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[enjoyers]

Characters: Everyone!
Date: August 11th
Rating/Warnings: Nothing as of yet. Mark anything that qualifies a warning in your subject line!
Summary: Arrivals.
You want happiness. A company called RECOVERjoy has offered it to you, so you've signed up with them. Gaining happiness can't hurt, right?

Suddenly you're in a room, an apartment, with three other beds and unfamiliar faces. This is your assigned room, and it's quite crowded. You don't get much of a chance to think as your phone beeps--it's not your phone, maybe you've never had a phone, but there's one in your hand so you check it. It's a smart phone, nothing special about it, but now you've received a text from RECOVERjoy.

Welcome to Joywick! We're so happy to have you!

You've arrived in your assigned room, we hope you like it! Don't worry, you can move out once you've collected enough joypoints. Speaking of, if you'd like to check your balance, there's a special application that tracks it for you right on your phone! Handy, right?

... Did you check? If you did, you'll notice you have no joypoints. But don't despair! We're giving you a special mission. Make three (3) friends and get 200 joypoints! Gee, that's easy! Of course, we can't put a level on something like friendship, so just get to know people. Don't miss out on these easy points! We'll give you more information about joypoints once you're done.

Wishing you happiness,
RECOVERjoy : )

You're in this for 1 million joypoints, aren't you? Might as well get started.

(AFTER THE MISSION HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHED OR ONCE 24 HOURS HAVE PASSED)

You receive another text from RECOVERjoy.

Great job on the mission! Or not so great job for those who didn't do it. : (

Well, you probably want more joypoints either way. Here's how! Look for another person. I bet they look fairly happy, right? Why are they happier than you? Because they've got the joypoints you need! The only way to get those joypoints is to steal theirs. How? Take their happiness away. It's easy! Maybe a rumor here, an injury there... but if you want the big points, be creative!
You want to be happy, don't you?

Wishing you happiness,
RECOVERjoy : )

... Not quite what you expected when you signed up. You can't leave, though, you still owe RECOVERjoy 500 joypoints and, well, you came here for a reason.

Comments

ROOM 101

[mellowyellow]

Eeeeeeh?!

[What a way to be greeted after mysteriously appearing in a room that decidedly is not yours. The owner of the outcry seems to be an overly expressive teenage boy enthralled by the phone in his hand.

After having read the text, he whirls his head around once, twice, before deciding this isn't enough and spinning his entire body in circles for a 360 degree view of his new surroundings.]

Teleportation? Sci-fi? World War III?!

The apocalypse is orange?!

[ushishishi]

[This is not the reaction Bel wants. Needs more...screaming. And begging for their lives. Things like that!]

[Leaaaaaning over him, still smiling as big as ever- man that hair is thick. You can't even see his eyes.]

Ah? Why's that?

[Bringing out knife number two.]

Two seconds.

ROOM 110

[iwagmyhair]

[The flyer did not mention this.

Tomoko wishes it had, since a moment before she didn't believe in teleportation and now, well, it's hard to deny it.

She could have done without that in her life.]

Um... [Still trembling from the sudden location change, she holds her new phone up in both hands to read the text. She's not even registering that there are three other people in here with her yet, as spooked as she is, so don't mind her if she starts quietly reading the message out loud to herself.] ...welcome to Joywick... you've arrived in your assigned room, we hope you like it... don't worry, you can move out once you've collected enough joypoints....

[What.]

Joypoints?

[sockswithsandals]

[The problem is, Yotsuya is a bit recklessly stupid, sometimes. He does, instead, straighten up from his mess and gaze down at the Amazing Talking Mop, nonplussed.]

You're counting down for effect, but you started at three. It's been more than three seconds, you know, so... [he shrugs, tilting his head]

Well, it's distracting!

[cursedprincess]

[The sympathetic expression gets a smile from Blanche. A little shy, but mostly warm.

He'll do nicely.]

Oh. [There's mild disappointment in her voice when he says he's new, but she still seems happy enough.] Well, thank you! I just hope I'm not too much trouble. But I appreciate you being willing to try to help me like this....

Do you at least know the way back to the dorms? I don't remember how to get back anymore. I'm so terrible with directions. It's a little embarrassing.

[heyheyhey]

Nope, it's not a joke. Otherwise I'll be laughing right now.

[He leans forward on the bed and stretches out a hand for a possible handshake, that is if the other trusts him enough to do that sort of thing.]

I'm Marx. What's yours?

[herplaceinthesun]

An all-powerful Ctarl-Ctarl!

[Ain't no shame in her game, kid. She turns from her useless kicking to look at . . . oh, look, a knife. Aisha peers at it, it's kind of funny-looking.

It doesn't register as a threat. There are no real threats to her, after all.]

You planning on hurting me? Kind of impressed that you're so straight-forward with it, but you should have just gone for it.

[Leaning back on the machine, she quirks her head.]

You certainly don't look like a pirate, but you act just like one.

[1/2]

[ushishishi]

[You serious, bro.]

[You're worried about the effect?]

[God you sound like that frog.]

[For a moment, creepy smile is gone.]

Tch. What an idiot.

[2/2]

[ushishishi]

But no matter.

[AAAAND like a lightbulb the smile is back on.]

Three~!

[With no warning (beside the whole count down thing), he brings down the third knife, steps forward, and moves to stab the other boy right in the face.]

[GOOD TIME TO RUN]

herp derp should we have a posting order or...!

[noisy]

[ and then there's Joshua. he's laughing, sitting on the edge of his corner bed, lightly swinging his crossed legs forward and back.

not a care in the world. ]

Wow, without an introduction, too. Someone's awfully enthusiastic, aren't they?

[ because he isn't. oh good grief, he doesn't do roommates -- but if he's at all displeased, it's not showing what, with his smug little smile. ] It doesn't look like they've supplied us with name tags, though. And unfortunately I'm just old-fashioned enough to want a name to go with an acquaintanceship.

Shall we have an ice-breaker exercise?

ROOM 102

[gatto]

[Unexpected. But not too shabby! Whoever's in charge here is good.

A bright grin on his face, Rin's fiddling with the phone, opening every application he can find in it. He's sprawled out on the bed face first, his legs swinging behind him. Perfectly comfortable.

He doesn't look up from the phone as he speaks.]

Hey, hey, these phones are really cool, aren't they?

[sockswithsandals]

[YES, he is VERY CONCERNED about the effect, and he raises a dictating finger to illuminate precisely why when the mop smiles and, trust him,

he knows psychotic expressions when he sees them.

Running however is beyond him, and instead he just shrieks and throws himself to the side, toppling gracefully over the messed bed.]

Do you hate critique?!

[vytis]

[Lithuania glances around the room again. It's really not that big for four people, but it's certainly better than nowhere to live at all. Maybe he'll be able to buy slightly less orange bedding, at least.]

I suppose we'll be sharing the room for at least a while. I hope we can get along.

Re: ROOM 101

[herplaceinthesun]

[Aisha's just going to . . . stare. Wow, Terrans sure were weird, but at least he didn't look boring. That would have been the worst.]

I wouldn't call putting someone in a free room the apocalypse . . . but yeah, what's with all the orange?

[She plops down on a bed. It's totally her bed now okay. And speaking of sci-fi, do you see those ears?]

Hey, don't throw up with all that spinning, okay? That would probably suck.

[ushishishi]

[His eyes are covered by a mop of hair, but somehow there's a feeling that you're getting the most judgemental look ever.]

[That answer's not satisfactory enough for Bel's tastes, but the arrogance that she seems to have and her egging him on just have him smiling again.]

Ah, what's that? An all powerful cat-cat? Ushishishishi!

[Under all that hair, he's looking around the room for just the right spots to send wired knives with. Might as well have a little fun with this one.]

A pirate? You're testing the prince's patience, kitty. Take care with your words.

[This is your name now. He's never calling you anything else.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania's expression only grows more sympathetic; her shy smile and old-fashioned attire are doing nothing to dissuade Lithuania from the idea of a princess who needs rescuing, even if the rescuing is just informing her where she dorm rooms are.]

I wouldn't be too embarrassed! New places can be confusing if you aren't used to them. The rooms are in that direction--[he points]--I could give you directions or walk you back, if you'd like.

The Park

[guielliotine]

<sub>[Elliot Nightray was on a swing set. Why, you might ask? Well, why not? He'd found himself wandering aimlessly, after having left the small room he'd woken up in, not really sure what to make of his surroundings. There were odd shaped buildings and even the device that had so rudely startled him was foreign to him. Granted, that was to be expected, if he really thought about it, but that didn't make it any less weird.

Thus, Elliot had decided to sit on one of the swings, digging his shoes into the sand as gloved fingers gripped the chains beside him. Three friends. Two hundred points. Sure, it wasn't much but it'd be a start, right? If he won the game then everything could be fixed. Everything would be alright again.

The boy gave himself a half hearted push. He just had to stay focused. That's all. It'd be over in no time.]</sub>

/tags into this at the speed of light.

[minus]

( Guess who's noticed that you're in attendance, whether you like it or not, Tsurubami? Yeah, one of your fellow canonmates. He's not the one who's being snuck up on, but he does bear witness to the shout, and takes a moment to gaze after the other teen blankly. For... a....... long......... moment............. )

『It's Tsurubami-kun!

Uh, it is Tsurubami isn't it? Haven't you found the Visine that works for your inhibiting eye-condition yet? How are you ever going to make a friend if you can't be mindful of your manners!』

[sockswithsandals]

[Yotsuya has a habit of skulking around pretending he isn't there, what a... coincidence... no.

He does have a habit of amassing collections of newspaper clippings and old periodicals and books about ghosts and storybooks about dead things and some manga about pigeons (Hoboful Boyfriend), which! Is why he is in the library, to brush up on what Local Weirdness happens in this town.

It's very important. He has his nose shoved in a magazine when he hears the shout, and grimaces briefly before dog-earing his page (heathen) and lowering the magazine to look around.

There is only one person around, and he doesn't look much like the Hoboful Boyfriend type of guy. He frowns as he looks back at his magazine, but he will spare a comment:]

You probably haven't heard of it.

[ushishishi]

[Shrieking and flailing away- Now that's more like it! You're learning.]

[As one knife is sent downward to where Yotsuya was, another flies at the wall just an inch away from his neck. That was an accident, right?]

A prince doesn't need criticism from idiot trash.

[More giggles. He apparently finds this hilarious.]

ROOM 107

[plucks]

[The phone hangs uselessly in Mary's hand while she stares around the room. Make friends? It feels harder than the message is letting on.

She fumbles with what to do, too distrusting of her surroundings to investigate. Even so, she glances about the walls with a sort of wowed expression, mostly aimed toward her company.

Eventually she gathers enough courage to speak.] Um.

Hi. I'm Mary.

[She holds out the phone.] Does this mean we are all new here?

[sockswithsandals]

[Wow, hey, rude. He likes his neck, especially in one place. He looks sideways at the second knife, warily. What to do, what to do...]

I've been told my unsolicited comments can be grating.

[minus]

『Oh, I'm so lucky! I get to room with such a pretty girl. Sakura-kun, we can be friends, can't we?

It's like a fresh start, only for our own personal gain! But we want to be happy, so let's try our best.』

( way to...... lay it on the line for everyone, kumagawa. but that's his 'talent', if it makes any sense. saying the most brutal and honest things that'll net him absolutely nothing but causing obscure pains in another. all with a smile.

he offers his hand to her, but maybe she shouldn't take it? -- he's exuding some seriously scary aura or something. one of those 'he's fantastically friendly, but that smile is less-inviting and more-a-lie-to-cover-a-terrible-personality'. )

[guielliotine]

<sub>[That's right...he'd be sharing a room with people. Meaning he wouldn't be alone in said room. Meaning...things would become very awkward very soon.

Elliot didn't want to think about that. Instead, he extended a gloved hand to Lithuania.]</sub>

I hope so as well.

_{[The last thing he needed was to hate those he'd be forced to share a room with. It'd end up badly for all of them.]}

[gatto]

[Show time.

Rin's first order of business is getting to know the city, even before getting those first two hundred points. He's not planning to stop until he gets to know this city as well as he knew Toshima. Though, of course, that doesn't mean he'll pass up a chance to work on gaining those points.

He does need them, after all.

Even if he didn't, though, he still wants to get to know the people along with the city. Which is why, upon spotting some guy with weird clothes alone in the park, he runs up to him, grinning from ear to ear.]

Hey, you! On the swing! You're all alone?