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[coolerjunpei]

[Now, Junpei is fairly certain they're all here for some kind of fucked up death game, because why wouldn't the third time be the charm!!— but until some mysterious costumed weirdo starts getting on all the screens and making announcements, there's not that much to go on. He can skulk around town glowering suspiciously at things for long so long.

Sooooo.]

if anybody wants my vote, it's t minus however the hell long before we all start killing each other. would love to be wrong, but if i live long enough to say i told you so, yknow. yippee.

so.

why do *you* think we're here? wrong answers only. top 3 by popular vote get a prize.

[Does he have a prize to hand out... No, no he does not. He will find some cheap garbage in one of the shops and write a 1ST/2ND/3RD PLACE on it, no problem. Eventually. Maybe even a sticker.]

and what do you guys think about picking code names? you know, just in case.

[big talk from username junpei]

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[coolerjunpei]

[Ah - well, when making new friends, it's always important to establish who's ready to start stabbing. Not that Junpei wouldn't go to bat, optionally with a bat, for his friends, but he's kind of a stringbean and it's not his forte. He scoffs, anyway, amused.]

Sure, I'll keep you on speed dial. You ever need someone to solve your way out of a locked room without the keys, let me know. [......,] I've kinda got a weirdly specific skillset.

[But at the same time: isn't this whole city kind of one big escape room? He's convinced of it! He'll come in handy!

He leans over just so to watch the pan, ooh sizzly,] It smells good.

[blattella]

Ohhh, nice. That always seemed like real fiddly work, even with two hands, so I'll definitely keep you in mind. Guessing you already tried a few locked doors here, to see what's the deal?

[Hey, he's not judging anyone's skillset, especially if it's one he lacks. ...And especially if it might've come from someone who expects everyone currently here to just. Start killing each other.

There's gotta be a reason, right? So yeah. No judgment. Only spam. With a nice crust on one side, by now. Another flip, because the other side isn't quite as nicely cooked, before he shoots Junpei a sidelong look and a tiny smile.] Man, anything smells good in a pan, long as it's not burnt to absolute charcoal. Here-- [And he jams the spatula into a nice, crusty, crispy edge, cutting off a piece. Nudges it around the pan so the soft edge crisps up, then flicks it back onto the spatula for Junpei.

As a treat.]

[coolerjunpei]

Oh yeah, all over. I never actually learned to pick a lock, but I'm real good at the, uh, fiddly work. Loads of practice. None of the locked doors around here are giving up the goods yet.

[But here's to hoping. What he would give for even a crumb of indication that there is, indeed, a reason behind this whole place and their presence in it. A list of rules. A crackly voice-changer speaker. Anything. At least then there would be a place to start.

In the spirit of not getting too in his head about it, though: ooh, a sample? A treat, for him? 👉👈 He raises an eyebrow-]

Well, now I feel like a little kid begging for dinner early... [but he's still going to take this little piece and "ow ow hot" at it for a second before he pops it in his mouth. chew....] Hey, it's good!