Aewin

What Happens In Vegas: Remastered

Unlike his fellow guests, Christopher’s night was spent… doing nothing. There was nothing to pack in haste, nor was he feeling any travelling jitters as he had the best partner he could ask for travelling with him to Nevada the following day. He wondered whether he should send a message to Grace, to remind her to pack plenty of sunscreen for herself and her partner, but a quick look at the clock on the wall reminded him it was far too late for any friendly chat.

Then what can he do?

It was late enough that sleep was a viable option. But why couldn't he sleep? Well. Christopher was well aware why, and he almost wished that he'd left the packing till tonight so he would have more time to... not think. To hear Darien would be the first out of his admittedly too large circle of friends was not much of a surprise. Everybody knew that the gentle giant would find his perfect match first, but was he Daphne Seara's perfect match?

Christopher could not comment.

Sleep eluded him, much to his dismay. By the time Christopher had drunk his weight in coffee, it was time for him to take the cab to the airport. A quick scan of his mental checklist reminded him that he had everything he needed to avoid an unfortunate situation. With absolute certainty, Christopher climbed into his cab ride.

At the airport, Christopher quickly reminded himself of the plan. With Leonard out of town for his business venture, Christopher and Grace were left to travel together from JFK to McCarren airport this morning, with Grace's boyfriend, Tristan, joining the wedding party that following Saturday for the rehearsal dinner. Christopher first waited beside security, watching time and passengers pass by him but no sign of the one he wanted to see. With so little time left, Christopher had no choice but to follow the crowd through security. He kept his phone in hand, watching the pixels on the screen for any sign of a message but there was nothing from the girl in question. He didn't even see Grace even as he waited by the gate despite waiting a little longer and being one of the last to join the queue to board the flight.

He shot Grace another message, the final one before he was guilted into turning his cell off with a look from the stewardess. He tapped his foot against the floor, the pace growing faster as the minutes passed. Finally, once he was sure the final call was announced did he see Grace, much to his relief.

"You worried me!" The surgeon chastised, knowing that Grace was expecting such a reaction. "Was there a lot of traffic?" Grace looked too tired for her to be late because of her sleeping in, not to mention that it wasn't like Grace to sleep in so late. He adjusted his position so he could pull off his neck pillow, giving it to Grace instead as she began to tell him about Tristan.

The news made Chris want to hug the poor girl. No wonder she looked so weary. He had plenty of things to say: 'Tristan was a horrible person.' or, 'You deserve better' but none of them seemed to be right. Knowing her, she would rather be comforted than pitied. He extended his arm, allowing Grace to rest her head on his shoulder and quietly sob to herself. With the wedding incoming, Christopher knew that all the lovey-dovey behaviour from the bride and groom was sure to be a painful reminder of her break-up.

Arriving at the hotel, Christopher reluctantly let Grace trudge away into her room. The only good news was knowing that Grace's room was right across the hall. Inside his room, Christopher hung his blazers in the wardrobe and put away his toiletries before pulling out something from his bag, wrapped in gift wrap designed with puppy paw prints. He could only hope Grace would appreciate the gift at a time like this.

There was only one way to find out!

He knocked on Grace's door, checking the gift one more time before--

Oh no.

He forgot the bow.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

_{(yeah still no header can someone please stop making me post so late)}

There was much to say about the case. Nothing pleasant, however. As usual, Braden’s testimony and involvement with the case was kept to the bare minimum. All he had to prove was that he didn’t kill the crazy bitch, and that was a simple enough hurdle. At least, that’s how he remembered it. Regardless, the case was over and Braden couldn’t be happier to finally leave--

But that was the issue. The blackened was dead, and somebody had to be punished. Something something rule something. What a bother. Couldn’t they just do the thing with Mercy’s body? Pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.

“We don’t trust crazies around here.” The ironic comment was brushed aside as the court fell apart once again. As his husbando concluded the final statement, Noel was quick to pounce with surprising ferocity, taking Alice down like a lion tackling dinner.

Unsurprisingly, Alice did not respond. His analogy was almost correct: the recon was acting like a chicken. After acting so tough, she could not handle the slightest bit of confrontation. Monokuma (“the two-toned traitoring traitor”) did not help by siding with Alice, which further made Braden believe made the recon cocky.

“Now now, Lois Lane. It’s not good to gang up on the weak. I meaaaan, someone that has army training yet is has nothing to offer beyond cliched edge? Tooootally weak. Maybe once she’s done living out her angsty teen years you’ll get a real challenge. Might I suggest Justiciar? I heard they’re reeeeal strong.”

“SHUT UP!”

Krista peeled her hands from her ears, screaming at the erratic ventriloquist in particular to stop the bickering. All they did was bicker- did nobody have an ounce of sympathy for Felix? It appeared not, as Braden and Noel began to pick apart Alice’s behaviour, whilst Ice and Denis tried to act tough in front of Davis.

“Please... just stop... No more... I can't...” How many more have to die before this game would finally end? How many more had to die while she did nothing but aid the blackened in one way or another unintentionally? How many more before it was enough for Davis? Like Ice, Krista wanted to scream at the man causing them misery, but she knew it would do nothing. Even now with someone as fearsome as Ice yelling at him, Davis did. Not. Care. He was nothing more than a friend that betrayed them at their lowest point.

Did anybody care anymore? She wished so, but it seemed as if each blackened intended to prove her wrong. If they didn't care, does someone like Cyrus really care for Bliss, or Jez for Zachary? By now she was certain she was alone in this. Krista tensed as she faintly heard Davis speak her name. “-- a question. Perhaps not as precious as the phone call Justiciar stole from her, but there are no strings attached this time. Regardless of what you ask, I will answer honestly. ”

She could clearly remember what Lucas had told her before he was executed for his crime. To not waste her opportunity on a dead end, but to use it to understand who the mastermind was. But was it worth it now that they already knew who he was? Davis was standing right in front of him, giving her a second chance to finally find her reason to care.

“My brother... tell me! Is he okay?”

Krista did not care about why Davis wanted them to suffer. She could not give a damn about somebody that betrayed them. But knowing that her brother was safe would make it all worth it. That despite the suffering, she could go home to someone that cared.

“He is safe, far away from this place. Last I heard, he found the love of his life.”

Krista laughed. All she could think about was the time she accidentally walked in on her brother trying to put the moves on his nurse. Did Davis know about that too? Would Davis tell her that the nurse was the love of his life? It did not matter, because Krista collapsed to her knees with her head hanging low, tears hitting the floor in front of her.

Krista could not tell whether if she had carried herself to the exit or if she was helped by a carnage sister. She heard the distinct noise of shoes shuffling towards the rollercoaster, and her body instinctively followed far behind everybody. Her skin felt cold and clammy, but for once she left the courtroom with nothing on her mind.

What Happens In Vegas: Remastered

The Goodest Boy

^{COLOUR = Tan | FC = Ben Barnes}

Christopher Leon Moffat

^{Chris, Leon, Leo, CL}

Twenty-seven


Male


Non-existent


Bachelor of Medicine and Surgery (M.D) at (Med school here)
Bachelor of Science (BSC. Biology) at (university here)


Second year general surgical resident at St. Francis Hospital in NY

Christopher stands a little over 6 foot with dark hair and neatly maintained facial hair. He is of healthy weight, though it is clear from his lack of muscles that he is not an active person. Who has time for that anyway?

He likes to dress in a mix of a casual-formal outfit. Usually, that means he wears a blazer and jeans, but if need be he can swap out the jeans for something formal, or the blazer for something casual. He's a simple guy. He has no scars on his body and does not have time (or the skill, what the hell is this?!). His skin is pale, and probably hasn't seen the sun in a few days so Vegas is probably going to burn him. That's why he's prepared and bought an extra suitcase full of sunscreen, so not only can he use it, but he's sure to distribute for the group. A nasty sunburn can ruin anybody's wedding.

And yes, he still looks like Ben Barnes.

Idealistic | Gentle | Empathic | Too-Selfless | Too-Sensitive | Considerate | Weak hearted

With a group of mostly impulsive 20-something-year-olds, Christopher acts like the older brother to the group. He counters others' impulsivity with his own level-headed (and most importantly: rational) decision making. His brother role also plays on his great ability to empathize with others as well as allows him to care and nurture his friends as he wishes. His caring nature also makes him presumptuous, making him insist on helping where he does not need to. Not only can this overbearing trait be annoying to some, but it can come across as him "knowing better" when it comes to others.

Christopher is so busy caring for others, that it is common for him to forget about his own needs. He often overworks himself to the point of driving him sick physically or mentally. His weak-hearted nature appears more often than not during confrontations, where he'll simply go along with what someone says to avoid having to fight even if he believes in something else. And yes, scary movies actually do scare him, don't you dare try it or he'll smother you with hugs.

In social events, Christopher does not try to hide from others but nor does he seek attention. His natural easy-going and bro behaviour tends to draw people in, allowing for even the most uncomfortable person to slowly feel welcome in a social gathering. Christopher is competent at his job not because of his empathy, but his ability to remain calm under pressure (and, well, idealism always helps bring some positivity into the room, right?). You'll never see him making a quick decision that has not been thought over a million times with all possible consequences considered.


Declan Leon Moffat was the third child of two Irish immigrants looking forward to the American dream. His parents knew that he was destined for greatness, and they were right. Declan was the first child to attend university in the family, and the first to become a doctor. It was at the hospital where Declan worked where he met the love of his life. Aileen Weber worked in the ER department and had a reputation of being a quick worker, but emotional. They met after a particularly tough day, with Declan somehow comforting a stranger in the on-call room after losing a patient on the operating table. From there, Declan and Aileen became good friends. The decision to marry each other afterward was an easy one, with the two realising the other was their 'one'. Declan and Aileen were in no rush to fill their house with children immediately, despite the pressure from Declan's side. Their unpredictable work made it difficult to envision being an active figure in their children's lives, and they were yet to buy a home that was good enough for children. It was almost three years into marriage when the two were finally ready to try.

And Christopher Leon Moffat was the resulting bundle of joy.

Declan and Aileen were lucky that their son was an easy-going child. He rarely threw tantrums, and if anything, they just had to keep Christopher busy so his toddling curiosity would not get him into trouble. This thirst for knowledge stuck with Christopher even as he grew older. By the time he could walk home from school alone, he would take a detour to his parents hospital, where he would wait for his parents at the waiting room until it was time to go home. Christopher grew up wanting to help the sick and wounded he'd encounter in the waiting room, much to the delight of his parents.

Getting the medicine merit badge during his time at the boys' scout was simple enough for Christopher, and it only served to further interest him in the field of medicine. By the time he reached high school, Christopher had his mind set on becoming a surgeon. Christopher was well loved by his peers during high school, and would often struggle to maintain a busy social life as well as keep up with school - the usual story of any millennial high school teen. His struggle would get simpler once he reached university, as Christopher was not much of a drinker (that is a story for another time) so the usual club parties were not his scene. By the time Christopher reached his position as a surgical resident, Christopher found himself with too little free time for himself. So when he heard his dear friend was getting married and invited him to be a groomsman, Christopher was delighted to see that he had just enough days off to spend with his group of friends at Vegas.

^{can you tell i struggled with this}

• He loves animals, particularly dogs. _{surprise surprise, another annie character loves dogs}
• Has dated maybe a grand total of two people in his life. Does mentally dating a crush count? ...No? Then one. (Thanks Grace!)
• Tried being a vegetarian during university. That... did not last for long.
• He is very close to his parents, even today. He is also the only child so I mean... he doesn't have much of a choice, does he?
• Despite his name, he does not follow Christianity or any other religion.

Clickity

His best (girl) friend, Grace and Christopher have known each other since high school. Christopher was the one to welcome Grace to their prep school after her family settled, and they've been attached by the hips since. Sometime during their friendship they tried out dating, but they broke up for no apparent reason, though that incident has not stopped them from being close even today.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

maybe ill add the header here one day when its not 4 in the morning

Ever since ending the concert, Krista had yet to speak. Nobody had talked to her at the party, leaving her to play music at the stage whilst everyone had a good time until Mercy’s untimely demise, and nobody talked to her as she shakily took her place at the podium she’d grown to hate. Learning from the previous case, Krista kept her mouth shut. She had nothing to offer anyway and unlike last time had no hope that she’d ever be useful to the others. Most of her day had been spent preparing for the concert. She hadn’t even met Mercy until everyone had gathered at the music plaza.

The case was going nowhere. Everyone talked over each other and kept going around in circles until it reached the conclusion that Max had something sinister to do with it. Instead of the trial ending with little hassle, tragedy struck the befallen infinites as Felix took his last breath. Another one that Krista considered a friend, gone. Because she couldn’t do anything right.

“You forgot a few parts.” Lucy smugly began listing everything Bliss had done, except it was hypothetical. Even Denis did not seem convinced.

“No…” Krista finally spoke up, her voice almost cracking from the strain. She had been standing quietly, holding onto her elbows with her trembling gaze focused on her podium. Streaks of tears mixed with dried mascara marked her cheeks, indicating she’d been crying ever since arriving at the court.

“Bliss can’t have done it…” Without looking up at anyone, Krista continued. She didn’t care if people did not want to listen, she wouldn’t be surprised if Jezabel called her stupid for trying to defend somebody after Shaun’s trial again. “Lucy, Bliss went to the pharmacy before she went to the study. She could not have possibly known about litonix back then. And even if she had found and read the chemistry book, she couldn’t have returned to the pharmacy to pick up more litonix without meeting Noel or Denis.” And as Denis has proven, he wouldn’t have missed someone like Bliss visiting the pharmacy to pick up stock twice. “The only remaining litonix was with Mercy herself, which Jezabel delivered to the quarantine chambers which as Felix said before…” She inhaled sharply, her chipped nails digging into the flesh of her elbows and drawing blood in an attempt to stop herself from hyperventilating.

“Only Mercy and Max were at the quarantine chambers.” Krista then fearfully added to her conclusion. “I-I’m not suggesting it was Max… It... It can’t be him either… but if Mercy was infected with the horseman virus, maybe she, under the control of the blackened, set things up to make Bliss look like the scapegoat? Mercy was the one to give Bliss her umbrella after all. If we assume Mercy was infected, maybe she was instructed to frame Bliss?” Krista was painfully aware her logic fell apart at the final hurdle, but it was all she could muster. Maybe if someone that wasn't as worthless as her could add to her suggestion, maybe it would be okay?

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

For easier access, seating plan will be posted here too

Seating Plan

A seating plan created by the infinite goddess matchmaker herself! Each seat is decorated specifically for an infinite so everybody will know which table they're supposed to sit at.

Table 1:
Cyrus, Bliss, Caora, Lucy and Thomas
Table 2:
Felix, Mercy, Max, Noel, Daimyon and Mary
Table 3:
Faith, Alice, Ice, Calvin and Emily
Table 4:
Denis, Braden, Jez and Zach

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

The day Krista had been waiting for was finally here.

It had taken many days to plan and set everything up in the music plaza, and looking at the final product, she was proud. The second-floor resort looked a lot different to what people were used to. There was a stage in the middle of the music plaza, blocking the path between the plaza and the rest of the hallway. Surrounding the stage was four rectangular tables, three of which could seat up to six individuals and the fourth that was pressed against the door leading into the zen garden could seat up to four. There was plenty of space between the stage and tables, a dance floor if you want to call it as such. Beside the stage was another table pushed against the dining hall, a buffet of epic proportions sitting on the table waiting to be eaten.

The lights were off, but instead of darkness, there were lights everywhere. On top of each table were a few mason jars stuffed with multicoloured fairy lights picked up from the arts and crafts store from the third floor. Some lights were hanging from the walls, giving the room a faint glow, but the stage was lit up in a special way. The string lights behind the stage were sewn into the fabric, shaped as two penguins standing on either side of the wall facing each other. One was distinctly smaller than the other, a baby penguin, flailing towards the larger one. She thought it depicted a story of a child trying to return to family, one that Krista thought would personally touch many of the infinites.

One by one people filed into the music plaza, lead by one of four people: Daimyon, Bliss, Faith or Felix. Faith and Max searched each person thoroughly, only allowing them in once they had been checked for anything potentially dangerous such as a weapon. Once the searches were done and everybody was inside, Daimyon and Felix joined Krista on top of the stage. The poet's expression shone of relief as he looked over the gathered crowd from the stage. At first, he had been apprehensive about the turnout, but it looked like everyone found it within them to attend. He was, however, certain that this was in no small part thanks to the enthusiasm of the organisers. From the moment he had heard the plan from Felix in the break room that morning, the same motivation had been driving him. They would give the whole group something to remember.

He grabbed the microphone that was prepared for him on a stand, cleared his throat and began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Infinites, every dear guest!” He waited until all attention was him, and continued once he was sure the sounding worked properly.

“We've overcome many a danger—now it's time to rest, and take a breather. Binge on the refreshments, and listen to some quality music, as you may have guessed. The great melodies and songs will be provided fully,” he motioned towards the members of the little band they had assembled, “by Krista here, Felix there, and yours truly. Of course, many more of us deserve praise.” Here, he opened his arms towards the crowd. “Everyone who helped organise; we are grateful, duly. I am not one to mince words—I am, but not this time, keeping you from entertainment further would be a crime. So I hereby welcome everyone to our gathering; let the concert begin. Showtime!”

Once Daimyon finished his introduction, Krista shared a look with Felix, hoisting her violin up to her shoulder and waiting for Felix to begin the opening melody of the first set of music. As the first notes on the wondrous instrument sounded, Daimyon, still silent, took one last glance at his notebook, at his lines, before sliding it into his pocket. He waited for a good timing to begin his own part, which he received soon enough. And so he started reciting his poem, with varying cadence and tone to match the piano play.

This is the story of a group of strangers
Bonded by living through many dangers.
They call us Infinites, blessed with talent
But now our fates hang in the balance
Freedom feels like an eternity ago
Our prisons give us nothing but woe
Locked into awful cages, left to die
Will we fall apart, or will we fly?

Krista joined in the melody while the poet paused, bringing forth her grace with the violin. Daimyon took a deep breath: he would not stop now until the end of the song.

This is the story of life and death
Of action and chilling aftermath
Of heroes and heroics, of greatness
Of the blackened and blameless
Of strained trust and cruel betrayal
Of disbelief, rage, misery and denial
Of an endless struggle, a war waged
Of a lot ventured, but little gained.

This is the story of light and darkness
But where there is evil, there is also brightness
Our valiant knight shone a star's worth
Now she looks down from heaven on this earth
She watched sorrowfully when one of our own
Look as he might, took a life and was thrown
Into the jaws of death himself for his offence
Thus we lost our friend and our innocence.

This is the story of bravery and cowardice
What was meant to defeat only empowered us
Take heart—a new resolve filled our souls
To see our journey through, though the tolls
Still weighed on us heavily; high we rose
And took the fight to our enemy to depose
The machine that stood in our way
For its aid in our folly, we made it pay.

This is the story of truth and deception
Of ruthlessly playing on our perception
Not everyone was who they seemed to be
We were shown his true colours, 'twas surreal
He played us like marionettes, that roach
He deserved his final, fatal reproach
Our grief then was another reminder
Of the reality of our prison: a meat grinder.

This is the story of noise and silence
Eight murderers' ruthless violence
Once again we fought for one we loved
Marred victory was ours, pyrrhic, bathed in blood
Two were taken, ripped from this world
They sacrificed it all, and our hearts churned
Yet, many of us bore incredible resilience
And we made them rue re-experience.

This is the story of weakness and strength
Of keeping the Grim Reaper at arm's length
We won our peace for now and became
One step closer to ending this sick game
Nothing is stronger than an indomitable will
An unyielding spirit, a beating heart that will
Instill the fiery courage that we need to bring
Us our freedom, and turn this winter into spring!

This is the story of the hopeful and despaired
And it's my plea to you, my friends: don't be scared!
Show our captors that we are not to be ensnared!
Let's be the ones who did not give in, but dared
To break out of this unholy cage, and be prepared
To keep your faith, like before, when it flared
Share the burden, and the reward too shall be shared
When our freedom, our joyous freedom, will finally be declared!

The instruments struck their final notes on a dramatic high, and Daimyon raised his hand, balled into a triumphant fist, in the air for his last words as well. With the music swelling to an end, Krista let her arms fall back to her sides. “Thank you for being here, everybody! I really want to thank Bliss and Faith for helping me plan this concert, as well as Daimyon and Felix for helping me with the concert. You guys are the best!” She gave each member of her party a grateful smile. After all, this concert couldn’t happen without their help! Daimyon beamed back, happy with the note this concert took. With his part in the performance over, he walked off the stage and took a seat at his assigned table, watching Krista as she took a deep breath and addressed the audience this time.

“It’s been… a rough few days… or weeks, actually… I don’t even know how long it’s been since we all woke up in that elevator but… err...” She laughed slightly awkwardly.

“I have a few reasons I wanted to talk to you all. I… I’m aware I’ve been a pain to you all since the beginning and I want to apologise for it. I’ve caused you all a lot of trouble and I’ve never once thanked any of you for tolerating me this long.

“Bliss… you helped me set up this concert even though I never thanked you for helping me when the first motive was released. I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.” She gave Bliss a large, grateful smile before turning to Cyrus.

“And… I’m sure you know that this concert was largely inspired by you. Even from the beginning, I questioned myself but you told me not to underestimate my ability to be a mood maker. I… I’m not sure how well I’ve done my job, but I hope that I did well this concert. You’ve done a lot for this group… and even if you can be a little mean at times, you only have the best intentions so...” She gave him a bright smile too. “Thank you for being my motivation!”

With that out of the way, Krista’s smile faltered and she addressed the rest of the audience, clearly nervous about the next part of her speech. Krista bowed deeply on stage, her hair almost touching the floor. “I also want to apologise for all I’ve done wrong. Everything. I’ve put my trust in the wrong people and it’s always lead to trouble. I’m sorry Zach, Jezabel, to those that lost their life because of my naivety.” She holds her position for a few moments before standing upright.

“I was told that keeping secrets was bad, and I apologise for not telling anybody about the handbook but… after my handbook got stolen by Justiciar… I couldn’t risk someone stealing it and using it for anything bad… But… I agree. No more secrets, not from me. And so… I’ll tell you my most guarded secret.”

:)

“I’m sorry but this will be a long one…” Krista sheepishly admitted.

“This... what I'm about to tell you, it's about a good person named Arno Bauman." Krista paused, realising most of them wouldn’t recognise the name. She shows her violin to the audience, pointing out the name etched onto the instrument carefully. “I met him when I was ten when I moved to central Berlin for school. He was my best friend, we did everything together. I even joined his violin classes to understand him, but back then I never really played it properly. I just wanted to listen to him play. I fell in love with music because of him. I wanted to play with him, but Arno was always better than me.

“It was all okay at first. I thought we'd stick together forever, just the two of us. His mother had died years ago, so he and his father would visit us often for dinner. We were all very close. Did you know he would play the violin while I would do homework? He was the one that realised that music helped me think." She began running her finger along the instrument to distract herself. “But, I woke up two months before my birthday, and I felt sick. Usually, I wouldn't skip because Arno was always too shy and nervous to be on his own, but I could barely get out of bed. That morning he came to see me so we could walk to school together, but I had to tell him we’d see each other later." She paused briefly. “We never did."

“There was a storm and it had been raining constantly for what felt like months. Heavy stuff. Arno never liked the rain." Keeping her eyes averted, she takes a moment to think about how she was going to carry on. “That day the roof of our old school building collapsed. Because of the tragedy, building maintenance was never a big deal and so… 14 kids had to lose their lives that day, and Arno was one of them. They held his funeral that weekend. I couldn't get myself to leave my room that day, so I never went. A few days later, Arno's father came to visit with some of Arno's things in a box. He was planning on giving some items away to charity but thought that I might want to keep some of them. I took everything. I wanted to cherish his memory.

“He left me his violin and sheet music. One of the sheets had an incomplete piece; Arno was planning on surprising me with something he would've created for my birthday. I saw the sheets and pushed the whole box under my bed. I couldn't bear to touch them for a while after that, but I never stopped thinking about his incomplete music. I hated that he left something open-ended, that he wasn't there to finish it and to play it for me, so I finished it myself. I don't know whether he wanted me to finish it this way, but it was the best I could do. And on my birthday, I played it for him at his gravesite." She sighed. “I... My parents ended up moving me and Herman to the US to help me move on, but I never stopped playing Arno's song. I even joined the music club in high school to keep practising with the violin to get better at playing his piece. I played nothing else; I wanted to do nothing else. But then my teacher told me she had put forward my name for a competition being held across the nation. Fairly known competition too, it was sponsored by the Infinity Initiative. They wanted us to try and wow them, and I didn't know anything other than Arno's song, so I played that. I was 15 when I first went viral, and it was to a song I didn't even compose myself but still had to take full credit for. I even won the competition and won my title as the Infinite Violinist as a result. Things should’ve been better, right? But no. I don’t deserve my title as the infinite violinist, because I’m a fraud. I was discovered because I took somebody else’s property.”

“People praise my skills but… I don’t deserve it. Arno should be here instead, as the infinite violinist, but here I am instead.” She swallowed uncomfortably. This was the first time she had admitted such a thing aloud, the only other time being to her therapist right after winning the competition.

“I... I also have something I found in Marianne's room back at the last trial. A note. I don't know what it says because it's been a very busy few days." She admitted. “However, we can all read it together next time when I do have the note." And with that, Krista grew silent.

Krista waited for a moment, letting people react to her secret before she could continue. That was a lot to react to, and Krista wanted to give everyone enough time to come to terms with her reveals. “I know I shouldn’t be standing here after telling you what I just did but… if there is one thing I hate more than this situation we’re in… is that I hate leaving things unfinished. And so... if there is one last thing I can do for you all… I’d like to finish this concert with a bang! Despair will never win against our hope!”

She pulled her violin up to her shoulder again, looking at Felix. “Whenever you’re ready.” And with that, the duet played together once again. The first set was somewhat a tragedy, in remembrance for those they have lost along the way: Shona, Mondatta, Marianne, Rika, Aleecia… even all the blackeneds.

The second set, however, was the opposite. Where the first was filled with despair and sorrowful pieces, the second set had many upbeat songs to inspire hope and joy in the audience. The concert went on for an hour long, filled with emotion from the two players.

When the concert was finally over, Krista spoke again after thanking everybody for listening. “And now, please enjoy the party!” With that, the party had begun.

Seating Plan

A seating plan created by the infinite goddess matchmaker herself! Each seat is decorated specifically for an infinite so everybody will know which table they're supposed to sit at.

Table 1:
Cyrus, Bliss, Caora, Lucy and Thomas
Table 2:
Felix, Mercy, Max, Noel, Daimyon and Mary
Table 3:
Faith, Alice, Ice, Calvin and Emily
Table 4:
Denis, Braden, Jez and Zach

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Please don't die while I'm gone.

@Aewin

Okay, with all the shit going on, THAT is the last straw. With Aewin leaving, I am officially closing the RP.

@BrokenPromise

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Update: It's almost exam season so it's the time to go on hiatus for a few months till it's over. Will be around the guild maybe. Please don't die while I'm gone.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Everything was far too chaotic. Krista almost wished to return back to the assumed safety of the morgue. At least no one could hurt them in the morgue!

...Oh, wait. That was a lie. Her gunshot wound and Rika’s (dead?) body was proof enough that even the morgue was not safe for them. But was it really a good idea to wander towards the sounds of screams and fighting? They had no choice if they wanted to escape the morgue and head to wherever Mercy was currently stationed.

They could see danger at the intersection between the pharmacy, implant workshop and POD rooms. Krista looked between Cyrus and the intersection. To save Rika, they had to pass through. She shivered, her Junko attire doing little to keep her warm. The blood loss was making her shake in her spot and look almost as pale and lifeless as Rika herself.

Cyrus trudged them along slowly. Not only did he have to pay attention to the state Krista (and Rika, but he’s pretty sure she’s dead anyway) was in, he also had to be on the lookout for the oncoming threat. They were going to need an opening of sorts. Was that even possible?

They had to make a choice. Risk getting in the way of the attack teams, or stay back at the morgue but risk herself dying from the blood loss.

“Should we go find Mercy?” She believed that Cyrus would choose whatever was best for them.

Cyrus nodded solemnly. “You need medical attention, as soon as possible.” He asserted. He preferred if he could’ve taken the medical help to Krista, so she could’ve stayed still. However, this was very much not an option. “Though perhaps we can go to cosmetic surgery. We need that wound tended.”

Krista could faintly remember a time where Cyrus and Noel had been taking inventory of the second floor when they’d gotten access to it. If anything, Cyrus would know where the things were they’d need to deal with her wounds. However, before they could make it to the cosmetic surgery lab however… They’d have to make it past the intersection first.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Expect a post from Krista and Cyrus tomorrow! It's almost done!