Ride the Cyclone RP? Human OCs only, No killing each other (y'all're already dead anyways)

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Toby: *Frantically looking around* "Where the hell are we?!"

*The porcaline went scccccccrrrrrap against her neck as she looked back at Toby, although this time she moved more of her body to aid in lessening the sound. her head stayed completely stable, like an owl or a bird's does, and Toby noticed that she held the doll even just a little tighter to her chest*
Constance: *trembling* . . . did anyone else just pee themselves a little? *everyone looked at her with varying levels of 'wtf -_- ' on their faces* me neither . . .
Karnak: meet Constance Blackwell *fanfare* Catchphrase;
Constance: "Sorry"

Toby: "Well that was a lame catchphrase...Better than Ocean's but still lame."

*Toby walks towards Karnak*

Toby: "Mind explaining what that THING is and why it's in here with us?"

*He points at the mysterious girl*

Toby: "And why is she so...unsettling? Eugh..."

Karnak: Well, why don't you ask her that? *creepy music started to play, as the girl walked forwards with her stiff, unbending limbs*
???: "Jane Doe" was what the coroner said. they found my body, not my head. no parents came and so they never learned my name, or who I used to be. my life? and unsolved mystery *she looked slowly around in an arch, the choir now accompanying her monologue with 'ooh~ ooh~ ooh-ooh~'s of different pitches* from ashes I was made, and ashes I return. and so, I walk alone and wonder "why?"; Why~? Whyyyyyyy~? Why~! *the music faded out as she hit an oparatically high note, fading to nothingness*
Constance: I'm getting really freaked out right now *the doll-girl, Jane Doe, looked at Constance sharply and turned towards her*
Jane Doe: Do you want to know what really freaks me out? *Constance squeaks and cowers back as Jane leans close to her*
Constance: *meekly* no, not really kinda ever, sorry . . .

Toby: "...I wonder if I can kill myself again after I already died."

*His voice drips with sarcasm as he shuffles past Jane Doe and back towards the choir*

*uuuuuuuunfortunately for Toby, Jane Doe seems to have taken a liking to him and followed him like a little, creepy puppy. Noel shared a look with Mischa and they snickered slightly, Ricky being the only one to actually give Jane Doe a small smile when she looked at him*
Karnak: Fortunately, you cannot. now that you're all here, it is time for me to reveal the Grand Prize *curtains opened behind them, curtains with a portal behind that seemed to draw everyone in* the person who wins will get the ultimate prize; the chance to be brought back to life

*Toby looks at the portal and immediately becomes cooking up a plan.*

Toby: "So you're telling me all we have to do is play your dumb game and we get our lives back?"

*Toby slightly shuffles away from Jane Doe*

*Finally, the girl seems to take the hint, and she stops trying to move closer to Toby. somehow, her expressionless face looked sad and she looked down, holding her doll tighter. the curtains closed and everyone snapped out of it*
Karnak: Whoever wants to win it the most shall redeem the loser in order to complete the whole
Ocean: But what does that MEAN? that doesn't make sense!

*Toby is a bit surprised that for once Ocean is saying something smart*

Toby: "Yeah, quit beating around the bush and give it to us straight. It's been about ten minutes and I'm already tired of this speaking in riddles and metaphors bullshit."

Karnak: Ocean Rosenberg . . . You're first
Ocean: Why
Karnak: oh no, if only you hadn't burned up those questions at the top
Ocean: It’s just, when you tie the room together… I think Constance is going to seem like the natural choice for that slot.
Constance: you want ME to go first?!
Ocean: Oh, if you insist, *she turned back to Karnak with a bright tone* um…Mister Whatever? I think Constance and I are going to tradesies.
Karnak: *flatly* No Tradesies *Ocean, clearly frustrated, just continued stubbornly*
Ocean: Well I’m happy about that actually. Sure, I’ll go first. I just want to say two things…First, I don’t know how it is in your culture, but in ours, playing games where peoples’ lives are on the table? Super illegal. Second, so inspiring. That a man encased in a literal box, has learned to think outside of it.

Toby: "I don't think the law matters when we're...y'know...ALREADY DEAD? Besides, he's a super weird box guy who looks...oddly familiar...but he's our only shot at coming back to life. So are you gonna complain, or are you gonna suck it up and deal?"

*Noel actually seemed a fair bit happier hearing that said, straightening up and walking to the center*
Noel: *taking a deep breath* Fine! In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan, but... in my dreams... I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in Post-War France… *the music backing Noel's words swelled and he began to sing, just like what happened with Ocean* A hooker, with a heart of black charcoal~
*Insert Noel's Lament here*
Noel: If I could have just one dream
All - Noel: if he could have just one dream
All: I'd/he'd be that fvcked up girl!
Mischa, Ricky, Toby: Hey!

*Toby begins scooting towards Jane Doe, away from the other members of the choir*

"Y'know, that song wasn't terrible...The kiss though was very...eugh...Just glad it wasn't me."

(Funnily enough, Noel's Lament is in my top 3 for my favorite songs of Ride The Cyclone.)

(Noel's Lament is actually not a lament; a lament is characterized as a plea or expression of woe, not a continuous story. a song with a continuous story is called a ballad, regardless of the song's style or feel. so, technically speaking, Noel's Lament is actually a ballad, and The Ballad of Jane Doe is actually a lament!)

*Jane Doe nodded, holding her dolly close to her chest as the others began to speak amongst themselves*
Mischa: That! Was! Dope! yo! *he turned to Ricky, who had sat down to play the accordion at some point or another* Ricky! You play squeeze keys mad wicked awesome!
Ricky: Heightened abilities. I can play the accordion now. *Ricky played a skilled accordion solo* Level up!
Ocean: I champion Noel’s journey of sexual discovery… but he dropped the f-bomb, in the actual chorus!?

(That's hella ironic 😭)

Toby: "Ocean, quit being a f**kin' baby. You've heard curse words before. Besides, at least his song wasn't about insulting his choir mates..."

(Sure! Noel'll go and then Toby? that ok?)

Noel: oh sweet Jesus Christ on a Bike! move over, darling *Noel snapped and the spotlight changed to be on him, making the accidentally blinded Mischa swear in Ukrainian*
Karnak: Noel Gruber, born March 5th, Pisces: sign of Passion Favorite ride: the Ferris wheel. Very early on in Noel’s life… his mother realized two things. (Beat) The second was his penchant for all things nihilistic. While other children acted out Harry Potter, Noel acted out French New Wave Cinema. In Grade seven… During the Saint Cassian Christmas Nativity pageant, Noel was suspended for suddenly breaking into this excerpt from “Waiting for Godot”
Noel: There is no room at this Inn, for it is Christmas… Shall we hang ourselves?
Jane: I hear it gives you an e-rec-tion
Noel: Than we must hang ourselves . . . Immediately
Constance: Or we could just go to the manager Joseph

(I'm cool with that!)

Toby: "I mean, this story is a step up from breast milk cheese sandwiches...eugh...nasty...Continue please!"

*Toby takes off the halo headband he put on against his will to enact the scene with the others*

Karnak: Aspiring Iconoclast, enfant terrible…Noel Gruber, the most romantic boy in town *Noel stepped forwards and took a deep breath before beginning his preamble*
Noel: I’ve seen the movie the Blue Angel about a billion and one times…. If there is something better on this earth than Marlene Dietrich playing Lola Lola (The heartless booze hound harlot) I don’t even want to hear about it…. I tried to go as her every year for Halloween—I always chickened out… And I’d go as something like C3P-O…but in my heart, I was Lola Lola, dressed up as C3P-O… that was always my Halloween costume’s subtext. *Noel paused, shifting almost uncomfortably* Mom tells me I've got to try to blend in, so I tried really hard to dial it back… I had to…we live in a town where every year on July 11th when Seven Eleven gives out free Slurpees it’s like seriously the major cultural event of the year…. I’m not even making a joke right now. It’s like, a Slurpee Woodstock. I was born in the wrong town, the wrong country, the wrong era! I wanted to feel, go***mn it. I wanted bad love. I wanted a man that would drive me to drink. I craved dissipation. I wanted to wake up in an alleyway in my own vomit, missing teeth. I wanted to drink myself to death on the cup of life... "Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all." Jean Genet. I was a sexual provocateur and a novelist, who never wrote a novel...or had sex....

(GUESS WHAT?! CHICKENASS!! AHAHAHAHAHA- No but fr you gud?)

(Yes, I’m so sorry TwT I’m at the end of the school year and am also in my two weeks of prep for opening a professional play)

(Its near the end of my school year so Iont really blame you :sob:)

Noel: *aghast* No! *Karnak turned his head to look at Noel, startling him into speaking* I worked at the Taco Bell, in the food court of the Mega Mall just outside Uranium City. *his tone became defeated* I had to work somewhere, we had no money, I was saving up to move to France.
Karnak: They named a meal after your passing, “The Noel Gruber Hungry Hombre Meal”. *Noel looked out, horrified* They catered your funeral for free. They even played Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” *the gay boy gasped* on the bagpipes *Noel looked as if he was about to faint and Ricky, sitting close to Noel, offered over one of his crutches for support*

Toby: "I would hate having a Christiana Aguilera song played at my funeral...But having a meal named after me doesn't sound too bad..."

*Toby sighs, now unable to stop thinking about Taco Bell*

Toby: "I'm so hungry right now...Or am I? Can I still feel "hunger" if I'm dead?"

*Noel did not take up Ricky's offer, crossing his arms and pacing*
Noel: Shut up Toby! I only said I liked that song once. Ironically. A joke was my final song... All those wasted hours in that horrible mall dreaming of –
Karnak: I feel this is a perfect occasion for a song about affordable Mexican cuisine. Cue the mariachi band! *Cue the mariachi band, playing from nowhere just like before*
Noel: *snapping indignantly* I don't wanna sing a song about that!
Ocean: Ooh! Ooh! If he doesn't want to sing, I-!
Noel: Goddammit! Can you keep it in your pants for two seconds, you horrible Succubus

*Toby begins cackling at the insult, feeling as Ocean needed that humbling clap back*

Toby: "HAHAH! Okay, I think I have a new favorite person here..."

Toby: "Wow...Now that's a pretty interesting story...Take notes, people. But I feel like something's missing..."

*His eyes flick to the wall behind Noel, which is now a picture of him in his Taco Bell uniform*

"That would be it. I remember pestering you for free food, WHICH YOU OWED ME!"

Ocean: oh, fudge you Toby! *Ocean walked over to Karnak as the machine began to recap her life*
Karnak: Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, born December 22nd, Capricorn, the ambitious nature. Favorite ride: the Bumper Cars. Ocean was born into a family of far left of center humanists who moved to Northern Saskatchewan to live a carbon-free lifestyle. The hemp needle-point sign above the household’s toilet read: “If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it's brown… scoop it out with your hand and put it in the compost”. Yet in between all the drum circles, Marxist parables, and cheese sandwiches made of human breast milk… Ocean could never shake the feeling she was the white sheep of her family. It was only at the age of eight, when she found amongst her parents' record collection an album called “Up with People”… the cloying positivity of this pro capitalist gaggle of teen crooners brought tears to her eyes. Perhaps the peppiest thing Halliburton has ever produced. High school president, straight A student, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg… the most successful girl in town

Toby: "Wow...That was...One of the most boring stories I've ever had to sit through...Glad its over though..."

*Ocean ignores Toby as Mischa snickered and nodded in agreement. Jane Doe sat next to Constance and Ricky, Constance looking thoroughly creeped out right now as the emotionless girl played with one of her twin buns. the headless doll sat in Ricky's lap and he awkwardly tried to move Jane Doe's hands off of Constance's hair*
Ocean: Look, I’ve seen enough reality TV to get what you want us to do here… Who’s the best? I mean sure, grades, humanitarian efforts, extracurricular activities, prestigious university, spiritual mastery of both Judaism and Catholicism-Nailed my Confirmation and Bat Mitzvah, in the same week. And I’m not even bragging about that because it’s against my Buddhist beliefs…I am the best here, by any metric of society I get that…. (trembling voice) …but if that’s how worth is measured, I want no part of it! Look… some of us are left wing, some of us are right wing… but the last time I checked it takes two wings to fly!! We are community! We are Family! We are the World! *Constance clapped enthusiastically while Noel rolled his eyes, the others clapping half-heartedly/unenthusiastically. Jane Doe tilted her head and mimicked Ricky clapping in confusion; she was like a little kid, huh?*
Karnak: *flatly* Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg heroically concedes *Ocean froze, eyes opening wide as she looked at Karnak so quickly Toby was surprised she didn't break her neck*
Ocean: *quickly* She does what?

*Toby laughs at her, unable to hold back his laughter from her reaction.*

Toby: "BWAHAHAHA! Okay, this really sucked before, but it's starting to get so much better! Nice job blowing your shot at revival, Ocean. Couldn't keep that blabbermouth shut to save your life... Literally."

Ocean: I'm just trying to prove I'm a good person!
Karnak: Duly noted, Next *suddenly, music started playing, and everyone felt the strange feeling that this was . . . normal feeling? like, it didn't feel strange*
Ocean: *singing* No Nooooo! What the world needs, is people like me, to keep it all spinning around. I'm the mover, I'm the shaker, I'm the headline maker, mmm~ I get up; I get up! and no one's gonna keep me down
~Cue the rest of What The World Needs~
*Ocean is on top the human pyramid, with Toby in Mischa's usual spot and Mischa stabilizing Ocean*
Ocean: What a rush! Who's next? *the pyramid dissolves, everyone stepping off each other quickly as Ocean smiles*
Karnak: Perhaps now would be a good time to say that whoever is brought back to life, will be brought back by a unanimous vote from each and every member of the choir *Ocean goes ghost white, green eyes wide as saucers*
Ocean: *horrified* wh-what?
Karnak: Whoever comes back needs a unanimous vote from the choir
Ocean: *panicking* But if I had known that, I wouldn't've-
Karnak: You wouldn't have called every one of your potential judges a loser, crowing about your superiority in song, culminating in you standing on top of them in a human pyramid? *The fortune telling machine turned its head to face the mortified Ocean* That did strike me as an unorthodox strategy

Toby: "First of all, GAG! WAS I IN A MUSICAL NUMBER STARRING OCEAN?! YUCK! Second of all, it's like I said, Ocean, you seriously need to know when to shut up."

*He sighs, shaking his head at her.*

Toby: "To be honest though, I wouldn't have voted you either way soo..."

Mischa: *nodding in agreement* YA z·hoden z Tobi (I agree with Toby) *Ricky looked away when Ocean tried to meet his eyes and Noel crossed his arms*
Ocean: *to Noel* . . . What?
Noel: *shocked* "What?"! You just told your 'best friend' that her greatest achievement in life with to be an organ donor *Constance blinked, as if comprehending the insult for the first time*
Constance: I’m usually more of a melody person, less of a lyric person-truthfully… “Organ donor”? Is that what you said?
Ocean: *frantically trying to do damage control* I was in the moment! sorry Constance, I didn’t mean-
Constance: *wounded* Aw, it’s okay… it kinda really super hurts but- *mysterious music cut Constance off as Jane Doe stood on a box*
Jane Doe: *voice echoing* Do you want to know what I find kind of really super hurts? *everyone stared at her and Constance shield away from the porcaline headed girl*
Constance: . . . Maybe later, thanks . . . sorry

(Sorry for taking so long to respond. I was trying to think of how to)

Toby: "Well, that was Ocean's turn...Who's gonna go next? Well, who besides me, because I refuse to embarrass myself like this. I may be dead, but I still have a rep as a normal person to uphold."

(That's ok! Do you have a specific song you would like to insert here as if it was Toby's, or a few like lyric-esc lines?)

*Suddenly, music started playing, a spotlight landing on Toby. everyone looked at Toby, Ricky giving the other boy a sheepish smile*
Ricky: Your turn, Toby . . . ?

(Not exactly? I can try to figure something out, but idrk what to use yet would you mind going through one more person to give me time)

Toby: "NO! NO! I AM NOT SINGING ABOUT MY DUMB LIFE OR FANTASIES! NO!"

*His arm movements are VERY exaggerated, trying to make clear that he is entirely off board with this*

(If you need me to do it now tho, I can find something.)

(I don't wanna do the catchphrases cause they're so long sometimes, so we're just gonna pretend ^w^)
Mischa: *stumbled back after saying catchphrase* woah . . . that was waaack . . . *Ocean looked at Karnak*
Ocean: hi, Mr. Fortune-Man! um, what is this?
Karnak: Meet Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg *Ocean placed her hands on her hips in a proud, almost superhero like pose* Catchphrase;
Ocean: Democracy Rocks! *She stopped, stepping back and turning to Karnak in shock* what the heck was that?
Karnak: your catchphrase
Ocean: no, I mean my body moving on it's own
Karnak: for the sake of time I have taken the liberty of choreographing some of your movements. don't bore us, get to the chorus *Karnak turned his head to face Ocean, staring at her with empty yellow eyes* but I assure you, your will is your own

*Toby is just so lost and confused...*

Toby: Okay, you guys have fun with that. I'm gonna sit back here and not be apart of this...

Karnak: Meet Toby {Last-Name-Here}. Catchphrase;

*He strikes a pose with his hands in his pockets*

Toby: "You couldn't pay me to be nice...Well, you actually probably can't afford it."

*He stops and then looks around*

Toby: ...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

*Ricky, Constance, and Ocean all looked at each other, surprised. Mischa whistled lowly while Noel smiled and put a hand to his chest as if taken aback*
Noel: ooh, a sassy boy~ *the brunet walked over to Toby flirtatiously* I love a sassy rich boy
Karnak: Meet Noel Gruber *Noel put one hand to his hip and the other up in a dramatic gesture* Catchphrase;
Noel: "Being the only gay man is kindof like having a laptop in the stone age. I mean sure, you can have one . . . but there's nowhere to plug it in!" *Noel jumped and shook himself, although as he walked off towards a corner Toby swore he heard the boy say something along the lines of 'at least mine wasn't horrible'*

Toby: Yeah, yeah...Cause your line was SO much better than everyone else's. If you guys need me, I'll be hanging out by myself in the corner.

*He manages to find somewhere dark to sit by himself*

(OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS!)

*Ricky and Constance make their introductions while Toby successfully finds a corner to hide in . . . *
*Only to be immediately startled by another figure already there*

(LOL SAME I STUMBLED ON IT WHILE LOOKING FOR SOME RPS)

*Toby sits on their lap and then immediately jumps up, yelping from being startled*

Toby: JESUS CHRIST, IS ANYTHING NORMAL IN THIS HELL HOLE?!

*The girl tilted her head, blinking asynchronously as she stared with a blank expression. when she blinked and moved, Toby could hear the soft scratching of porcaline, and here eyes were pitch black and empty. in her arms she held a headless, porcaline doll- . . . oh . . . that made sense now . . .*
???: *hauntingly* who are you? *a sudden spotlight illuminated the two as Karnak called out something about a "mystery contestant", making the girl turn her head towards the others with that same, soft, scraping sound*

*Toby cringes at the sounds of the scraping, covering his ears as they start to hurt from the noise*

Toby: Can you control that horrible sound that's coming from you?

Ocean: I- I don’t know! *The other members of the choir looked at each other nervously when a voice you’d never heard before echoed in the dark room*
Ricky: . . . Well this is strange

Toby: Wait...Who said that? It was me or Noelle or Mischa...Wait...RICKY, YOU CAN TALK?!

Ricky: well it certainly appears that way *he looked around before grinning happily* badass *an ominous voice is suddenly heard in the darkness*
Karnak: greetings children. it's time to play *over at one side of the room was a fortuneteller animatronic, eyes glowing with a pale yellow light as it stared DIRECTLY AT YOU* welcome

Toby: Uhhh...No. I will NOT be playing whatever freaky geeky evil game you have for us. I WILL, however, be le- *He looks around* ...Where is the exit?

Karnak: *matter-of-factly* there is no exit. you're all dead *he stopped and looked out, as if turning to some imaginary audience* death is inevitable
Constance: riiiight . . . that's not creepy at all . . .
Ocean: what is this, some kind of game? *there was a collection of dings and bells, the arch behind them flashing with colored lights and sounding kinda like a pinball machine*
Karnak: Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg has selected 'Game Mode'

Toby: ...Game mode...? Wait, like in a video game?

*Ricky seemed excited by Toby's suggestion of a video game while Ocean and Constance looked at each other nervously. Misha was staring at his phone as Noel groaned and walked away from Ocean*
Noel: Even in death I can't escape her! *Mischa turned around, still staring at his phone*
Mischa: yo, I can't get any Vifi up in this bitch!

Toby: We're dead and trapped with a living future telling machine and your concern is Wi-Fi?

*He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking annoyed*

Mischa: whaaaat!
Karnak: Meet Mischa Bachinski *Mischa suddenly moved, looking out at nothing and grabbing his d!ck* Ukrainian Bad Boy

Toby: Wh- What the...What is going on? Why are you just standing there?

(Hey, are you still coming on Imgflip? If so can we continue this RP?)

(Yes, I am so sorry! I’ve been directing a film at my school and no one else has any communication skills lol, so I’ve been doing everything myself)

(Aaaaahhh. It's okay lol. Group projects suck ass 😭)