What Have I Totally Done?

[rionaleonhart]

I don't often post audience participation entries these days, simply because there's not much of an audience left to participate; Livejournal and Dreamwidth are very quiet places! But I'm fretting about various things at the moment (nothing insurmountable, things are probably going to be fine), and I could do with a distraction, so it's worth a try:

Ask any fictional character you think I might be able to manage a question, and I'll reply in-character as them with an answer (or possibly reply as myself going 'WHAT THE HELL, I CAN'T DO THIS'). Feel free to ask either as yourself or as another character.

You may, if you wish, ask multiple questions (perhaps of multiple characters) or attempt to engage the characters in extended conversation. I've attempted to answer as real people in the past, but I'm specifying fictional characters this time, I'm afraid!

(Alternatively, or in addition: name a canon you know I have at some point enjoyed, and I'll dig up and post an extract from the unfinished fanfiction I've almost certainly got lying around.)

Feel free to comment even if we haven't talked in six years! If you're not sure of my fandoms (I have approximately a billion fandoms), my tag list should give you an idea. Although for some reason I have a 'buffy' tag? Don't ask for Buffy; I've seen about four episodes and you'll be disappointed.


To avoid duplicates on the 'unfinished fanfiction' question, below are links to the different versions of this entry (and the list of fandoms I've thus far posted snippets for in each one):

Livejournal: The Mentalist, My Little Pony, Harry Potter
Dreamwidth: The Last of Us, Uncharted, Top Gear, Assassin's Creed, The World Ends With You, Dangan Ronpa, Ghost Trick, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Prison Break

Comments

[squeemu]

Fic for Uncharted! And Last of Us.

Um, also, one of Sully's favorite memories of Nate? And vice versa.

The Last of Us

[rionaleonhart]

I'm afraid my only Last of Us project at the moment is, er, a big weird first-person Animorphs AU, but here you go!



She pointed something at me.

It looked like some kind of gun.

“Stay quiet and co-operate,” she said, “and you won’t be harmed.”

Marlene’s always been kind of a hardass, but this? This was new.

Fuck! Riley exclaimed in my head.

I put my hands up. My first thought was okay, she’s a Controller, and then I thought I couldn’t let her know I knew about Controllers – I had to act scared and confused – and then I realised that wasn’t actually going to be that tough, because I was definitely scared and confused right now. There’s a difference between being told that there are mind-controlling aliens walking around and actually getting held at gunpoint by your mom’s best friend.

“The other one isn’t here,” Marlene said, raising her voice slightly and half-glancing back at the doorway. “She’ll be enough for now.”

Someone stepped into the room.

I fucking knew it, I almost said aloud, but I managed to stop myself in time. Seriously, Ellie, you don’t want them knowing you know about the whole alien invasion thing.

David. Fucking David.

Turn into a fly! Get out of there! Riley yelled at me, and then, Wait, fuck, no, don’t do that. It takes too long. They could just kill you while you’re morphing. Shit, what do we do?

What could I do? Run? Marlene was still pointing a gun at me; I didn’t know whether it could fire bullets or alien death rays or what, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. Morphing, yeah, would take too long, and maybe they’d wonder about Riley after they’d killed me, and I couldn’t make her a target. There were two friends in the room with me, or at least two people I was pretty sure were on my side, but they were both tiny insects. What were they going to do: fly up Marlene’s nose?

So I did the only thing I could: I swore like crazy as David wrenched my arms behind my back.

It didn’t really make me feel any better.

Marlene went out to check the corridor, and David dragged me along behind her.

Okay. Okay, Ellie. You can hear me, right? I’m following you. I’ll get you out of this. Somehow. Shit.

Uncharted

[rionaleonhart]

"Shouldn't be getting you into this kind of trouble. You're, what, eight?"

"I'm fifteen."

"Same thing."

The floorboards Nate is lying on are rough and uneven; he can feel them through the T-shirt plastered to his back with sweat. The room is stifling, way too hot, and the sun is burning in through the high-up dusty windows; he'd probably be a lot more comfortable if he moved into the shade, but the thing is he can't really be bothered. If he turns his head a little, he can see Sully leaning back on the couch, taking out a box of matches.

"Why'd you start doing this?" Nate asks.

"Why d'you think, kid?" Sully gets his cigar lit, shakes out the match, flicks it aside. "Money. Why does anybody do anything?"



(and also, because the above snippet doesn't have any Elena and we can't have that:)



"Nate," Elena says. "It's a shed."

"I was sure this was the right place," Nate mutters.

"It's a shed in the middle of a cornfield. Unless this is some kind of temple to the god of farm implements..."

"Should've known something was wrong," Nate says. "When's the last time we were going in the right direction and nobody tried to kill us?"

[spindizzy]

You beat me to it! I was about jump up and down about Uncharted too.

Sully

[rionaleonhart]

Okay. So the kid comes back from a hard day's pickpocketing or whatever it is he does when I'm not around, and, what d'you know, he's got a lead on the ancient city I've been looking for. He's been sulking the last three days because I've said I'm not gonna take him there - whole place is supposed to be flooded, way too dangerous, he can come on hunts like this when he's eighteen, you've gotta have some standards. But now he's gonna play ball, apparently. So he gives me the lead, waves me off, I head out to find this underwater city.

Lead's no good. I come back after a week of diving for nothing.

He's been to the real place. Cleaned it out. I walk in the door of the place we're squatting and he's sitting on a goddamn throne made of all the loot he's found. This kid I've picked up is a complete asshole.

But he's good.

Nate

[rionaleonhart]

He shaved once. It was amazing.

[marginaliana]

Oh, fic for Top Gear, please!

[rionaleonhart]

Oh, curses, the snippet I want to show you is in a notebook at my parents' house. I'll hunt something else down instead.


"So, Richard," Jeremy says, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Have you shagged Oliver yet?"

Richard looks at him in startled disbelief for a moment, then bursts out laughing.

Jeremy, rather to Richard's alarm, doesn't join in. "You must have thought about it, at least." He goes on, apparently entirely oblivious to Richard’s expression. "Because I am a good friend, I'll send you a webpage on how to go about it if you need it. You don't want the exhaust to cut your cock off because you didn't prepare it properly."

Richard stares at him. "You're actually not joking."

Jeremy gives him an extremely odd look, which is clearly unfair, as by rights Richard should be the only one allowed to give odd looks in this discussion. "You haven't thought about it?"

"Why would I think about having sex with a car?" Richard demands. "I can't have this conversation."

Jeremy shrugs. "You seem very close. I just assumed you'd have considered it."

"Normal people don't do that, Jeremy."

"Normal people don't name their cars 'Oliver'."

Richard, utterly bewildered, mentally flails around for something to say and eventually fixes on, "You've - you've never... have you?"

"The Veyron," Jeremy says, after a very brief pause. "And the Ford GT."

Richard feels as if the ground is collapsing under his feet.

[jecca_mehlota]

I ACCIDENTALLY FFXIV'D ALL NIGHT (in all-caps and bad grammar, at that) also I don't know how to prompt but if you're down for it I might send my girls over here to bicker all over your comments page tomorrow afternoon/evening. Obviously you (or, er, anyone, I guess) could also interact with them?

[rionaleonhart]

I would love to see your girls bickering!

[(Anonymous)]

"(Alternatively, or in addition: name a canon you know I have at some point enjoyed, and I'll dig up and post an extract from the unfinished fanfiction I've almost certainly got lying around.)"

Don't name twenty fandoms, don't name twenty fandoms... oh damnit I'm naming multiple fandoms. (Not twenty, though!) You can just pick one if you want :P But I'm not sure you'll have fic for some of these hence the multiple...

World Ends With You
Ghost Trick
Silent Hill 2 (always a safe fallback option)
Dangan Ronpa
Assassin's Creed

-timydamonkey

Assassin's Creed

[rionaleonhart]

Name all the fandoms you like! I think I may actually be able to give you something for all of these, although I'm cheating slightly on this one; I don't actually have any unfinished Assassin's Creed fanfiction, but I can repost a snippet I wrote for comment_fic recently. This is set during Brotherhood.



“The passage of time is cruel,” Ezio remarks. He turns from the rubble to examine the setup around the Animus. “And strange. What are these objects?”

“Those? They’re computers,” Desmond says. “They’re...” God, he wouldn’t even know how to explain them to someone from his own time. “They’re kind of like libraries, I guess.”

Ezio looks hard at Shaun’s monitor, and then looks harder at Desmond.

“The stuff on here can change,” Desmond says, waving at the screen. “Uh, you remember when you saw Minerva?”

Ezio’s expression clears at once. “Of course. She mentioned you. So you can create the same effects?”

“Not exactly,” Desmond says. “I don’t think our technology’s there yet. But something like that.”

He leads their conversation a few steps sideways, trying to make it look casual, so they’re closer to the statue of Altaïr. Somehow, he feels like Altaïr has a right to be here for this.

“How long did you say it’s been? Five hundred years?” Ezio folds his arms, and when he speaks again it’s almost to himself. “What did history make of Cesare, I wonder.”

“Well, Shaun’d know better than me, but I’m pretty sure we don’t think he was a nice guy,” Desmond says. “You don’t want to know what history made of you?”

Ezio smiles. “If history made anything at all of me, I must have been a poor assassin. And that, I think, is knowledge I could do without.”

“So what if I’d said Cesare was a hero?” Desmond asks, hands in his pockets. “You wouldn’t go after him?”

He already knows the answer, of course. He’s been in Ezio’s head.

Ezio is silent for a moment.

“Cesare murdered my uncle,” he says. “But I feel it is right for me to understand the weight of the lives I take.”

“Desmond?”

Desmond looks over at the entrance. It’s Rebecca.

“Thought I heard talking,” she says, looking around with a slight frown. “You okay?”

He expects Ezio to be gone when he looks back. Ezio is still there, brushing his fingers over the worn feather chest.

“I’m fine,” Desmond says.

Silent Hill 2?

[rionaleonhart]

I just said I might be able to give you something for all of these, but the 'safe' option, surprisingly, is giving me trouble! (I've obviously got assorted Silent Hill crossovers lying around, but you specified the second game.) I went into my old fanfiction folders, going 'obviously there's going to be some Silent Hill 2 fic here - yes, here's one', and I opened the file and it was literally five words:

James can't do this alone.

Thanks, past self.

There are a couple of other snippets, but they're both very, very short. I've probably got more in a notebook at my parents' house somewhere. I'll try to remember to check next time I'm there.


The pocket flashlight flickers and dies. The static from the radio fades slowly into nothing, and somehow the silence is worse.

It is too dark to see.

James brings his hands up to cover his ears and sways a little, back and forth, and wonders if he is going insane.



And also (and I'm very curious about this one):



Up on the observation deck and hand-in-hand with Mary, he pauses, turns back to look towards the town.

I’ve beaten you, he whispers. I win.

The World Ends With You

[rionaleonhart]

“It seems straightforward enough to me,” Joshua says. “I’m evidently your effort to externalise your self-loathing; it’s much easier to concentrate all that anger on a separate entity, isn’t it?”

“It’s definitely easy to get angry with you, if that’s what you mean.”

“That separate entity really should represent your worst qualities for the full cathartic experience, so you rather tripped up by making me so intelligent and charming. Of course, that anger’s actually masking your deep-seated attraction to me, and goodness knows what that symbolises.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Joshua smirks. “Really, what’s stopping you?” He reaches up and undoes the top button of his shirt. For a second Neku just stares, frozen – where the hell is this going? – before Joshua winks at him and rebuttons it. “Nobody can see me; nobody will know what you’re really up to. Touch me, Neku.”

It’s hard to think of something in response to that, somehow; it’s hard to focus. Neku has to look away. “I’m pretty sure people seeing me making out with – with you would be less humiliating than people seeing me making out with the air,” he mutters. He really hopes he’s not blushing. “Not that any of that is happening, ever.”

“You’re telling me I can’t tempt you even if I make myself visible? What a shame.”

“Of course you—” Neku begins, and then he cuts himself off. Maybe this is his chance to prove he’s not crazy. “Okay,” he says. “If you make yourself visible. Maybe.”

Joshua laughs. “I’d love to,” he says, “but, if I don’t really exist, that’s no small challenge. I suppose you’ll have to carry on repressing your desire. It’s a good thing you’re so practised at it.”

“I know you exist,” Neku snaps, trying to stamp out the sudden flicker of doubt in his chest. Joshua has to exist. There’s no way he just imagined those three weeks, and he’s pretty sure he’s not screwed up enough to create this kid who just hangs around and torments him.

But wouldn’t Joshua have called Neku’s bluff if he could?

Dangan Ronpa (contains first-game spoilers)

[rionaleonhart]

(On second thought, I'm editing in a spoiler blackout; highlight to read! I've assumed that you specifically meant the first game.)

“I cannot imagine why you might think I would take any interest whatsoever in your petty affairs,” Togami says. “I have no—” and then he stops.

It occurs to Naegi, after several more seconds of silently wrestling with Fukawa’s body, that perhaps Togami has stopped talking for a reason.

He looks up.

Togami is looking straight at him.

“Well,” Togami says, “I suppose this particular petty affair might catch my interest.”

Naegi starts to shake so badly that he loses his grip and Fukawa slips to the floor. “Sh-she’s not – she fainted,” he says, because it’s the only thing that comes into his head. “She saw some blood and she fainted.”

“Is that so?” Togami asks, his eyes on Fukawa. “I suppose that makes sense, given how profusely she’s evidently been bleeding.”

This is very, very bad. “You – no, you don’t understand—”

“I understand perfectly,” Togami says, shooting Naegi a glare that shuts him up very effectively. “One of you is the murderer, I take it. There are three of us here, after all, and there’s been no announcement.” He looks at Kirigiri. “You, of course. He wouldn’t have the fortitude.”

There’s been no announcement, Naegi thinks. Maybe... maybe there’s still hope.

“This will be a very dull trial,” Togami says. “Two correct votes of five secured before it can even begin. Or should I understand, Naegi, that you will be assisting the murderer this time around? You do appear to be hiding the body on her behalf, after all. Although I can’t fathom...”

He pauses.

“Ah,” he says. “So that’s your plan.”

“C-can you help us?” Naegi asks.

“Hmm,” Togami says. “But a dull trial is still more interesting than no trial at all, wouldn’t you say? And Kirigiri’s execution would certainly be convenient.”

“Convenient?” Naegi echoes.

“Well, consider the opportunity this presents. I only need to target you in the next round, Naegi, and all our little detectives will be cleared out of the courtroom. I’ll be facing a jury of Asahina and Hagakure. Do you imagine they will be difficult to deceive?”

Naegi swallows. He can’t mean it, right? Talking so easily about killing... it’s all been a bluff from the beginning, right?

But he didn’t think Kirigiri was capable of murder, either.

“So we can’t rely on your help,” Kirigiri says.

“You should be flattered that I consider you a threat,” Togami says.

“Do you intend to tell the others?” Kirigiri asks.

Togami smiles. “I intend to stand back and see whether you succeed.”

Ghost Trick (post-game, contains spoilers)

[rionaleonhart]

Two snippets! Which I'm going to put under a highlight-to-read spoiler blackout (Dreamwidth doesn't have spoiler cuts, alas), because Ghost Trick is a game that absolutely has to be played unspoiled.

I don't get to talk to people much now. That's the only problem with this new timeline. That and not getting to see Yomiel often, which is kind of the same thing; Yomiel is technically the only one I've saved now, so he's the only person I know with a core. I've sometimes thought about manipulating people into writing whatever I want to say - probably Detective Jowd, as he'd understand what was happening - but of course I can't write, and something tells me most people don't really want a pet that keeps trying to possess them.

It seems wrong to say I miss the night when I could talk to everyone, considering the reason I could talk to them was that they kept dying all the time, but... I do miss it. A little. Sometimes.



I reach out to her soul, and...

...she's unconscious.

I guess that makes sense; this is only the first time she's died. Sort of.

It's also, sadly, going to have to be the last. I want to bring her back, but what can I do? My powers are different now. I took on Yomiel's fate, and I got Yomiel's power to manipulate living things; that's how I can stay in this body. And Yomiel couldn't rewind time. There's nothing I can do for her now.

Missile could rewind time, of course, when he was a ghost. I probably shouldn't kill him so he can bring Lynne back. He'd insist on it if I gave him the idea, but I still shouldn't.

[hisi_mehlota]

Hi!

I ONLY KNOW PONIES. Ponies are already done! And so I will pose a question.

WHICH IS BETTER: Vana'diel or Eorz(*)ea?


* the z is for zzzzzz.

[rana_mehlota]

Wow.

[spindizzy]

I desperately need to know what Nate and/or Elena think is the most plausible of Sully's non-corroborated stories, if you're still taking these. *_*

Nate

[rionaleonhart]

You can't believe anything Sully tells you. He could say he ate a sandwich yesterday and I wouldn't believe him. So I'm gonna say it's the one where he spent a week in bed with Helen of Troy, because it's not like it's any less plausible than anything else.

[nomelon]

I MISS CHATTING TO YOU ABOUT NONSENSICAL THINGS. IT SEEMS LIKE IT WAS SO FLEETING. But sadly (for me) you are into many things that I know zero about.

So what about Doctor Who. Or Misfits. Or SPN. Or... was that it? PRISON BREAK. Um... I fully support Top Gear and ukuleles as fandoms, but sadly I am out of my depth there too.

Supernatural

[rionaleonhart]

I miss it too! I still look back fondly on teeny tiny Sam Winchester.

I don't think I have anything for Misfits, unfortunately, but I should be able to dig something up for the other three. Here's a little Supernatural snippet! I'm not sure whether you're familiar with His Dark Materials, but I'm afraid a daemon AU's what you're getting.



Dad puts Sam into Dean's arms and drapes Sam's snake-daemon around Dean's neck and—

and—

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can," Dad is saying, but Dean barely hears him. Sammy's daemon is around his neck. You're not supposed to touch other people's daemons, he knows that, and his skin feels prickly all over and Kiel is changing in a blur of feathers and claws next to him.

He carries Sam out of the house, feeling the whole way like he and his baby brother are the same person, like maybe the daemon against his neck belongs to both of them.

Sam's daemon never changes again after that night.

[ruuger]

I don't have enough brain right now to come up with a question to ask, but for the second meme, I'll give you - and this is not at all surprising - The Mentalist :)

[rionaleonhart]

“Maybe you really are psychic.”

“That’s impossible,” he says, so instantly and so sharply that she knows he’s been thinking about the possibility himself.

“Okay, so maybe it’s just your normal deduction thing,” she says. “Although I’m still not sure ‘normal’ is the right word. You’ve been doing this so long, you’ve got to be picking up on things subconsciously by now.”

He shakes his head, and she doesn’t need to have his abilities to see how frustrated he is. “There are things you can’t just deduce.”

“So which is it?” she asks, spreading her hands. “’Cause it seems to me we’re running out of options.”

For a moment he just sits there, not meeting her eyes.

“I’m going to tell you what you’re thinking,” he says, very suddenly.

“Okay,” she says. “I mean, that’s not exactly new.”

“Think of something,” he says, standing up at last and turning to look at her. “Anything. Not something too obvious, like—” and then he cuts himself off with an exasperated hiss. “No, I’m already trying to manipulate what you’ll pick. I can’t stop myself.”

That’s how he does his ‘mindreading’ tricks? Planting thoughts in her head first? She thinks that might be even creepier than the possibility of actual mindreading. “So don’t say anything. I’ll think of something.”

“It won’t be a free choice. I’ve already influenced you just by asking you to come up with something. People become very predictable when they’re trying to be unpredictable.”

“Fine,” Lisbon says. “If I can’t help you, I’m going home.”

Jane looks up sharply. “You’re thinking about whether you can stop to pick up pasta and paper towels on your way back,” he says. “But you can’t remember the store’s opening times, and anyway you don’t like going in there after dark because the lights flicker and it gives you a headache.”

There is a pause.

“You’re psychic,” Lisbon says. “I don’t care what you say.”

Jane drops his head into his hands. “I know.”

[wolfy-writing.livejournal.com]

My Little Pony fic?

[wolfy-writing.livejournal.com]

Also, I a bit want a Waterloo Road/Serangoon Road crossover with none of the actual characters, just the streets having a geographically implausible meeting, but I suspect that's only funny in my head.

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

Are there any Harry Potter or Community extracts lying around?

[rionaleonhart]

I think I've actually finished every Community fic I've ever started, which is highly unusual! But I do have a Harry Potter snippet:


“Dad?” Harry asked quietly, tapping the map with his wand. “Are you there?”

He had already steeled himself for disappointment, and his heart twisted sharply when words began to appear on the parchment. They weren’t from his father, though.

Mr Moony understands that the Marauder’s Map is a possession to be treasured, but regarding it as one’s father may indicate a slightly excessive level of attachment.

Harry took a deep breath, and then another one. He was going to have to say it. It felt a lot like stepping off a cliff.

“Um, my dad helped make this map. Years ago. He was a Marauder.”

There was a pause of a good six seconds before the Map responded. His breath caught at the name.

Mr Prongs finds this highly difficult to believe.

Mr Wormtail accuses Padfoot.

Harry’s heart gave another, much more unpleasant twist when the message from Pettigrew appeared. He was expecting it, of course, but he didn’t want the man who took his parents away to be here, listening, when Harry finally had a chance to get a shred of them back.

Shut up, Wormtail appeared in Sirius’s hand, followed almost immediately by, I mean, Mr Padfoot advises Wormtail to shut up.

[futuresoon.livejournal.com]

Hey Duck, what's life like as a duck these days? Do you miss all the excitement, or do you like the quiet?

Relatedly, when I was looking through your tags list to find something and noticed Princess Tutu, my first thought was "hey, what else has birds that Riona might like? Hatoful Boyfriend". So. I'm just saying.

[rionaleonhart]

Oh, man, how have I still not finished watching Princess Tutu? I need to get on that. (Even if I now have an inkling of how it might end, which is entirely my own fault for taking two and a half goddamn years to watch it. I think I'm going to have to start it again from the beginning. This is no great hardship.)

What I'm saying is, er, feel free to ask something else!

(I went to see whether I had any unfinished Princess Tutu fanfiction I could offer you for the second question instead. Only the one incredibly stupid multiple-way crossover snippet, I'm afraid:

He's read about Duck before. Her dancing is usually clumsy and graceless, but sometimes something will change and she will put on an astonishing performance; it's as if she's an entirely different person.

Daisuke's not sure why Hope's Peak didn't select someone more consistent for the Super High-school Level Ballerina title, but they invited him because he could change into a legendary art thief, so he strongly suspects he's never going to understand this place's selection process.)

[newbie1990.livejournal.com]

The fic you've already posted is all so wonderful! The way you've executed the ideas is excellent!

Um, Phineas Nigellus: The worst and best things about Hogwarts?

Patrick Jane (in the context of your fic, because the fic is interesting and maybe it'll inspire you): What will you do now you're actually psychic?

Phineas Nigellus (living)

[rionaleonhart]

The best thing about Hogwarts is, of course, its handsome and intelligent headmaster. The worst thing is that for some reason it's full of children.

Awkward introduction is awkward

[nadramon.livejournal.com]

Hello. Sooo, you said it was okay to comment "even if we haven’t talked in six years," but what if we haven’t talked, ever?

Well, I figured it was as good a time as any to drop a comment and say hi after about two years of stalking your journal in silence. (That’s not creepy at all.) I found it after reading your ‘Select Player Two’ fanfic on FFnet (still one of my favourite TWEWY stories, by the way), and we seem to have a lot of fandoms in common, so I stuck around. I really should have posted a review for the fic, sorry…

Anyway, on to the questions:

So, Joshua, did you keep Neku’s headphones as a souvenir after the Game? Also, where the heck was Mister Hanekoma in 'Kingdom Hearts 3D'? Last question for you: your other self seems to be on pretty good terms with executive producer Shinji Hashimoto; could that mean that your other self played an active part in the realisation of your story?

(You did mention that last point in one of your TWEWY posts; couldn’t help it, it made me curious.)

And since we’re free to ask as a fictional character:

Daisuke’s mom: Satoshi Hiwatari, what a pleasant surprise! Can I have a word? Thank you. I just happened to come across seven hidden cameras while cleaning the house. Three of them were in my son’s bedroom. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?

(Conversely, Princess Tutu is one of the greatest anime of all time and you should definitely watch it in full. If you still want to write that Dangan Ronpa/Princess Tutu/DNAngel crossover afterwards, I would love to read it.)

Take care.

Re: Awkward introduction is awkward

[rionaleonhart]

A NEW PERSON. Hello! I'm extremely pleased to meet you, particularly as you appear to be a fan of The World Ends With You, Kingdom Hearts, Pokémon, DN Angel and Princess Tutu (and possibly Dangan Ronpa?). Congratulations on your excellent taste! I am friending you immediately, although of course you're under no obligation to reciprocate. (And I'm glad you enjoyed Select Player Two!)