The Despair Museum

((This is a closed Dangan Ronpa OC Group, set in a museum))

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THE EXECUTION OF... ANTONIA DELUAR

The whole courtroom fell silent. People who were once arguing against one another turned their heads to face their final verdict. Nia would bow her head. Whether it was in shame, or the fact that she had been caught out was unbeknownst to the crowd of students. A sudden clicking noise could be heard, and everyone turned their attention towards Monotus, who was happily tapping his feet against the surface he was perched on.

The panel that was a few feet away behind Nia’s trial stand opened up, a large chain with an even larger hand on the end of it extended from within it’s depths. Just as quickly as it shot out, it grabbed a hold of Nia, tightening its grip as to not allow any restraint from the acrobat. The chain began to withdraw back to where it came from, taking Nia into what was a blindingly bright white corridor. She couldn’t see much, due to the alarming speed she was being dragged at. The other students tried to see where she had gone, but nothing could be seen except the white corridor that Nia had just passed through.

The hand soon reached its stop, throwing the girl into a dark room. She couldn’t make out what was around her, or what wasn’t around her. She tried to take a step forward, and as she did so, two bright spotlights hit her, causing her to take a few steps backwards. As she did so, one of her feet slipped, almost as though she had run out of floor to step on. As she collected her bearings and regained her balance, the rest of the lights came on, and Nia realised at once where she was.

She was standing atop a very, very tall balance beam. And by very tall, it was around forty feet high. So if she were to fall, it would bring a nasty end to her. She looked across the balance beam to see how far ahead it would be to reach the other side. A good 800 metres. About the length of a running event in the olympics. So Monotus had done his research. He hovered above Nia, almost making her lose her balance as he startled her, telling her exactly what she had to do.

“Well then Nia. You’ve got a crowd to impress. Just make it to the other side~ Goooood luck!” And with that he fluttered up to perch himself nearby. Suddenly the sound of cheering and clapping in background made this feel like a real olympic event. Timidly she took a few steps forward, and as she did so, something shot at her, causing her on instinct to handstand on the balance beam to try and get away from it. However, a sickening sound of something protruding through her leg as she performed the movement, followed by the feeling of something warm dripping down from the thing and an agonising pain ricocheting up her entire body, caused the girl to scream out in pain. She was stuck in the position of the handstand, but just about managed to look up to find that a spike had shot out of a nearby wall and stuck itself in her leg. It soon retracted, and she found herself unable to stand, and she could, it wouldn’t have been for very long. Desperately, she began to crawl across the balance beam, dragging her bloodied leg behind her, since it had been rendered useless at this point. More spikes shot towards her, and sadly for her, she couldn’t get away fast enough. She had been piercing through her shoulder, through her stomach, her right arm and left thigh. She found herself no longer on the balance beam, and instead hovering in mid-air being supported by only the spikes. In another act of desperation, Nia shakily reached out, touching the spike at her stomach, as if it was going to end the pain that flared through her body. In the final moments that she could lay her gaze upon the other students, she locked her gaze with one in particular. Marco Edwards. She couldn’t say much without coughing up blood, so she’d just have to stick with an apologetic look about her. Just as she felt ready to say something, the spikes let go of her, and she was dropped forty feet below.

Before she hit the floor however, a small, glass box was put in place of her fall. It was much too small to fit a human body in straight away, but also barely big enough to fit a contortionist inside. Nia fell inside the box, and two large, metallic hands, smaller but similar to the ones that brought her into the execution chamber, shot out of the walls, grabbed onto Nia, and began to contort her body, in order to fit her inside this box. The forcefulness of being unwillingly contorted, coupled with the already agonising pain she was in, wouldn’t allow her to hold back yelling in brutal agony. At the sheer force of a body doing what not even a contortionist could do, bones began to jutt out of certain joints, the whole sight looking rather appalling. Her tears began mixing with blood, as amazingly she was still alive in the box, which made the whole thing almost terrifying for those watching. She pressed a bloodied hand against the glass of the box, hoping that she could be relieved of this torture soon, or at least this was just a dream.

But this was the brutal, despair inducing reality of it all.

The hands picked up the glass box, taking Nia to what was a giant incinerator. The opened the latch and flames burst out of it, causing the students watching to flinch back in horror, if they hadn’t already. Then, the box was thrown in the flames, the last thing the students saw of Nia was the bloody look of pain and torture. The flames died down, and everything fell into a deep, deep silence.

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Trial times in case anyone's confused~

((Okay, the trial date will be on the 2nd February! Any problems, be sure to message in advance--- 

8pm for Marco (x2), Dai, Peter, Krys, Jana, Josie, Nia, Eliza, Yohto, Eveline (if possible--)

4pm for Akari

12pm for Kouki, Valu

3pm for (Keiko)

2pm for Aikiko

if i missed anyone out im sorry omg!!!!))

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Woah! Two bodies have been found!

A loud booming sound echoes its way through the museum, as if someone were tapping, or in this case, pecking on a microphone. Screens lit up in every room, stopping everyone in their tracks, in complete confusion, if they weren’t aware of what was happening right now. “Hoo, hoo, hoooooo~ I didn’t think any one of you had the guts to actually kill someone.. Let alone twooooo students! And my my, what bloooooody scene already. I like it!!” The owl’s face was lit up in twisted happiness, before he continued on with the rules of what else was to come for the remaining students,

“Lemme give yooooou all a special little help, since this is the first case after all~” he chirped, fluttering his mechanical wings gleefully, “What you have to dooooo is become detectives, you don’t have to work together, but study these two bodies. I’ve sent a hoo-tiful file to each and every one of you, just so you know what happened. Figure out who did it in our sc-hoooool trial, and you’ll all walk away unscathed, except the culprit, who will die a wonderful execution.” His expression soon grew dark and a lot more serious, “Hooooo-wever. Get it wrong, and the culprit walks free. The rest of you will suffer the execution in their place.” Monotus paced further toward the camera, so that his face was the only thing seen on all of the screens.

“Get tooooo it, the trial will be very soon. Hoo hoo!!!” the screen flashed off, leaving everyone to the first murder case.

((alright! first murder’s a double one, sorry about that, basically, you all know how this works, work in groups or whatever, get your evidence down and bring it to the trial. I was hoping maybe the trial could be held on the 2nd, which is next Sunday, however, if that’s inconvenient just shoot me a message, and it can be changed to another date-- Ah yes! if you want to ask any questions about this trial, the only two mods you can really ask are Cat and Georgia, since they’ve got the full story~ Happy investigating!))

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The death of Lotus Tyler.

After seeing the horrific display of Keiko’s body, you begin to look around for any clues leading to her unfortunate demise. On your travels, you open a cupboard door, only to be taken aback by the mangled body of Lotus Tyler, the botanist. Her entire form is riddled with blood and holes where she had been stabbed multiple times, but the blood also has looks like it has been smudges across her, as if she had been dragged across the floor. Not only this, she had a larger, more dented wound at her temple, as if someone had recklessly hit her around the head. Her body looks to have been unceremoniously shoved in such a small space, her bones poking out at impossible angles.

((apologies for having this on the mod blog, Cat is stupid and forgot the login details for Lotus’ blog-))

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The Third Destruction

The sound of an alarm echoes through the museum. Blaring through every exhibit, there seems no way to escape it until once more everyone is gathered in the lobby.

Monotus sits perched atop a display case, silently preening himself for a while. Then, when he feels he's ready, the owl looks up, eyes glinting maliciously.

"Well, looooks like we're finally ready! Soooorry guys but this one tooook a bit longer to prepare than the others- but it's gonna be a hoot!"

The lights suddenly darkened in the lobby, a single ray shining over a screen. Static flickered across it, the image of a white haired girl slowly coming into focus. She looked visibly frightened, struggling against bonds that held her hands behind her back.

On closer inspection, her hands seemed to be attached to the wall by a length of chain, limiting her movement. Out of the blue, the said chain began to retract into the wall, dragging her closer and closer to it. When her back was pressed firmly against the cream surface, unable to move, metal shackles extended out around her ankles, locking her firmly in place. Despite her frantic thrashing, none of it would help her to escape.

The owl audibly cleared his throat, gesturing to the screen. "Well D'amore, looks like she's getting the chop." He giggled, a high pitched noise that could almost make your ears bleed. "I'd like to draw your attention to this." He gestured to a thin line intersecting the wall, at the level of the girl's waist. "Watch closely!"

Through speakers located all around the lobby a faint scraping sound came into existence, the sound of metal on metal. Soon a thin silver disk peeked out of the wall, whirring gently as the serrated edges became a blur. With each swift rotation the blade began to move, all to quickly reaching the girl's side. A spray of red left her body, metal grinding against bone in an effort to saw through. Mindless screeches of agony left the female, intensifying as the blade began to rotate even faster, sawing through the rest of her body in a fantastical display of crimson.

Expression frozen in a look of terror, her body fell limp, only held up by the restraints. Slowly the blade came to a stop. But then, her torso began to lift towards the ceiling, severed clean off of her legs. Organs flopped out onto the ground. Squelches echoed around the room, amplified by the speakers.

Then as the screen flickered to black, Monotus began to clap his wings together. "Woooonderful! Just wooonderful!" He chimed, doing a little dance. "Would've liked some disco music, but what's a bird to do? How does it feel though Marco? I thought you liked bloooood and gore...!"

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The second destruction...

The frustrated owl had perched itself next to the cases. "Looks like yoou haven't been killing." Monotus began to bounce along trailing his wing along the displays. "Hoo this time?" He leaped up fluttering about in the air before landing on one of the cases.

Inside sat the small wallet displaying the picture to everyone in the museum. Monotus laughed jumping back and letting a black box drop on top of the case. "Woo Hoo! Hoow about we treat pooooor Marcoooo!" The insane owl began to make a clapping motion as if he was cheering the incoming destruction on.

A mechanical whirring sound started up slowly getting louder and louder. Eventually a huge crack echoed across the lobby and spikes began to move and spin into the wallet tearing it apart. Pieces of the leather began to flick around, caught in the other spikes. The picture was torn to shreds, some of it still clinging to pieces of the wallet. Eventually the whirring stopped and the spikes disappeared.

The inside of the case set alight like before. The fire consumed the scattered pieces of leather. It danced almost with the smoke filtering out holes in the case again. If you looked towards Monotus he had somehow acquired glowsticks during this complete destruction. 

"Hoo!" He chirped happily. "Happy murdering~"

A small pile of ash and melted plastic was left when the fire had dwindled down.

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Lynne watched in horror as Monotus destroyed her makeup bag. Anger coursed through her veins, and she clenched her hands into fists. Walking forward she glared at the owl. " First you put us in this fucking museum, where the only hope of getting out alive is the price of another's life. Now you've gone and destroyed the one thing I gave a shit about around here...! I'm fed up! Fed. UP!" She lashed out with her arm, connecting a blow with the small bird's face. "I'M NOT GOING TO PLAY YOUR GAME!"

Monotus remained still and silent, his lone red eye twitching ever so slightly. The blow had caused him to stumble to the side, his round form now narrowly balancing on one leg.

"Whooo would’ve thought that to ever have been a good idea…?" He squawked. The owl’s voice was dripping with malice, head slowly rotating around to directly face the blonde. "You’ve done it now toots…" Raising a brown wing, Monotus signalled wildly around the lobby.

"Nibbles! Owl need your help over here!"

A series of cracking and snapping sounds began to echo around the room, soon joined by the sound of something grinding together. Above Lynne the large dinosaur skeleton was coming to life. Jaw snapping, claws stretching, eyeless sockets glaring down at the student. Then suddenly, the beast became fully animated. Throwing its head to the ceiling with a silent roar it stepped forward off of its stand, bones scraping against the floor. For a moment it stopped, observing the surroundings, before its bony maw seemed to morph into a grin.

Without missing a beat the T-Rex’s head bolted downwards, mouth open. Within seconds the skull enveloped the girl’s torso, teeth hovering dangerously close to her flesh.

Then.

Snap.

The beast clamped its jaws shut, severing bone, fat and skin in one bite. A spray of red radiated out from her waist, splattering across the ground as the dinosaur shook its head from side to side to rend her body in two. Anyone close would have found themselves stained with her blood. Relentlessly the dinosaur tore into her, doing all it could to muffle the brief scream that left the girl with the sounds of her body being torn apart. With a squelch and a final crack the T-Rex raised its head, red dripping down between the holes in its skeleton. Lynne’s torso was barely balanced across the front of it’s mouth, partially impaled on its teeth. Meanwhile on the ground her bodiless legs slumped into a heap.

Monotus let out a high pitched giggle, clapping his wings together with glee. "Yooooou see it’s a rule that you can’t be violent towards the Museum Curator! Someone should’ve read their rules. I told you all what was a stake- and this is no game! So you pathetic loooosers better start taking this seriously if ya want to escape…!"

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MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!

Just a quick Merry Christmas to all you wonderful people~ Have a great day!

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THE FIRST DESTRUCTION...

Monotus' sharp voice echoed over the announcement system, his words punctuated with small hoots of laughter. "Looooks like it's time to get the ball rolling here! Hooo is going to be the victim of the first destruction?!"

As people began to make their way into the lobby, the owl was hovering a metre or so above one of the display cases. Behind the glass was a mid sized bag, the purple fabric glimmering ever so slightly in the light. "Well, no need to go out on a wing here, since it appears Lynne is the first one! This is going to be such a mega-scops spectacle! I can't wait any longer!"

Fluttering up a bit further, he did a twirl in the air before casting his wings to the ceiling. 

Instantly the inside of the display case burst into flames, vibrant purple hidden by a mass of red and orange. Smoke began to pour out of small holes in the glass, the owl fluttering down and flapping his wings to dispel any of it that reached him. Soon the fire died down leaving melted cases of make-up amidst the glowing ashes of brushes and the bag. 

Then a faint whirring then came into existence. Like a low hum that was barely audible, both confusing and ominous. If you watched close enough, a rotating blade would push its way past the bag's remains, before suddenly picking up speed as it began to spin. As if was in a blender, the content of the bag would be torn apart, clanking and smashing into the glass as things were thrown into disarray. Coloured powders were flung around, liquids and ashes all splattered onto the case, small cracks appearing where projectiles had hit. "Woo-hoo! This is strixly the best thing I've seen all day!"

Then as if nothing had happened, the blade contracted and slid back down into the display case's bottom.

All that left was the blackened debris from a once loved bag of make-up...

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FIRST MOTIVE - DEAREST DISPLAY

A gentle chime echoed down the corridors, much like that of a wind chime. Quickly the pleasant sound was followed by a certain Owl's eager voice, piercing the air with his shrill tones. "Get your asses intoooo the lobby right now. Hoo knows what quill happen? I bet you’ll be dyin’ to know!" The bird cackled wildly as the sound of doors locking through the corridors made it obvious that they were being forced towards the said lobby.

As the students gathered up Monotus was sat on top of the T-Rex with a tiny camping stove, apparently frying something. The small creature looked up as eighteen souls were finally gathered before him. Excitedly he jumped up knocking an egg, followed by a frying pan, onto one of the students.

"Uhoohoohoo..." Monotus began to giggle as he leapt into the air. A venomous smile spread across his face. "It's has been a little toooo peaceful. Hoooow aboooout we step things up? Yhoo have all been very naughty!" With a little hoot he landed on the ground, his scarf falling like a cape behind him.

"So I will give yoooou a present. Your very owln motive to kill!" The bird chirped while doing bizarre dance on the floor. "We have all of your most prized possessions! Whether it be people oooor objects its anything. One by one we'll get rid oooof them until peoople get soooo scared they'll b(r)eak and begg! " Monotus began to rub itself almost shaking from the excitement shooting through it's tiny mechanical body. "We haaave sisters, birds, (hoo) jewelry, plants, pictures youhooo name it!"

The small creature used its tiny arms again to bob up into the air back onto the T-Rex. "Hooapy murdering fun! Hoo... Hoo..."

((Lets get the ball rolling. So we need to know what each characters most loved people/possessions are. If they would have it with them please also assume it has been stolen. Each of the items are displayed in the lobby In display cases and any ‘people’ are being displayed on a screen which is in the cases. (Livestreaming them in a room somewhere I’m guessing.) Please tell us so we can post the remaining items on display. Cat is arranging this death so if messaged please talk to her and none of the other mods. They have no clue whats happening! If you want to know what is on display just look under lobby on the museum layout.))

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SECRET SANTA PROJECT IS A GO-GO.

Alrighty! So the people who told the blog/any of the mods that they were in the secret santa will soon be placed in the random number generator. Secret santas will be sent via ask, and you must keep it to yourself! Now remember if you did opt for this, do not leave your person hanging. That's an awful christmas present.

and remember this:

HERES THE THING. YOU MUST SEND A PRESENT FROM YOU, FOLLOWED BY A PRESENT FROM YOUR MUSE (ON ANON PREFERABLY) IT DOESN’T MATTER AT THAT POINT IF YOU KNOW YOUR SECRET SANTA, YOUR MUSE DOESN’T!!! 

right let's go!

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"Yo. Shit-head owl." Keiko called, adjusting her sunglasses. "If I fucked the person behind this, would I be able to leave?"

"Calm down there, you whoooooooo-ore, I didn't know you were into that! That would be bestiality, then again, someone like you is probably used to it... And do you really want to woo-hooooo with a robot!? Get out of my sight and play by the rules." Monotus turned to fly away, but stopped as if it forgot to say something.

"Alsooooo, you might want to shower, you smell awful."

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Dai glared at the small creature, eyes narrowing. He seemed a little phased by the revelation that he had to kill to escape- but something else was bothering him even more. "Excuse me, you say your name is Monotus? As in the Otus genus of owls?" He huffed angrily. "You're a weak imitation. What're you meant to be a Eurasian Scops Owl? A Nicobar Scops Owl? Oh my... I cannot believe this... incorrect colouration... and appearance... It's... horrific... unnatural..."

Monotus simply turned to face it's attention towards Dai, who had been ranting over a load of bullshit for quite some time now. Was he really more concerned about the fact that he was an inaccurate owl? Well, this would probably be easier than he thought.

"Listen here, you hooooorrible excuse for a bird bath, if I offend you that much, why don't you go off and kill someone? Make it subtle though. I want a performance out of someone like you." He scoffed towards the taller male.

"Oh, and for your information, feathers in your hair doesn't make for a classy Ornithologist." He then proceeded to flutter off, not caring if he pissed Dai off or whatever. 

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Initiate the Chaos

Out of the blue, deafening sirens blared throughout the museum. They shrieked and screeched, no room escaping their cacophonous hold. The only thing the trapped students would find to ease the pain was to approach the lobby, where the sound would lessen.

One by one, they quickly filtered there, soon leaving the eighteen of them all gathered together. The sounds stopped, and instead a high pitched giggling began to shake the walls.

“Well, looks like things are finally kicking off! I knew I’d eventually get too-whit.”

A small creature was perched atop the Tyrannosaurus’ head, clutching its stomach as it chuckled.

“How’re you all you assholes doin’? Considering you’re caged in I mean. Probably not great then, am I right?” Round eyes glimmering with malice, it slid down the skeleton’s face, tumbling through the air for a moment before flapping its small wings to keep itself aloft.

“Whoooo am I? What is going on? I hear you all cry! Inside your heads that is. Well, owl tell you!”

The little bird finally fluttered down to the student’s height, green scarf billowing behind it as it hovered in the air.

“I’m Monotus! Your friendly, neighbourhoooood owl!” His beak twitched into a little grin. Landing on the ground, he stared at the students with wide, unblinking eyes. “I’m the curator of this museum! This pretty little face will be looooking after you all for the duration of this stay. Now, you all better listen closely, ‘cause that’s not the end of the explanation, and I don’t have much tolerance for pesky hoooooligans who don’t listen to their superiors!”

“If you’ll all kindly reach into your pockets, you’ll find an interactive museum ID. It has some very important information on it. Name. Talent. That kinda crap. But there are also some rules, and a map ‘a this place. You might wanna look at that later, instead of coming down here every time you need to know where hooo are… Those cards also let you back into your rooms, since they’ll be lockable from now on, how lovely. Oh, and no trying to get into other's rooms with your card- it won’t work and I won’t be amused! Aside from this, the other thing you might want to know is how you get outta here. Well, if you don’t wanna live a communal life here for the rest of your days, and you’d have to be barn-y to want that!.” He began to laugh again, single red eye glinting evilly in the dim lights. Eventually composing himself, he ruffled his synthetic brown feathers before speaking once more. “It’s simple. You have to murder one of your fellow museum visitors, your fellow students, and do so without being found out. Don’t worry. I’m a bird of morality and the law, so we’ll hoooold a trial for everyone who dies! Kill ‘em how you like though. Skin them, slice then, shoot them, stab them, whatever. I’m not fussy but owl expect to see a good job.”

Pausing again to preen himself for a moment, Monotus let his words sink in.

“To clarify, if you want to get out of here, kill and don’t be found out. Simple. And don’t expect any help from the outside world. You’re completely cut off. Yoooou think I’d be stupid enough to let any of yoooou sneak out of here..? Whoooops! I almost forgot…”

The owl produced a small book from nowhere, flicking through it’s pages with an interested expression.  “Aha! That’s it! You’re all being observed by hidden cameras, how coo-hoo-l is that? They’re everywhere, so don’t expect me to tolerate any bad behaviour! Now go check the rules, you might want to know them…unless you want to be punished...!” Flapping its wings again, Monotus took off into the air.

“That’s about it! I’m sure this’ll be a hoot…!"

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Announcement Time! (NO DESPAIR YET HOLD YOUR DICKS IN PLACE.)

Whoa! We got an awful lot of close friends in this group, and since your team of mods are stupidly happy around this time of the year, since it’s Christmas and all, we’ve decided we wanted to hold a little festive treat for everyone.

And what better way to do this, than to host a Secret Santa!! (audience applause)

You may be thinking though… How does this work (insert Georgia/Cat/Adam/Deanna here) WELL LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

Basically, what will happen, is those who wish to get involved, leave a reply on this post, with a simple “I’m in!” or otherwise. You’ll then get thrown into a random number generator, and given another person. This must stay between you and yourself, until you’ve sent your person their gift, in which you can reveal yourself via submit. (ooo, that sounds odd.)

BUT. You may also be asking “BUT WAIT (Mod name) WHAT DO I SEND??????)”

Simple! 

You can either send your person, a drabble of your choosing about their character, whether it be cute and fluffy or painful and heart wrenching (Like Cat’s birthday present from Deanna) oR you could really get creative and draw them something! Wow! Mega cool!

BUT HEY. Here’s a thing! If you do opt for it, don’t give up halfway. We don’t want anyone involved ending up presentless… That’ll make us sad. And slightly pissed off. 

Mm.. No due date for these, but preferable before Christmas. Got any other questions??? Message Cat because she’s literally online for 50 years okay is that all? Okay cool. 

EDIT;- Bonus!!!! If you had a hospital character, drawing/writing them in would be an extra special bonus!!! 

EDIT X2;- AH. If you have any requests for things, you could make a little post, almost like a Christmas list, just so your Secret Santa knows exactly what you want.

If you wanna join in, the final date you can say you’re in will be 3 days from now, to give everyone equal opportunity.

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EDIT #45984985398539 UGH;- HERES THE THING. YOU MUST SEND A PRESENT FROM YOU, FOLLOWED BY A PRESENT FROM YOUR MUSE (ON ANON PREFERABLY) IT DOESN'T MATTER AT THAT POINT IF YOU KNOW YOUR SECRET SANTA, YOUR MUSE DOESN'T!!! 

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Announcement Time! (NO DESPAIR YET HOLD YOUR DICKS IN PLACE.)

Whoa! We got an awful lot of close friends in this group, and since your team of mods are stupidly happy around this time of the year, since it's Christmas and all, we've decided we wanted to hold a little festive treat for everyone.

And what better way to do this, than to host a Secret Santa!! (audience applause)

You may be thinking though... How does this work (insert Georgia/Cat/Adam/Deanna here) WELL LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

Basically, what will happen, is those who wish to get involved, leave a reply on this post, with a simple "I'm in!" or otherwise. You'll then get thrown into a random number generator, and given another person. This must stay between you and yourself, until you've sent your person their gift, in which you can reveal yourself via submit. (ooo, that sounds odd.)

BUT. You may also be asking "BUT WAIT (Mod name) WHAT DO I SEND??????)"

Simple! 

You can either send your person, a drabble of your choosing about their character, whether it be cute and fluffy or painful and heart wrenching (Like Cat's birthday present from Deanna) oR you could really get creative and draw them something! Wow! Mega cool!

BUT HEY. Here's a thing! If you do opt for it, don't give up halfway. We don't want anyone involved ending up presentless... That'll make us sad. And slightly pissed off. 

Mm.. No due date for these, but preferable before Christmas. Got any other questions??? Message Cat because she's literally online for 50 years okay is that all? Okay cool. 

EDIT;- Bonus!!!! If you had a hospital character, drawing/writing them in would be an extra special bonus!!! 

EDIT X2;- AH. If you have any requests for things, you could make a little post, almost like a Christmas list, just so your Secret Santa knows exactly what you want.

If you wanna join in, the final date you can say you're in will be 3 days from now, to give everyone equal opportunity.

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I don't even know anymore.

me neither