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.

 

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Xanlight formally adopt Jane.

[(Anonymous)]

Lightning glared at her partner, paperwork in hand. “Look, adoption doesn’t work here the same way as in Nohr. You can’t just snatch a kid off of the street and call it yours.”

Xander balked at that statement but didn’t argue. It was what his father had done to Corrin. That would be a losing fight if he chose to pursue it. Every world had their own rules, and this one was far more formal on the matter of adoption. Though it had taken months to somehow work the system in their favor, with some people in the new world having somehow retained their memories of Nova Chrysalia… well, Lightning was able to curry some favors having been the one to lead them to the new world and all.

It still didn’t make the matter easy. Neither Xander nor Jane were natives of this world. A few documents had to be arranged that would make it seem like they had always been there like everyone else. The marriage part was easy if very non-traditional. Lightning had insisted that they could do something bigger than just a courthouse wedding later on down the road. What mattered is that Lightning was insistent that they adopt Jane because that girl needed a more stable family than she had back home.

Even after the paperwork was all filed, the two of them still had to wait. Something about having to prove that Jane was indeed adoptable by their legal definitions. Making sure that these two would be fit to be parents of a girl who was two years shy of being an adult. So many hoops.

So when the day came that Jane Crocker, now Jane Farron, officially came home to them, Lightning seemed even more overjoyed than Xander did. It was quite some time before she was willing to let Jane go, which the young girl didn’t complain about. This was home and the start of a new life outside of that awful murdergame, outside of tragic stories of their pasts. The others could come and visit whenever they pleased. Their non-traditional by any means family wouldn’t have to be split up again.

Jane hiccupped as she wiped her eyes and looked up at Lightning. “Does this mean I can call you mom?”

“….” Lightning looked away with obvious embarrassment. “I’ll think about it.”

[(Anonymous)]

So how'd that Deadland Costco Run go?

[(Anonymous)]

The scavenging party stands in a semi-circle, looking at the thing sitting on the Costco greeter's podium. Margulis folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Is this a...friend of yours, Olguin?"

Max looks suspiciously at it, shifting his grip to hold Wilson closer. "Nooooo, I didn't do that. This is my first time coming out this way since the fog cleared. I'm not imaginary friends with Garfield the cat, how fucking crazy do you think I am?"

"It's just a stuffed cat. Who cares?" Lightning strides forward, plucks it from the podium, and tosses it on the floor. "So, what's so special about this place?"

"This is where you come to buy things in bulk for cheap," Bolton explains, stepping aside as Max passes him to fetch a cart. McBurn is standing next to Margulis near the cart return, where he's been bristling at Bolton the entire trip, a fact which Bolton has been blithely ignoring. "Of course, there's a trade-off - the 200 packages of coffee beans aren't going to be quality."

"But now they're free!" Max calls, balancing on the front of the cart to skate past towards the bakery. Wilson hangs out of the child seat, ears flapping. "C'mon, guys, let's load up!"

---

For the sake of time, and possibly the sake of keeping McBurn and Bolton apart, they split the party across the Costco. Margulis and McBurn go after the nonperishable necessaries - soap, cookware, tools - while the others choose to pick through the food for anything edible. "If Bolton were running this," Max tells Lightning, tearing open a package of very stale muffins, "this would be the part where some awful monster jumps out and kills us all. Oh, god, these are disgusting."

"There were three of us!" Bolton calls from behind the bakery counter. "Splitting the party would've been suicide with those numbers - they were talking about splitting up in the last session," he adds as an aside to Lightning. "And don't eat those, you know they've gone bad."

"The last one? Couldn't you get one of the others to fill in? I feel like someone would've - "

"No, M, we didn't ask. Why would we do that?"

There's an uncomfortable silence. Max turns away to look at another display, shoving an entire muffin in his mouth. "These have all obviously sat out too long," Lightning says after a moment. "Where do we find those Twinkies?"

"Oh shit, yeah!" Max brightens and takes the cart again, running a hand over Wilson's head before turning it down a different aisle. "That's probably with the shitty packaged snacks, right, B? I think they're this way."

---

Meanwhile, McBurn and Margulis have encountered the toiletries. "It may not affect our true physical forms," Margulis notes, loading a few multi-packs of toothbrushes into their cart, "but we should still tend to our hygiene as much as possible. It will do our mental states little good to simply let such things go."

"Yeah, yeah," McBurn replies, tossing a few bottles of scented body wash in and leaning against Margulis. "But I'm sure we can have more fun in that big tub than just bathing."

"Oh, yes?"

---

Lightning chews the Twinkie thoughtfully. "It isn't terrible. But it's nowhere near as good as anything Jane could make."

"Of course not," Bolton scoffs. "You won't find anything left in this store that's as good as she could make. This one time, she brought me - " He seems to take notice of the boxed cake mixes next to him for the first time, and backs away with a suspicious look at their labels.

Max tips several more Twinkies into the cart. "I don't know who that is, but homemade is always better. Doubt we'll ever have that again. Even with a dairy-free cake, you've gotta have eggs, so unless anybody knows where to find a bunch of chickens..."

"There are pigeons nesting in the rafters of this store." Lightning points up, to where there are definitely some feral pigeons. "What's wrong with those eggs?"

---

The camera briefly cuts to Margulis and McBurn making out next to a endcap full of PedEggs.

---

"M, if you break your neck, I'm going to kill you."

"It's fine." Max takes a second to adjust his footing, and then starts to ascend past the last rung of the ladder to balance on top. He's the tallest of the group by far, so it makes sense for him to be climbing, just as it makes sense for Lightning to hold the ladder. Bolton had passed it up to her on the top of one of the shelves, but only under protest.

"I won't let him fall," Lightning adds. "We're only trying to get eggs right now. Obviously if we want to do this long-term, we will need to set up a coop near the houses first."

"Okay, so, the nests look pretty empty right now? I don't know when pigeons lay their eggs. Can you even raise them for eggs like you do chickens?" Max reaches out to balance himself against a wall. There's a flash of movement along the rafter nearest him. "Hey, guys! I think there's - OH FUCK RACCOON!"

---

A sudden clatter and screaming distract Margulis and McBurn from their perusal of the condom selection.

"White sounds pretty upset about something." McBurn grins, and has to pick up his pace a little to keep up with Margulis. "Oh, come on, I bet they can handle it alone for a few minutes!"

---

Like what you see? Buy SPACE TWINKIES, now at -

The Doctor presses mute on the computer, and there's a few moments of quiet. "I can't believe they put ads in the middle of the webisodes," Yurika comments. "After we paid so much to get access in the first place!"

"I guess it might be expensive to keep such a big simulation running all the time. Do you think you wanna watch the rest of this, Jamie?"

Jane pats Jamie on the back. His face has not left his hands for several minutes. No one is entirely sure what emotion he's even experiencing. "Yeah," he replies, voice muffled. "Let's just get it over with. At least now we know why there's a Lego raccoon in the set."

[(Anonymous)]

Kurumi and Ricky actually do go on a "date" on the broken Ferris wheel.

[(Anonymous)]

Even if Angelica had long since calmed down, Kurumi and Ricky still felt the need to sneak out of their house now that they were back in Mason's Harbour. They climbed out the window at sunset while the others were distracted by whatever it was Seth was working on, and after Kurumi mentioned a conversation from too far away now, they made their way to the fairgrounds.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," Kurumi said, looking away with pink on her cheeks. Everything was broken, of course, and it wasn't like there was any electricity anyway, nor fair operators. "I just, you know, thought."

Ricky laughed a little and took her hand. "Maybe we can check it out!"

"Hey, don't laugh!" Kurumi blushed even more.

"Seriously," her girlfriend said. "If you want, we can see what needs fixing and maybe what Seth's building to get our fridge working can apply to this thing too. Or we can stay here and have fun anyway, right? ...I'm trying to be positive."

Kurumi turned to her girlfriend with a smile and fluffed her hair. Ricky pouted.

They made it up the weathered wood ramp that weaved towards the Ferris wheel, talking and enjoying the setting sun. The two of them were nearly at the top when they heard a creak and some rustling.

Immediately, they let go of each other. Kurumi pulled out the shovel strapped to her back, Ricky the gun at her side.

"Please don't let the centipedes be back," Kurumi muttered, gripping the handle.

"I'll take that over something worse." Ricky loaded Walmart bullets into the gun.

The two of them listened for the rustling and cautiously approached a low Ferris wheel cab that was swaying with what might have been mumbles and movement inside. Ricky trained her gun on the door hinges. Kurumi walked carefully up with her shovel and raised it to the base of the wheel. If there was a monster, it'd come out with the sound; one, two...

BANG!

"Whoa!"

"What the--"

The door of the Ferris wheel cab burst open at the noise and its two occupants cried out in surprise. Angel and Rhys, only half wearing their Paradise Island tourist clothes, tumbled out of the cab and down onto the ramp. They looked around in a panic and set their eyes on the other couple that looked ready to kill something.

Kurumi stared blankly. Ricky lowered her gun and looked anywhere but at the two of them scrambling to cover up.

"This is stupid."

[(Anonymous)]

Jane and Jamie, adoptive brother and sister fluff funtimes and possibly hurt/comfort?

[(Anonymous)]

The day in the Vegas Quadrant had been so exhausting, and the prospect of real beds still so inviting even after their first day or two in this hotel, that everyone had just flopped into their assigned bed and/or couch late at night. When Jane got up in the middle of the night for water, then, she didn't expect to see Jamie sitting at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the fountain of the hotel next door.

"Jamie?"

He nearly jumped, put a hand to his chest, and breathed hard before looking back. "Oh, it's-- it's just you. Sorry, Jane."

"No, I should be sorry!" She set her glass down and floated carefully over to him so as not to wake up the people on the couch. "Though, um... Pardon my intrusion, but can I ask you something?"

"As long as it's not 'can you go on a beer run for me because I'm sixteen and don't have a real ID, much less a fake one,'" Jamie said. "Sure, what's up?"

Jane bit her lip and stared up out the window.

"Did you ever think space would be like this? It's all vast and unfathomable and, goodness me, kind of terrifying, but at the same time, the places and people are still so much like home where it counts."

Jamie didn't answer for a while. He nodded into their reflection in the glass, reached over, and fluffed her hair.

Jane laughed a little. "Hoo hoo. ...You can't sleep either, can you?"

Sigh. "Not for a long time, Jane."

She paused. "A lot of things here are open all night, you know! Maybe we could get some more of those chocolate-covered cerulegreen mints shaped like alien poker chips, the ones they sell at the pharmacy down the street, so we'll have enough for the road?"

Jamie thought about it. He hugged her with one arm to his side and grinned.

"Hey, maybe we'll find Xander passed out in a bush again." He got up to his feet and offered a hand. "Let's go."

She nearly glowed as she got up. "Sure!"

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by that plurk about the best episode of Voltron: The crew goes to the mall.

[(Anonymous)]

"Are you done yet? I'm starting to worry!"

"Worry not." With a flush, Thomasin walked out of the stall and started washing her hands in the cracked sink. She nodded to Jane, who was leaning against the wall. "I was simply interested by the words."

"The words?" Jane looked around the dingy department store washroom, which, with its flickering lights, mildew, and cracked orange tile, hadn't been updated since the 6740's. She clapped her hands. "Hoo hoo! You mean the restroom graffiti! Oh, yes, people always seem to have a good time defacing the facilities! Of course, it's frowned upon, but it's usually quite harmless. The stall I was in had a few so-and-so-plus-so-and-so hearts! ...At least I think that's what they are, the shape was a little odd, but perhaps that's because alien hearts would be different."

Thomasin pulled her hands out of the water and looked at Jane. "Mine had inscripted on the door a twenty-line poem describing in detail the vulgar acts the stall's then-occupant would like to perform on or with space television actor Mirak la Tsimh. And five telephone numbers."

"Oh!" Jane laughed nervously. "Yes, well, sometimes we don't get very clean ones..."

Thomasin was already taking a hand towel and going into the next stall over. "And this one is talking about a space senator. Are political opinions common?"

"Just about everything is," Jane said. She paused and followed Thomasin into the open stall, then pulled out a pen from her skirt pocket.

"Pray tell, what aimest thou to inscribe?" Thomasin asked.

Jane simply scribbled QUESTION IG7 above the toilet paper dispenser.

"That'll show someone," she said. "Come on, I think Miss Natsuhi might finally be done arguing with Togami about wasting all our credits. As much as I like to dunk on him, it's been ruining this entire mall trip."

[(Anonymous)]

Natsuhi finds an excuse to buy a new robot vacuum because she misses her virtual vacuum friend.

[(Anonymous)]

Actually, do let's see Jamie trying to use the holodeck to recreate the dead.

[(Anonymous)]

Jamie sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead on the podium. Around him, the arguing continues. This trial is going nowhere good.

But he needs to do something. He knows he needs to do something. "Guys," he says quietly, lifting his head. Too quiet; no one can hear. Once, Max would've been beside him, close enough to notice and call for attention, but all that's there now is a portrait faintly glowing red. He clears his throat and tries again. "Guys, stop it, just listen."

Behind him, the door hisses open. The others don't react to the noise, nor to the approaching footsteps. "J." Bolton wraps his arms around him, hugging him from behind. "What are you doing?"

"I just - " His chest is tight, and he reaches up to close his hands over Bolton's. "I just keep thinking about what I could've done different. Maybe there was something I could've said, and they wouldn't have - "

"It wasn't your fault, Jamie. You can't torture yourself like this." He feels Bolton let out a sigh, then nuzzle into his neck. "Come back to our room?"

The others have all gone quiet without his input, watching them. The other Bolton is still there too, staring expressionless from across the courtroom. Its eyes are blue and empty, and Jamie suppresses a flinch, leaning into the flesh-and-blood man holding him.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

---

" - so instead of just waking me up, he went and gave them a motive himself! And it was the one about everyone's homes getting destroyed!"

"I remember that one."

"I know! It was bad enough the first time!" Jamie sits down heavily, leaning back against the wall. "I did the painting party anyway, and I told them his thing was off, but I don't know if they all believed me. What if someone else gets killed over it? What am I going to do?"

He's nearly in tears again, for the third stupid time today, and he leans in as Max sits next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders. It feels real. His voice sounds real - it's always the words themselves that ruin it. "Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay. Things'll get better, we're still going to get out of here."

Jamie sniffs, running his sleeve across his eyes. "No, we're not, that's not even what I was talking about. It's them - it's Bolton. I feel like I'm losing him too, and I don't understand why."

"You and Bolton?" He doesn't have to look at the thing's face to tell it's having trouble. He and B had never fought this badly when the real Max was still alive; it's got even less data than normal to draw on. What would M have actually said about this? "You'll be fine," is what it settles on, squeezing his shoulder and ruffling his hair. "You think I'll let anything happen to you two?"

It's something Max might have told him once, ironic as that is to remember. But it doesn't make any sense here and now. "...can - " He pulls away, turning to look Max in the eyes. He looks back, with nothing at all behind his gaze. "Can you even really understand what I'm saying? I just - I just want to talk to M, but you're all I've got - do you even get any of this?"

The hologram smiles and reaches out to pull him into a hug. "This week's gonna be better, I promise. C'mere, J."

"No!" He shoves it away, stumbling to his feet. It stays sitting where it is, its smile fading as whatever program runs it searches for a response. "Go away," Jamie snaps, or pleads, cutting off whatever it might say next. "Stop - computer, stop."

The image goes still, then flickers and dies. Jamie stands alone in the dark holodeck, wrapping his arms around himself and trying not to sob aloud.

---

He shouldn't do this. He should not do this. It's literally never helped anything before, why would it now?

"Give me Bolton."

The hologram pops into being. It's perfect - just as he remembers his boyfriend, the last time he saw him. But it's wrong. There's no love in its eyes; it just stares at him, empty, like a stuffed deer mounted on a wall. Jamie can't meet its gaze. "B."

"Hey, J." He can see it smile from the corner of his eye, but he can't hear it in its voice. A lump catches in his throat, and all he wants to do is cling to it and cry, but this thing isn't Bolton. It's a cheap imitation, a counterfeit in a pretty frame, and it's the closest he'll ever get to seeing Bolton again. Nausea wells up alongside tears, and he presses a shaking hand over his mouth. It's getting hard to breathe. If this thing tries to help him through a panic attack, he'll die.

There's a light touch on his shoulder, and he nearly jumps out of his skin, trying to jerk away from it and the hologram at the same time. But it's only Jane, and she looks horrified as she draws back. "I'm sorry! I said your name, but you - uh, I don't think you were listening."

Was he not? He can believe it. "It's - it's okay." He casts a sidelong glance at the hologram, who's listening to them talk, and then tries hard to ignore it. His face burns with having been caught at this, even though he's sure some of the others have done this too. "What's up?"

"I just - we're going to have a group dinner, and I wanted to make sure you knew. So you can come, if you want! And, um." Jane's avoided looking at Bolton the whole time, but it seems to get more pointed. There's tears in her eyes too, he realizes. "I was gonna make something, so if you want you can come do it with me? I'll show you how to make that carrot cake from before, or whatever you want!"

The words come out in a torrent. Bolton's still quiet, without direction. Jamie clenches his fists and tries to steady his own breathing. "That...sounds really nice, Jane. Thanks."

If he can't smile right now, at least she can do it for him. "Great!"

They stand there for a moment. Jamie knows what he should say, but the words won't form. Jane is the one who takes the plunge. "Holodeck, please power down." She reaches out and takes his hand as the hologram fizzles away, gently uncurling his fingers so she can link them with hers. "Come on, let's go see the others."

[(Anonymous)]

The Doctor goes behind Jane's back to fight her enemies from home anyway.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, we all know that all the parallels and connections between Airlocked R1 and Trustfell R4 were just elaborate coincidence. But what if they weren't?

(i just want to see ep dealing with bad end au murder mastermind kirei kotomine, don't look at me)

[(Anonymous)]

The Executive Producer shuddered, hovering over the phone. Dealing with that corporation was hard back when they were normal, what with all the cross-world communication, but after a few of their games had gone wrong, the ones being run now were barely related to the initial program. Of course, Airlocked! would never have that problem. It was universes away, and the audience was less sadistic, convinced that none of it was real. And the final trial system? No way would they run something that way. But in the city they'd first tested their dimension system on, and in the many places set up in different worlds like it, things had gone... a little differently.

They missed Hilda. Her dry wit was entertaining, even as she made it clear who she was judging (everyone) and how (usually badly). Unfortunately, they'd heard a few months before season one aired, Hilda had been executed, and her survivors... had they won? Apparently, but the next thing E.P. knew, there was only one survivor there, and he'd run his own game. His own short, failed game, quickly followed up by one his own winners ran. Nice list of what not to do while running a murder simulator, they thought. But now Hilda's notes had been taken to another world (and her body, though who knew what the new mastermind was going to do with that, was he into taxidermy?) and there was someone new to deal with. They'd received a letter noting that the new one had a few too many bodies for his experiment, at least four worlds where he went for one person and ended up with two, and maybe E.P. could talk him into giving some of the extra players over.

Of course, they could deal with anybody. Use exact phrasing, lures and threats in tandem, and once someone knew they'd made a mistake, remind them they were in too deep. It had worked with enough players and any InterGal 7 employee with a high enough security clearance to know that this wasn't just a show. The murdergame industry was so fascinating, but oh, as easy to play as ever. But this man...

On second thought, they thought to themselves, let's let Rindekx from marketing deal with it.

[(Anonymous)]

AU where, instead of Christine, Kurumi and Ricky associate the tiny car with Herbie the Love Bug, and this drastically alters the course of the round.

[(Anonymous)]

Crossovers with any other murdergame. Survivors, deadland, a mix of both, anyone.

[(Anonymous)]

The dead actors hauled their collaborative canvas to the lobby and set it against the wall. The small group stepped back and looked it over.

"This oughta get their attention," Judas said with a glance to the ceiling. "We put enough effort into it."

"Some of us more than others," Natalie muttered.

"Hey!" Hime waved her arms. "I told you, mine was abstract art! It's deep!"

"It's a bunch of fucking pastel blobs, what's so deep about--"

"My, my." D-ne rested a hand on the side of her face. "Do you hear that?"

They went silent. Something was rustling up above them.

Astarte tilted her head towards Judas. "Do you have a friend up here we haven't met?"

He rolled his eyes. "Your weird logic makes as much sense as anything in this place, but no. Nothin' but me. Even she never came and taunted me here."

"Shut up!" Natalie pointed at the ceiling panels. "I think I hear speaking up there."

The dead held their breath to listen. It was faint, but there.

"...isn't that bad once you get to..."

"...you kidding, we had to sneak... opera house and hide in the ceiling!"

Javert frowned in a way that suggested that, this time, it wasn't just his face. He dragged a chair over, listened hard, and shifted one of the foam panels over with his hand just as another hand was about to fall on it.

A girl with long purple pigtails tumbled out of the ceiling and, if not for an old man swooping in to catch her, would have fallen to the floor.

"Whoa!" She flailed and pulled back, trying to escape. "What's going on? Who are these guys? Help!"

Valjean calmly set her down, where she promptly scrambled to flatten herself against the box office door. He looked at his worldmate with a frown.

"Was that entirely necessary, Inspector?"

"That," Javert said, "was an intruder. Mademoiselle, you will explain how you came to be here!"

Eliza stepped between them and put her hands out on either side. "Inspector Javert, really, think of where we are. The poor girl has probably suffered the same fate we have."

Cornered by kind hearts, Javert coughed and stepped down from the chair. "Very well, but I maintain my suspicions."

Eliza turned her attention to the new girl and approached her like she would a lost cat. "I'm sorry for the trouble, miss. We simply want to know how you got here, as we haven't found a way out and we're worried that--"

"That I'm dead, right?" The girl laughed bitterly, shaking. "Yeah. Sort of. I'm Kurumi. Are you the ones from the last show those sick bastards did? With Max and the d--"

Judas spun around to glare at her. "You know that pile of sludge?"

Kurumi gulped and stood up. "Um, maybe? Weird hair, talks to a toy dog, paints people's pictures everywhere?"

Judas ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Okay, wrong Max. We're good."

A blonde girl poked her head through the hole in the ceiling. "Uh... Kurumi? All these people couldn't have been here before the fog lifted, right? Did they come with the opera house?"

"Another new person!" Hime instinctively hid behind D-ne.

Kurumi sighed and made herself walk back to the group. "I don't know what their deal is, Ricky. All I know is that we're probably gonna have to tell the group about this, and that means one less place to ditch the chaperone."

"Ah, young love," D-ne said, giving what was either her usual fake smile or part of a real one, no one could quite tell yet. "Even if we've all been killed, I'm glad that still endures sometimes!"

At that, Ricky slipped and fell out of the ceiling.

[(Anonymous)]

While the deadlands crew is out looking for stuff to scavenge, they happen upon a shop with adult merchandise.

[(Anonymous)]

The worst part wasn't that Chitanda of all people was the one who found the store.

The worst part wasn't McBurn repeatedly throwing things directly at an increasingly flustered Margulis's face.

The worst part wasn't the Griffin cluelessly assuming, based on what he could identify, that this was a manufacturer of equipment for restraining prisoners, and then asking what role these long, rubbery items played in that activity.

The worst part wasn't when Ricky, who'd sneaked in while the more adult adults' attention was occupied, suddenly shouted "Dark Hunters!" as if belatedly getting a joke, and had to be carried out in mid-laughing fit.

No, the worst part was when, hours later, Angelica realized Seth had been oddly quiet, and subsequently discovered that she was actually carrying a fancy blindfold.

[(Anonymous)]

"The clown room is everywhere" is used as a real motive.

[(Anonymous)]

Since Jess got enough of us playing FEF, write that Fire Emblem AU.

[(Anonymous)]

The night sky was cloudy over the mountain, not that they would have had much light anyway with the sliver the moon was. The small group of Rosellan soldiers (ever smaller, they thought sadly, as their numbers kept shrinking when they saw battle) huddled up in a cave around a fire.

"What are we going to do?" Jane shuddered under her blanket.

"Don't tell me you've given up now." Lightning looked over from cautiously petting her horse. She'd just recently reclassed to Great Knight, and she still wasn't used to being responsible for another being. Anyone who said she already was and pointed to the group was getting smacked upside the head. She was no leader, she'd said that herself and stepped back to let Yurika do her job as army general instead of listen to the kidnapped Prince of Rosella's fiancée.

"Oh, oh, no, Miss Lightning!" Jane sat up and straightened out her Maid dress. "I know we've got to save Mister Xander, we've just got to! But ever since that last battle, and how I couldn't even..."

"Hey." Ricky nudged her in the side. "You saved me. Even if that staff to bring people back was one-use."

Yurika sat on Jane's other side and smiled. "Don't worry! I know things have been bad, but our tactics have won us some battles lately. And look, we're only a few days' march from Lokapala. Once we get there, we'll make sure to save him and show them all not to mess with Rosella!"

"She's got a point," the Doctor said. "You've been fantastic, Jane, and don't tell me you haven't. You bail us out when we need it." He dusted his hands off from repairing his axe in the corner while Thomasin and Togami negotiated whether the former really needed those wind tomes if she already had all the dark ones.

Jane wiped her eyes on her sleeve and hiccuped. "You're right. You're right."

-

Ardyn, King of Lokapala and general sufferer of bad moods, rested on his chair at the end of the table and ran a hand slowly over his face.

"Are we certain?"

Yuuri spread her scroll out in front of her. "Absolutely. Our spies saw their tracks, they're a few days out."

"I don't get it." Junpei tapped the fingers of his cursed arm on the table. "We've sent messages saying we're not behind their prince's disappearance, and we saw Rosellan bandits raiding the border towns with our own eyes. Why are they attacking us?"

"Because they're lying. Their people always lie." Heart gripped his Dragonstone until his knuckles paled.

"So what're we waitin' for!?" Nishitani slammed his hands on the table. "I say we ride out right now to meet 'em at the pass and fuck 'em up!"

"Patience, Nishitani," Ardyn said, measured as always. "We'll have to formulate a plan. Make absolutely sure that this does not go wrong."

"You can count on us." Church blew a kiss across the room that Ardyn steadfastly ignored.

"Yes, well."

-

Xander didn't know where he was. It was dark, cold, and the only thing he could see was the night sky far out above. But it looked wrong; it never changed, the stars never moved, and the moon never appeared. No clouds, and even though it seemed as if it had been eons, no sun.

Sometimes he heard voices from another room, passing through wherever he was chained up as if the owners never cared who heard. It wasn't as if he could do anything about it. He'd tried too many times.

"Things are going reasonably well," the smug, disembodied voice would say. "Of course, you can't rest on your laurels just kidnapping a prince. I'll need you to slip them some information, lead them to an ambush. Unless, of course, you don't want your lover to stay safe?"

"Bastard," the other voice spat, the one Xander vaguely remembered hearing in his sleep before he woke up in this nebulous prison. At first he'd hated the man on principle, whatever his name was, but this one... He couldn't blame him, after thought. Gods knew he'd do the same for Light. Light, was she even going to make it there?

The other man under his captor was easier to hate, but pitiable in his own way. Xander would hear him enter the room they must meet in with a cheery "Helloooo!" and get right to chatting about things that didn't matter.

"Sooo," he would say, "about that tiny little thing you promised me?"

"Oh, your promotion," the smug voice replied. "You'll get it in time. Just prove yourself. I've got materials for you. Dress your troops up like Rosellan soldiers to raid a bandit camp in this town. Their people need help after their prince suddenly went missing."

"Right, right, Prince Andrew or what's-his-nuts. Thank you!" The man paused. "Wait, isn't that a Lokapalan border town?"

"Never you mind. That town's been abandoned for years. Only criminals live there now, so you're free to loot the place as you like," they said. "Go on, and we'll see about your promotion."

"Oh, uh, right! You can count on me. Bye-bye!" Even bounding out the door and shutting it behind him sounded enthusiastic.

The other voice muttered, "Yes, that one. Effective, but with the brains of a jar of bees." Xander had to stifle a laugh.

There wasn't much to laugh about. He stared up out of his prison at the space that never looked real. Who were these people, talking about a dragon no one had worshipped in a hundred years and trying to stoke a war between the two countries? Would his friends even find him if they thought he was in Lokapala?

Would somebody come?

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Before moving on to deadland, the victims have to watch their own trials.

[(Anonymous)]

Chitanda is shaking too hard at first, curled into herself and rubbing her leg, to pay enough attention at first. It doesn't last. The Champion of Curiosity raises her head to listen and look like she always does. They have the solution right away, but start to doubt themselves and argue when the accusation doesn't give them a confession. Chitanda shivers when Jane breaks down, sniffles when Kurumi screams and has to be kept from lashing out, and when Toby's given up, she collapses against her podium.

She may not have the hate that Xander tells Jane to call upon, but she still glares a little at Sadie's comment about her legs.

-

Angelica doesn't understand why Ricky is so sure. She's glad, of course, as much as someone who's been turned into a muted "doll" can be, since she didn't write that note. But she's rarely been kind to anybody in here. Why would someone... Ricky is good. She'd better not end up where Angelica is going.

She rolls her eyes through the entire hand check, remembering the stupid gorilla suit. When Jane points it out and corners Seth, Angelica is clapping, even with her usual serious expression.

...The mask part is just weird.

-

Margulis should be glad that the trial is taking so long. If people are steeling themselves to face the possibility of their loved ones having killed him, the pain of betrayal will shake their trust enough to vote wrong. He'd intended Togami as the scapegoat, but strategically speaking, Farron is as good as any; he's already condemned the whole lot.

So he tells himself, trying not to emote. It's for his world. It's to make up for billions of lives. It's for the common good.

He's slightly relieved when McBurn slips. Oh, he's still going to punch him for getting caught, and getting riled up enough that he transforms (Misumaru, why are you standing up to him without moving, you're going to get yourself killed) was not in the plan, but... He won't think about it. Maybe they'll fix things from there.

-

Shadow tries not to pay attention. He's already failed. Or succeeded, maybe; somebody killed somebody, so their worlds are safe. He doesn't deserve to listen to Thomasin mourning someone who would have betrayed the rest of them, anyway. He wishes he could really move around in here, and just... he doesn't know, pants the Overseers or something. Why is that his first thought? Pantsing? No, no, something cool and impressive that a ghost would do.

Chlorine checks, glitter checks, shoe checks. This is stupid. It's even more stupid that they work. He pauses and starts to watch. Shouldn't Rukia be denying it more fervently? Shouldn't she be afraid to die? This wasn't even really her fault!

...tch. He asked for this.

-

Ricky and Kurumi stand at their podiums. If an invisible force weren't already keeping them in their spots, they still wouldn't be able to make themselves move.

"...Is that why?" Ricky's voice cracks, her throat sore. "You picked me because it would be nicer than the airlock?"

Kurumi can't look at Ricky, and she can't look at the lemon check, either. She's not sure where she's supposed to be looking at all.

"I tried to chicken out," she says. "Find someone else, so you, you wouldn't have to die. You'd just convict me, or I'd take care of it myself. But no one showed up until Light...ning..."

They watch the others try to work up the nerve to accuse Lightning, everyone remembering the last time they were wrong. Kurumi gulps.

"I told her she didn't have to, I told her, she said she had to save me, she tried to save you-- I'm so sorry!"

Ricky tries to step forward. It's the force field. She reaches as far as it will let her.

"I was trying to make myself... It's nothing. The needs of the many, huh?"

Kurumi wipes her eyes. "It's stupid."

-

Of course Bolton watches, even if he's at his old podium. Seeing Jamie break in here, like that year alone but without being able to reach and hold and tell him they'll find a way out, stabs at him worse than the real blade ever did. Everyone denying the evidence in front of them-- he can't say he hasn't done his share of that, either. Easier to blame something you've only ever seen do you harm. He wonders if C.E.C.E. takes offence. If he's not the hate sink there to be E.P.'s public face, maybe someone has to be.

Maybe not.

Xander confesses, and they break, but not fully. They all stand with him, try everything they can. So no one else has to die... he wishes he'd done something. Been able to do something. They know he did now, but it still doesn't feel like enough. When Jamie whispers and punches Xander, Bolton can't help but chuckle.

"I love you, Jamie. I'll see you again someday, but I'm glad it's not today."

He shakes his head, laughing, as he fades from the podium while Xander is carrying an unconscious Jamie to the teleporter.

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SHIP FIC GIVE ME SWEET SWEET SHIP FIC I don't care what kind there's not enough of it in here

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Kurumi poked her head out from behind a fence. "Do you think we lost her?"

"Maybe," Ricky said, more interested in picking every orange she could from the low branches of an abandoned house's tree. "Angelica's not that bad once you get to know her, you know! She's just. Really serious, and... doesn't like a lot of things! Like, uh, fun, sometimes, or people who... most people, actually..."

Kurumi raked her fingers through her own hair with a groan. "She doesn't have to turn our dates into games of hide-and-go-seek. --If you're going to make a joke about how zombie tag might be a better comparison, don't, okay?"

"I wasn't going to!" Ricky flailed and dropped a few oranges on the ground.

Kurumi shook her head and went to pick them up. "I sure hope not. Do you have to pick up everything you find?"

Ricky turned pink and looked away. "You never know when you're going to need something!"

Kurumi hesitated. She took a deep breath, quickly bent down to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek, and turned away to hide her red face.

"C'mon, let's at least find a bucket or box to put them in."

Whether the stars in Ricky's eyes when Kurumi spared a half-second glance were from the kiss or from having her hoarding impulse reinforced, Kurumi wasn't sure. She'd have to ask Lightning later.

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What if eating Yurika's cooking in Week 6 made Xander too sick to do anything?

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Xander was more than used to pulling all-nighters, even for consecutive days. That was what military duty did. So he was toughing it out, there with only a Puritan, an Overseer, and a PIP connection to a blackmailer for company, and trying to fight off the queasiness he felt.

That grey lump on a plate from the other day had to be to blame. Yurika tried, she really did, but maybe Xander shouldn't have accepted. He had needed to eat something, but it went down like toxic ash, and ever since then, Xander couldn't stomach anything else anyway. The snacks laid uneaten on the table and his head pounded. The PIP even had to shock him awake just before he received that message.

Kill Mr. White and end the lockdown? With his protests shut down, he had to try. Xander forced himself to his feet and carefully plodded to the teleporter.

An hour of pure willpower later, Xander staggered into the doorway of the dance studio. Bolton took a deep breath.

"So they had one after--"

He saw the other man falter and spun around only to watch Xander crash to the floor.

"...holy shit."

Self-preservation out the airlock with everything else, Bolton speed-walked and knelt by the prone Xander and checked him over. There was the message, right there on the PIP in that familiar smug tone that made Bolton's blood chill. He tabbed away from the mole message and turned Xander's PIP to the health monitor app. That done, he took a deep breath.

"Jane! Togami! I know you're having fun booby-trapping everything, but come here!"

The two of them were there as quickly as they could drag themselves in. Jane immediately knelt by Xander's other side, while Togami crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"What is he doing here?" Togami's glasses glinted.

"Gosh, I don't know, but I feel like that awful AI must have set a trap!" Jane wrung her hands and bit her lower lip.

"It's not her," Bolton said. "Either way, PIP says it's sleep deprivation and food poisoning. We need to get him some rest. One of you, get some ginger ale from the bar. Someone watch Xander." He slipped the skate blade out of Xander's hand before the other two could notice and looked around for the nearest trash can.

The PIP shocked Xander again. He groaned to life with the sounds of Togami taking over delegation and Jane snapping back at him.

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It's a murdercan institution: the Pokémon AU!

[(Anonymous)]

That vote is...

Incorrect.

Congratulations, Ultimate Paladin. Please wait, while I commence the appropriate punishment.

The forcefield raises around Xander's podium. He presses close to Jamie, pinning the smaller man tight, leaving the rest of them vulnerable.

The black void begins to open up beneath them again, a yawning darkness overtaking the clear glass floor. Thomasin can feel the pull of it start to whip at her skirts, and she clutches Mercy's Apricorn Ball, looking in vain for a safe place to throw her to. None of them have ever known just where the void leads to - it looks like a ghost's attack, or perhaps a dark-type, but it's like nothing any of them have ever seen before. All that's really clear is that no one has ever come back from it. She expects no one ever will.

There's a flash in Jamie's hand. A Pokeball - a third, for his regular two still hang at his belt. He only has a party of two, or so he said. But in a flash of light, an Espeon appears, and it looks to Jamie without casting more than a glance down at the void. "Hold them!" he screams, and it turns to face the others, eyes and jewel glowing like a setting sun.

Physical force has never been enough to defeat the void. Other Pokemon have tried, before culprits learned not to carry their team into the courtroom. But with a steady place to stand, the Espeon washes them in its power, and the Champions float for several agonizing moments before being carefully lowered to the floor.

Alive.

The Espeon darts out suddenly, biting Xander's ankle. Then, before he can even step away, it shuts its eyes and sags against Jamie.

---

Later, when they're all huddled together amid piles of blankets on the cafeteria floor, Thomasin approaches Jamie during one of his moments of wakefulness. There's a full six Pokemon curled up around him now - his Audino holding Bolton's Zigzagoon to her chest, his Smeargle pressed up against another who could nearly be its twin, the Espeon and Bolton's Ursaring watching over the room.

"Jamie?" She keeps her hands loose against her skirt as the two strange Pokemon eye her. Mercy clicks her beak at them, the shock of white feathers at her breast puffing up. "Would...wouldst thou like anything?" That isn't what she came to ask, but she is not so cold as to plunge straight to the heart of it.

He smiles up at her as if he understands; it's wan, but of course it is. "No thanks, Thomasin. We're all...just tired. Sit down if you want." The unknown Smeargle has already lost interest, and the Espeon looks to the others for confirmation before laying its head back down. "This is Orozco, and Rosa." The second Smeargle lifts a paw lazily, and the Espeon cracks an eye open as he lays a hand along her back.

Ah yes. That was what she wanted. Thomasin folds her legs beneath herself, settling into the blankets alongside Mercy. "You have not brought them out before. We all thought you had but two."

"No, no..." His smile fades. "I mean, yeah. They're not really mine. No one ever brought more than two in our experiment, either."

And there is a full team of them now. Thomasin remembers nights with an extra place set, and swallows the obvious question. She will ask tomorrow, perhaps, or the next day. When Bolton's blood is not so fresh. "I see. But they will heed your words."

"They know me."

She nods. It's enough for now. "I had thought...whatever the thing conducting the executions may be. Perhaps 'tis not a dark-type at all, if Rosa's power could withstand it."

"I guess not? I've never been sure. We never saw it, even after all this." Jamie frowns at the Espeon for a second. "Rosa's great, but she's not...she was never really trained for battle. She wasn't even evolved yet when we all got here. If whatever that thing was had really tried to fight her, I don't think it would've gone so well."

It's obvious when she looks for a second. The Espeon is more slender than muscular, soft like the others in this particular Pokemon pile. It should have been a warning to them all, in truth, that Jamie's Pokemon were both so ill-suited to competition. The strongest the Overseers had was Bolton's Ursaring - certainly a powerful creature, but had they truly sought out their positions, would they not be professional Trainers? Thomasin thinks even Mercy has had to fight through more trials than Jamie's team ever has.

She still probably could not have defeated the Ursaring. But whatever battles Bolton saw in his life, he was the Champion Barista. He was Temerity. He was no Overseer of trainers at all.

"Mayhap all of us together can." She can't say it with confidence. Whatever it is, it is dark and powerful. She has seen her share of power, but this one is yet unknown. But she can affirm one thing, at least. "They are lucky to have you."

Jamie's smile returns for a second. "Maybe. Thanks."

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Since there are enough, everyone actually does decide to play the recorder as a group in the music room.

[(Anonymous)]

Learning about fursuits at the next convention they go to

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Xander walked into the computer room to find Jane and the Doctor at the desk chairs, poring over a forum. He pulled up a box strong enough to sit on and took a place beside them. "Preparing for the convention?"

"Got it in one," the Doctor said. "Looks like the Televirtuocon forum's got some prep posts people put up. Hopefully, this will keep us from havin' any issues next time."

Xander turned pink and coughed. "Yes, well, it was mostly fine once we learned the weapons policy... but I digress. What have you learned so far?"

"Most of it's specific to this con," Jane said as she scrolled. "Where's safe to go around the convention centre -- the video store across the street is fine, but not the alley behind it -- how busy the Space Denny's down the block is at any given time, how not to behave in the ignoring that part!"

She hit Page Down past the section marked 'hentai room etiquette.' Odd. Whatever a hentai room was, wasn't all etiquette important to learn beforehand? Xander would have to look that part up again later.

"Anyway!" Jane was trying not to turn beet red as she continued to the next section. "Cosplay meetup etiquette! I know it'll be weird to go, but..."

"But anyone into our program could have the intel we need," the Doctor continued. "It's gonna hurt, but that's the way it might go. What've we got, Jane?"

"Let's see, uh... always check what meetups there already are... don't double-book... don't grope people without asking, eww, that's obvious! Series-specific... 'no, your Bunny Yurika does not count as a fursuit?'"

Xander scratched his head. "Ah, the costume... What is a 'fursuit?'"

Jane laughed nervously. "You see, it's a mascot suit, but there's a whole subculture and, er, certain stereotypes... shoot, Jake said his grandma loved the stuff, why isn't he here to... Doctor, stop laughing!"

"Who, me?" The Doctor smiled innocently. "Laugh? Never. Go on, tell him."

Jane sunk into her hands. "You're as bad as Togami some days."

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Since the first one went so well, McBurn decides to give everybody else overly honest confessions when he's too drunk to care.

[(Anonymous)]

Angelica was sitting on a bench, Seth propped up on a stick next to her, as she stoically surveyed the beach. She heard McBurn stumble up, of course, and got to her feet like the centipedes had come back.

"What are you looking for?" she asked.

McBurn yawned and flopped onto the bench himself. She didn't feel enough disgust to recoil, as little as she felt most things, but she did step back a touch if only because he reeked of alcohol.

"Just socializing," he said. "That a crime too now, or only going on dates with your victim? Because I know you're just targeting the girls for it now, but I like to make it clear that we don't need your help if you start stalking Margulis and I."

Angelica narrowed her eyes. "That wasn't stalking, that was responsible supervision."

"Which it looks like you do need," Seth chuckled, "considering that you seem to have drank up most of the bar."

McBurn picked the mask up and tossed him into the trash can on the first try.

"See? Sober." At that point, he slumped right off the bench and winced. "Partly. Not entirely."

Angelica looked at him like another centipede. "Do you need to come and harangue me?"

"Got everyone else," he said with a shrug. "New policy of honesty. Stepped out of the bar and told White I still hoped he'd die, good guy or not. Then went to go check out what the Griffin was doing and asked him for fifteen minutes why he only eats good people, that's a mess waiting to happen. Then told Farron she was being paranoid about the PIPs messing with our emotions. Then warned the girls about you." Yawn. "Then you."

"...Does your 'policy of honesty' have anything to do with the fact that you're drunker than a fish in a keg?"

McBurn had already fallen asleep. Angelica shrugged, picked Seth out of the garbage, and went on her way.

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The crew embarks on some get-rich-quick scheme because they're running out of money again.

[(Anonymous)]

"Great used jar! No, no, wait... attractive used jar."

Church gave a sure grin, kneeling and resting an arm on the desk, while Choromatsu typed away at the computer.

Jamie heard their snickering and poked his head into the room. "Hey, what's going on?" He walked in, sounding friendly enough, though the subsequent muttering of "please don't be Dadlocked! again" had a good deal more dread to it.

"Oh, hey, it's the artist man." Church mock-saluted from the table. "We're just drumming up business."

"Yeah, Ushiromiya-san was griping -- um, telling us we had to be frugal when I wanted a magazine. So we're selling stuff!" Choromatsu moved the monitor a little to show him and pressed submit on the listing.

"What stuff?" Jamie raised his eyebrows and rested his hands in his pockets. "I thought Jane and Togami sold off most of the Airlocked! merch and souvenirs."

"Yeah, so we're selling stupid things," Church said, "like that guy who sold a bunch of American dollar bills on the Internet once. Did you know eRay has a rule against selling people's souls?"

Jamie groaned. "Don't tell me you tried."

"Yeah. Once. You wouldn't?"

"So they didn't let us do that," Choromatsu said. "But we got all this other stuff! Check out our listings. There's a jar of that space dust that other ship at Spesso yesterday was covered in, we dusted some off when they weren't looking. Here's a rock off the ground that looks like Empress Kristen of Earth if you squint, this 'cursed photo' over here--" He stopped scrolling and pulled out a photo from the printer of a Protoss talking on his phone, a ghostly face superimposed behind him.

"Nice, huh?" Church asked. "Got the stock photo somewhere and used a trial copy of Photoshockwave to put the ghost in."

Choromatsu nodded excitedly. "And some genuine locks of hair cut off Champions in their sleep! Some fangirl says she wants to clone Xander."

Jamie made a face at that last one and ran a hand through his own hair.

"Uh... sure, good job, guys. One question. Is there anything else I should be worried about, or is that all you're selling?"

The other two looked at each other and shrugged.

"We could try selling our bone marrow," Church said. "Maybe not on eRay, though. Where do you get stuff onto the black market?"

Jamie suddenly regretted asking.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone finds fanfic about themselves and leaves an in-depth critique.

[(Anonymous)]

mynameisbyakuyatogami left an appraisal on your story:

Deplorable. Simply deplorable. I highly doubt there are enough words in any language that could properly convey the amount of disgust and disappointment that I have lowered myself to feel in reading this mishmash of drivel, but I will suffice with one in order to list, in order of least to most offensive, of problems which I have found with your attempt at contributing to the world of intergalactic internet literature.

One: The human body is not equipped with prehensile appendages below the waist of any kind. We have evolved past the need for tails. There is no "tail intertwining" present in our "courting rituals".

Two: Judging the character of Misumaru Yurika solely on her decorating abilities is a remarkably poor observation. Rewatch parts where she reflects on her own mistakes,
and then consider how that would play into your "plot".

Three: Speaking of, the concrete thread of this story is absolute rubbish. I counted no less than fifteen different instances where Champions inexplicably had answers to problems they should not have been able to solve on their own, seven examples of behavior that would have broken the rules of the Champion Excellence Program and resulted in punishment, and the absence of absolutely any dramatic tension whatsoever. It was very obvious that Seth was the one behind the driving scheme. He did a better job covering up his own crimes.

Four: The "main pairing" is an impossibility. Give up on it.

Five: Inserting screencaps of "Lovelocked" is a crass and weak way to insert unnecessary explicit content into the story. Not only was it never indicated in the warning tags, but there is very little point to the placement of your shoddily photoshopped censorship bars. Learn where they're supposed to go before you put them in, and then remove the pictures entirely. Remove those chapters entirely. If there is a whole year's worth of content featuring two men in their thirties...effing around...on every imaginable surface on a space station, people are going to watch that, not read your sorry excuse for erotic literature.

Six: Point four bears repeating. The "main pairing" is an IMPOSSIBILITY. At this stage it would be pointless to reiterate that you are severely lacking in knowledge of human anatomy and customs, but I will graciously give you a simple rundown: Jane Crocker is still considered under the age of consent in her own country. Jane Crocker's idea of a romantic night in consist of guffawing at one Ron Swanson bemoaning the lack of red meat in his general vicinity and tricking her dates into slipping on a banana peel. Byakuya Togami does not lower himself to such baseless slapstick tomfoolery and mindless entertainment, despite what anyone has possibly heard or seen to the contrary. The special feature content uploaded last week was a fluke and an admitted activity participated in to abate boredom. Obviously it did not work.

Seven: An expansion of six. If Byakuya Togami is going to be romanced, it will be properly done through chaperones and courtship channels, paired with a woman suitable enough to uphold the honor of the Togami bloodline. Toko Fukawa does not have the ability to rip through space and time to forcibly insert herself by his side, and thank God for that, because she is also unsuitable. Byakuya Togami also does not pine after "kawaii meganekkos", girls who use sharp objects as emotional crutches, or anyone of the s

It took Togami three more long sentences before he realized he'd hit the character limit on the review form. Grumbling to himself, he cut out point seven, put it on a Notepad document, and sent what he had so far. There were still thirteen more points to go, and from the looks of things, he'd be writing them out for a while.

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Someone tries to cosplay another character, living or "dead".

[(Anonymous)]

someone gets accused of soulbonding when they try to argue with the fanbase and/or the gang becomes aware of kin drama

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Jane gulped hard and looked up from the computer. "Doctor? I, er, think you'd better come see this."

"What's the problem, Jane?" He sauntered into the computer room and leaned over her shoulder. "Fictionkin forum? Didn't think you were the type to read those. S'pose if they think we're fictional, some of 'em would start thinking they were us..."

"But look!" She indicated the post she had up on the screen.

Had another memory dream, it said, but it wasn't anything from the show. We were actually surrounded by a lot of ourselves, I thought it was shapeshifters at first, but... it turned out we were at a convention, the only real ones in a sea of cosplayers? I don't know how that works, but please believe me that it's not some fan dream. Maybe in my old universe, people thought Airlocked! was a show, just like how here, people don't believe you can be a reincarnated fictional character. It doesn't make sense, but I swear it was just like the other memories.

"I-I think this one's real," Jane stammered. "But how? If they're me, and I'm me, and they don't even know that this is actually happening right here, how can they be dreaming what I remember, even the stuff that didn't make it to air?"

The Doctor hummed and straightened up.

"Time's not a straight line," he said, and began to rock on his heels. "Space-time's more of a tangle. Reincarnation's not one-after-the-other, either, heard of a kid once who was four when his last life died and then started actin' like him. Disturbing, that, the grown dead one had more money than sense and the kid was demanding expensive cars... But!" He clapped his hands once. "One, two, or a million Janes, you're still ours, carving out the life they're just remembering. And might I remind you, you're doing a fantastic job of it."

Jane blushed and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm not-- I mean, well, if you insist. Thank you, Doctor, I... needed to hear that."

"Always appreciated." He grinned. "But, ah, don't get into asking the kin you what happens. That's ten disasters waiting to happen, and we're on the run as it is."

"Who, me? Never..." Jane nervously laughed and tabbed away to a Blingee of the dead playing Seth Frisbee, covered in glittery credit bills.