and facepalmed with both hands. "I'm not taking that."

"Why not?" McBurn gave an aggravating smirk and elbowed him in the side. "Ninety pounds of lube will be fun."

"We did not need to know that," Angelica said with no emotion at all.

As the others started bickering over the fruit and nut basket, Margulis wanted to sink into the ground.

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Mock trial alternate executions

warning for gore because it's an execution so

[have_a_heart]

The gathered Champions watched the tiny grey-haired girl step into the arena, some with stone faces and others quivering. She doesn't look afraid, except to the people who watched her over the weeks and knew which slight change of expression meant a frown, which millimeter move of the eyes meant she was terrified.

And then the legion of other Kanades stepped in, crackling with numbers like the projections they were, each summoning a blade below the wrist.

The Doctor had talked to her once after the first trial, when he got suspicious of her title and she'd told the culprit she would probably see her again. She'd said she'd had a bad heart condition, and one of the other girls said the strip search showed scars that matched that account. With that in mind, he frowned as she started to run like she'd never had trouble, dodging every blade and putting her arm up to block.

One of the copies slashed deep into her arm.

For the first time, they saw the real one gasp and her eyes widen like anyone else who'd forgotten in the heat of her own execution that she couldn't summon the same weapon her duplicates could anymore.

The other Kanades swarmed like the contents of a broken wasp's nest, and they couldn't see most of what happened. Just blood flying this way, shreds of fabric that way, and then finally the duplicates disappearing and leaving an unrecognizable mess on the ground.

What was worse was when the body started pulling itself back together.

C.E.C.E. had to send the poor girl out the airlock when her eyes hadn't even reformed all the way. Almost nobody was watching by that point, anyway, all either shuddering with their hands over their faces or glancing around to see if anyone else just saw that. Margulis's face said "not this again," the reason for which nobody was going to ask about.

At least five people went into office hours the next week to ask whether, if the Champion Angel(?) wasn't lying after all about being dead, she was still floating out there trying to reform again or was just going to respawn somewhere. Nobody could stomach actually asking.

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Remember how in the first week Xander and McBurn spoke of fighting the Overseers naked? AU where this happens. Feel free to have other warrior types join in on the nude brawl.

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Of all the things C.E.C.E. expected to be able to record and send to the producers on the first day, it took her a few seconds to process their new Overseers being chased down the hallway by chair-wielding naked men.

"Of all the ways to go," Bolton gasped, holding onto Jamie's hand as they raced to the first room they could duck into, "this couldn't be so bad, could it?"

"You," Jamie panted, "are kind of a pervert." He grinned and they scrambled through the library to the nearest study room.

The door locked quickly behind them and they pressed their backs up against it. Within seconds, they felt banging on the door and heard shouts. What kind of prince used that kind of language, and wasn't the other guy supposed to be lazy?

E.P. groaned and muttered something in an alien language when the footage came in. They'd need to add censor blurs to this one.