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Ito Keiichi (伊藤慶一) (keiito) wrote in disappear_plot,
@ 2010-01-23 21:15:00

Dungeon: The Brave New World
WHO: The Investigation Team, Shadow Keiichi, and a cast of dozens.
WHAT: Going into Paradise and getting back Keiichi.
WHERE: Paradise, duh.
WHEN: Late August
WHY: Because that's how we roll.

Welcome to the Brave New World. I'm Sean, and I'll be your pungeon...err, DUNGEON Master for this ride.

This thread is going to be used for a variety of things throughout the dungeon. When I need to convey OOC information to everyone, it'll go here. There will also be various in character scenes and documents posted here. Some general guidelines to keep in mind.

1. There will be various multimedia used as part of the dungeon, including Powerpoint and PDF. If you can't open such things, let me know, and I'll make arrangements.
2. As of now, the dungeon will take roughly 3.5 days, if all goes according to plan.
3. There should be no squick or traumatic events of the sort that would make people uncomfortable. Unless you are traumatized by Large Ham and puns, in which case, flee now or forever hold your peace.
4. If you can be in OOC chat and dungeon chat at the same time, it would be beneficial.
5. The dungeon IS somewhat front-loaded on exposition. If you can't make day one, and want a summary, I'll put it in this thread.

That should be everything for now. Anything else will go here.

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OOC: SUDDENLY, COSTUME CHANGES!

keiito
2010-01-26 01:07 am UTC (link)

Right after the team enters Keiichi's dungeon proper, they will notice changes to their fellow team members, and most likely themselves as well.

These changes will endure and are irreversible for the duration of the dungeon. Should the team leave Paradise for whatever reason, the changes will revert, but return when the team re-enters. There will be some exceptions to this that will be indicated as we go along.

Unless otherwise specified, everyone is wearing a red and silver colored version of the Nanakamado uniform.

Ikeda Kiriko - Essentially looks as if she just got out of bed. Pajamas (of the tasteful sort you'd wear to class if you were running late), unkempt hair, etc.
Kondo Kozue - Straight hair, now jet-black.
Akuba Maeko - Has a strawberry-shaped pin pinned to her uniform. Also has Misaki pink colored hair.
Satou Kanaye - Two inches shorter than normal. Also has a strawberry pin to match Maeko's.
Tanaka Yuuto - Pierced ears,.
Sakuraba Masami - Hair actually IS purple, beverage in thermos replaced with coffee.
Sagaki Thomas - Red hair, of the Irish sort and a five o' clock shadow.
Ishinomori Toru - Muscular body, increased general size.
Sonozaki Renju - Hair done up in pigtails.
Oubai Kouichisei - Hair is blue, basically looks like Minato from P3.
Yukizaki Seiko - Hair is an electric green color instead of bleached yellow.
Shirai Reizo - Grey hair now tamed and styled neatly, no scarring on mouth.
Tachibana Yoshimi: No glasses, shorter/curvier.
Aoi Misaki - Basically looks as she does without hair dye and contacts.

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OOC: THE PLEDGE OF ITOLLEGIANCE

keiito
2010-01-26 01:53 am UTC (link)

All hail the Emperor, Savior of Iburi
Ito Keiichi, the conqueror of men!

Standeth he tall and proud upon the hill of valor
The man who hath granted us peace and security!

Slayeth he the evildoers who opposed our kingdom
Instituteth he his absolute rule!

Under his rule Iburi hath prospered
Riseth it above all other nations!

The Imperial Banner will protect us
So that we may go about our lives!

And so we pledge our loyalty to his Imperial Grace
May Iburi's glory shine forever and ever!

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IC: Journal Entry #1

keiito
2010-01-26 03:43 am UTC (link)

JOURNAL ENTRY #1
12/05/12

They made me head of the Cooking Club today.

They tried to make it sound like it was a really big honor and everything. That I was the only first year in fifteen years at Nanakamado to be elected president of a club.

I know better than that, though. No one cares. None of the second years wanted it. Most of them don't even come to the club much. They just want to have something on their transcripts.

We get no money from the school. Probably because we don't go out and compete like the athletic clubs. Lord knows if you don't show everyone how great this school is, you don't get anything.

Even the Tea Club gets more funding than we do. I don't understand it.

Well, no more. From this day forward, I'm going to make the Cooking Club something important at school. I'm tired of being laughed at and told to join a real club. I love cooking, there have to be other people that love it as much as I do in the school!

Next year, I'm going to make sure the Cooking Club is the best club in the school!

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IC: Journal Entry #2

keiito
2010-01-26 04:41 am UTC (link)

JOURNAL ENTRY #2

Cooking Club's already turning around! We've got a bunch of new members. Most of them are sort of like the ones we already had, though, but there's one girl who's different!

Aoi Misaki, she's a first-year, and she really seems to like cooking! She agreed to be my vice-president. She's only a first year, but she's easily more passionate than everyone else in the club combined. With the two of us in charge, we'll make things better. I'm going to go before the student council and see if we can get more funding to make a wider variety of things.

...she's also really pretty. Pink hair, kind of short, really curvy. The sort of girl who stands out in a crowd. The sort that I've never really talked to before. It makes me sort of nervous to be around her, sometimes.

Err, enough about that!

So many kids live in the dorms and don't even use the kitchens there! They just make cup ramen for themselves. It's unhealthy, and cooking simple things would be so much nicer than cup ramen night after night.

Maybe if I appeal to the nurse, I can get her to help us ask for funding to help make Nanakamado healthier.

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Journal Entries #3 and #4

keiito
2010-01-30 04:48 am UTC (link)

Fought with Dad tonight. Again. For the...I can't even count how many times.

He wants me to wrestle after Nanakamado. I've known this since I was five. I've helped him out a few times when I've had to.

Why doesn't he GET IT? Why am I a pantywaist for wanting to try and make it in cooking? I know what wrestling's done to him. He's sore all the time. Mom told me he was on pain pills for a while, until he kicked the habit. He loves wrestling. I get it, I really do, but I don't want to be a pro wrestler. I want to be a chef, or if I can't do that, maybe I could learn how to run a restaurant.

And the one thing I could tell him that would actually MAKE him proud is a secret that he can't know. I spend my spare time chasing after my captured friends with a shield made out of a garbage can with nails driven through it and my magical head god.

I wish he could see me fighting. Then maybe he'd understand that I'm not a failure of a son. Maybe he'd get that if I wanted to, I could be all of the things he wants me to be.

But the fact that I don't want to doesn't make me a worse person. It doesn't.

...does it?

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They don't *really* care.

They all say they do, and I'm sure that they mean that. They've been fighting alongside me the entire time, risking their lives just like I do.

But there's a difference. For them, this is a...job, I guess is the best way to put it. It's a responsibility thrust upon them that they'd rather not have. I imagine they'd all trade it away if they could, if there was a chance for them to forget everything they've learned.

And you know what the worst part is? I can't blame them.

Most of them are wealthy. They'll go on to more schooling and run companies. Make even more money. Make something of themselves. Become the sort of people you read about in the newspaper.

Of course surviving this is the most important thing. They've got a world ahead of them.

I'll never be one of them, no matter how hard I try. The only thing that I COULD make a newspaper for no one knows about. No one ever would know. All I've got is a pipe dream to be a chef, when my actual cooking prowess isn't the sort that's going to get me anywhere. But damnit, I'm gonna be a chef!

I save people in Paradise, a world that most of the world doesn't know exists.

They wonder why I'm so willing to rush headlong into danger. They ignore two things. First, it's usually not my INTENTION to do so. It just sort of happens.

Second? Me living or dying? What's it matter in the grand scheme of things? If me dying helps get the job done, it's worth it. For the first time in my life, I've found something bigger than me to be a part of.

...I don't WANT to die. I think everyone thinks I've got some death wish. But the quickest way to get between two points is a straight line. I think Tom's the only one who understands that. Everyone wants to plan around dungeons. Do it on a schedule. OUR FRIENDS ARE IN THERE SUFFERING WHILE WE PLAN. Minimal planning time should be necessary. We should be ready to go in at a moment's notice.

That would require a leader. I'm sure Ikeda wants the job.

Besides, what's that that Kanaye always says? There'll always be a Recarm?

Maybe there will, and maybe there won't. Not like I'll know if there's one there when I'm dead, anyway.

If me dying means the killer's found and the world's safe, I could live with that. Well, not LIVE with it, but...

I wouldn't be good enough for Kozue even if we'd worked out.

I'm not good enough for Dad if I don't do what he wants me to.

I'm not good enough to play any role on the team except HEY, GO HIT THAT THING WITH YOUR SHIELD!

What's left?

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IC: The Adventures of Shadow Keiichi

keiito
2010-01-27 01:01 am UTC (link)

((OOC Note: These are canon, but the characters do not see what happens in them.))

Perched on his ornate throne in the Ito Throne Room (you may not be surprised to hear those words are inscripted above the door leading to said throne room), the being known as the Savior of Iburi, His Imperial Majesty, and Autocrat of All The Iburis looked quite pleased with himself.

"Ah. tis Orientation Day at Ito High School," he proclaimed. He had quite the tendency for proclaiming things, even during times like this where the only person to hear his proclamation was himself. "That means another group of bright, young minds will be inspired by the Pledge of Itollegiance! Truly, twas a great inspiration of mine to create such a noble document!"

Really, this is pretty par for the course for Shadow Keiichi in his throne room. Self-glorification is common. By his watch, it's only an hour or so before he heads to the Ito Imperial Dining Hall to have his midday meal, and be briefed by all of his advisors on the goings on in the kingdom.

He is particularly interested in knowing how the Orientation went.

Surrounded by all of his finery, he is utterly oblivious to what goes on in the outside world. The fact that there is a resistance movement on the ground plotting to try and remove him from power is one that he knows, but he can't help but feel its farsical.

Who would want to overthrow the Savior of Iburi? Iburi was running better than it ever had! People were going about their lives and all was well.

He couldn't understand why rebels and rabble-rousers cared so much about freedom of speech. If the world was fine, why did it MATTER if you couldn't criticize the government? The government did so much for you, after all.

But, there were always some ungrateful ones out there. The rest of the city knew better. It was for them that he governed, anyway.

Reclining back in his throne, the Emperor of Iburi smiled. Today would be a good day. Lunch would be soon.

And then, he'd be able to see how well the heir to his throne was holding up.

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	POST-SHADOW BOSS FIGHT. keiito 2010-01-31 05:06 am UTC (link)
	With the Shadow defeated, that left the team to pick themselves up off the ground, and continue on towards their final goal. Said final goal happened to be crumpled in a ball, being clutched at by Misaki. With the fight over, Keiichi's eyes drifted open, and he groaned, low in his throat, still clutching the piece of notebook paper to his chest. (Reply to this)