(Canonpoint for these three prompts will be Blue Ending! also, minor cw for self harm in the second prompt)
Name: Jupiter | (The Storm or Tumultuous; whatever title y'all wanna go with.) Age: 17 | Species: Human. | Occupation: Summer Scout. Likes: Sports, schoolwork, working hard, being good, doing good things, being touched. Dislikes: Unrealistic expectations, the Summer Scouts, agitating things, being looked up to, being touched. Trivia: She's a perfect role model, except for how she always misses the winning goal and she always blanks on the last question.
waking up
[...You know, it probably isn't comforting that the last thing she remembers is Neptune absolutely going to town on poor Venus, the more Jupiter thinks about it. Even as she wakes up in a plush bed--probably the best bed she's slept in for a while, if she's being perfectly honest. Full offense to the Summer Scouts.
But this isn't where she's supposed to be, and she's pretty sure this isn't heaven. Not like she'd be able to get in there anyway, but Jupiter tentatively opens the door of the apparent dorm room she's in, and looks around at the people around her. This is...okay, this is a lot. This is kind of a lot? Jupiter walks out of her room among the cacophony of people, and--
Whoops, she isn't watching where she's going and bumps into someone! That someone may, in fact, be you. Jupiter's quick to jolt back, a little startled, but she plays it off quickly.]
Ah, sorry. [Always say sorry, it's just polite--] You got any idea what's going on here?
[Her tone's about as casual as ever, but she's definitely a little more than ill at ease.]
motive
[It's at least been a week since this game has started, and on the surface at least, Jupiter seems fine. She's definitely every bit as go-getting as her profile implies; while she definitely hasn't felt a need to take the lead among everyone here, she's the first to offer suggestions, playing it off casually and trying not to take too much credit. Much like the party that was held last weekend; something she'd brought up on a whim, and it seemed to go over well. Jupiter is doing her best to keep everyone calm, and she's always got an ear and a little casual advice, but she's...definitely a little more than high strung.
And nowhere is this more apparent than when their captor calls them down to give them an incentive to kill. It's a simple thing; an envelope with a picture inside. Of the worst possible thing that could happen, because they aren't there to stop it.
Jupiter doesn't even need to open her envelope to know what's inside, and yet, she does anyway. And there's Venus, dead on the ground while Neptune rampages, and it's--
Snap.
Jupiter snaps her bracelet against her wrist, and looks around at the others. The rest of them are probably taking it pretty badly too, right? Once they all separate, she'll be looking out for everyone else; if you happened to be reacting badly to this, well, Jupiter's going to be trying to check in on you. Is this because she's trying to ignore her own problems? Absolutely. Is that the sole reason she's doing this? No, it's because it's a good thing to do. The right thing to do. It's what good people do.
So, where ever you are, you'll be getting a knock on the nearest surface--be it a door or the side of a wall, and--]
Hey. You got a second?
[It's tentative, at least. Casual as ever.]
(not at the) afterparty
[Two people died today.
That's what weighs on Jupiter's mind, a hammered in fact that isn't going to leave. Two people died, because they couldn't stop someone from killing. Because they weren't good enough, she wasn't good enough to try and stop them, even if it reasonably wasn't her fault because there's nothing one can do in these kind of situations, it seems.
And yet, they all voted to send the culprit into the pit, and Jupiter's never felt more sick in her life. Someone's set up an afterparty, and Jupiter would be utterly remiss to not help out a bit. In any normal circumstance, she would.
But right now, as she holes herself up in the library, the last thing she wants to see is people. She's curled in on herself on one of the couches in here; hugging herself like this has always been a comfort. It's the only comfort she has, at this point. But if she happens to see you enter, Jupiter's gaze will fall upon you for only a moment before staring out into space again. It takes a moment, but...]
...You think we're going to hell, for what we did today?
[...That sure is a question. If you've talked to her before, it might not be too much of a surprise, considering what she's said of the Summer Scouts and at least a little bit of casual talk about religion. But...yeah, this is a mess.]
generic murdergame prompts (general)
Age: 17 | Species: Human. | Occupation: Summer Scout.
Likes: Sports, schoolwork, working hard, being good, doing good things, being touched.
Dislikes: Unrealistic expectations, the Summer Scouts, agitating things, being looked up to, being touched.
Trivia: She's a perfect role model, except for how she always misses the winning goal and she always blanks on the last question.
waking up
[...You know, it probably isn't comforting that the last thing she remembers is Neptune absolutely going to town on poor Venus, the more Jupiter thinks about it. Even as she wakes up in a plush bed--probably the best bed she's slept in for a while, if she's being perfectly honest. Full offense to the Summer Scouts.
But this isn't where she's supposed to be, and she's pretty sure this isn't heaven. Not like she'd be able to get in there anyway, but Jupiter tentatively opens the door of the apparent dorm room she's in, and looks around at the people around her. This is...okay, this is a lot. This is kind of a lot? Jupiter walks out of her room among the cacophony of people, and--
Whoops, she isn't watching where she's going and bumps into someone! That someone may, in fact, be you. Jupiter's quick to jolt back, a little startled, but she plays it off quickly.]
Ah, sorry. [Always say sorry, it's just polite--] You got any idea what's going on here?
[Her tone's about as casual as ever, but she's definitely a little more than ill at ease.]
motive
[It's at least been a week since this game has started, and on the surface at least, Jupiter seems fine. She's definitely every bit as go-getting as her profile implies; while she definitely hasn't felt a need to take the lead among everyone here, she's the first to offer suggestions, playing it off casually and trying not to take too much credit. Much like the party that was held last weekend; something she'd brought up on a whim, and it seemed to go over well. Jupiter is doing her best to keep everyone calm, and she's always got an ear and a little casual advice, but she's...definitely a little more than high strung.
And nowhere is this more apparent than when their captor calls them down to give them an incentive to kill. It's a simple thing; an envelope with a picture inside. Of the worst possible thing that could happen, because they aren't there to stop it.
Jupiter doesn't even need to open her envelope to know what's inside, and yet, she does anyway. And there's Venus, dead on the ground while Neptune rampages, and it's--
Snap.
Jupiter snaps her bracelet against her wrist, and looks around at the others. The rest of them are probably taking it pretty badly too, right? Once they all separate, she'll be looking out for everyone else; if you happened to be reacting badly to this, well, Jupiter's going to be trying to check in on you. Is this because she's trying to ignore her own problems? Absolutely. Is that the sole reason she's doing this? No, it's because it's a good thing to do. The right thing to do. It's what good people do.
So, where ever you are, you'll be getting a knock on the nearest surface--be it a door or the side of a wall, and--]
Hey. You got a second?
[It's tentative, at least. Casual as ever.]
(not at the) afterparty
[Two people died today.
That's what weighs on Jupiter's mind, a hammered in fact that isn't going to leave. Two people died, because they couldn't stop someone from killing. Because they weren't good enough, she wasn't good enough to try and stop them, even if it reasonably wasn't her fault because there's nothing one can do in these kind of situations, it seems.
And yet, they all voted to send the culprit into the pit, and Jupiter's never felt more sick in her life. Someone's set up an afterparty, and Jupiter would be utterly remiss to not help out a bit. In any normal circumstance, she would.
But right now, as she holes herself up in the library, the last thing she wants to see is people. She's curled in on herself on one of the couches in here; hugging herself like this has always been a comfort. It's the only comfort she has, at this point. But if she happens to see you enter, Jupiter's gaze will fall upon you for only a moment before staring out into space again. It takes a moment, but...]
...You think we're going to hell, for what we did today?
[...That sure is a question. If you've talked to her before, it might not be too much of a surprise, considering what she's said of the Summer Scouts and at least a little bit of casual talk about religion. But...yeah, this is a mess.]