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Pausing a moment, Firecracker crossed her arms in anticipation, feeling a little letdown by the ultimate reaction. Then, shifting one arm onto her hip, and lazily swinging her phone in the other, she scoffed.

"What a genius you are! I don't even work at the manor actually, I'm from a different era entirely, but I have two roommates who play these "games" and I'm pretty sure I would have heard about someone as... err... infamous as you, Satoru. So, I figured you must be new."

Then, raising a brow, Firecracker lifted up her phone.

"If she's anything like you, I can find her easily. What's her name."

Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

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Sammi please just one chance PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

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Describe the first moment they were created/born.

Contract paused, leaning on her hand. Thinking back as far as her memory would allow her to go.

"Hmm... well, the furthest back I can think... was to the technician who helped repair me after Silverwing left me for broken... I don't really remember anything before that point, unfortunately... She was also a mechanical designer I believe? Huh, the title is almost like a family keepsake now that I think about it..."

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// guys i swear this damn gojo mun is out to get me.

// anyways back to answering asks before I blow a casket /lh

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… oh.

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…

A bag of peppermints seems to manifest for the group, a simple scrawled note:

My namesake, it seems; enjoy them.

~ 🥀

"You can't just hand people things like a normal person? God, you're so fucking funny."

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What would your Oc(s) smell like? (not perfume, like general smells)

This is an oddly specific ask ngl anon

Uhh, well Contract smells like freshly baked cinnamon rolls constantly, since she does have a side hobby that includes baking.

Firecracker smells like... nothing honestly without any perfume on????

And Sammi smells like motor oil. (He spends his spare time repairing and upgrading his old motorcycle)

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Pausing a moment, Firecracker whined as he patted her on the head. Covering her head instinctively, she eyed the teacher up and down.

"Satoru Gojo, huh? Damn, I'm gonna have to tell my roommate she was actually right. It's uh... nice to meet you, I guess? My name's Firecracker."

She debated holding her hand for a handshake for a brief moment, but ultimately decided against it. Then, she looked between the man and her phone.

"... I don't. have a number to send that photo to, Satoru. So, I'm not sure I could even if I wanted to. Are you new here by any chance? Also, I remind you of one of your students? Care to explain?"

Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

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…

*click!*

“Uhm… thank…s?”

Pausing as she held briefly stolen phone in her hand, she made a mental note to post that photo to her personal socials later.

“Wait you said I reminded you of one of your students- wait hold on how are you even here I thought identity nerds couldn’t even leave the manor- this isn’t even- god I have so many questions-“

Shaking her head briefly, she then looked up to the… odd man.

“Who ARE you, mister blue eyes. That should have been my first question, actually. And how is seeing you more weird than seeing Nicolas fucking Cage-“

Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

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Info + Rules!! || Gojo - He/Him / Mod - She/They

- This blog is mainly focused around a silly little crossover idea of Jujustu Kaisen x Identity V, meaning that this setting for the blog will take place in the manor - similar to an in-game crossover event

( Because of this, there might be mentions of other JJK characters in the manor! wouldn’t be a proper crossover “event” without others <3 however, Gojo is the only muse available on this blog at the time )

- ( Crossover Reasons and all that jazz, Gojo is getting thrown into the Prospector role. Congrats Norton, you’re getting another (hypothetical) skin )

- Throwing it out here now that this is a shitpost blog, so by no means will this actually be taken seriously seriously. This is mainly for shits and giggles and due to the mun being impulsive <3

- Despite being a shitpost blog (/lh) it is also both a roleplay and an ask blog. Which mean any type of interactions ( oc, canon, anon, go wild) are fine! Any responses will, for the most part, consist of written responses

- Something something please remember that muse does not equal mod. That being said, there is a chance that dark topics will arise in the future! You have been warned in advance

- There is a good chance that this blog will contain JJK spoilers (mainly towards season 1-2, I’d assume we wouldn’t go into manga territory. I hope we don’t go into manga territory that is a whole another can of worms that I don’t wish to deal with /lh)

- Oh and this IS a SFW blog. suggestiveness and flirting is fine (I guess, I suppose) but please don’t go overboard, I have a right to not answer things that’ll make me #uncomfortable

- Finally, this blog is pretty HC-heavy!! hcs are just a little. too silly not to include

Current events!! : None (for now. teehee.)

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Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

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Leaning against the door gently, Bia listened quietly. A small frown formed on her face as she listened to Laurence's mourning.

"Oh... Journo..."

Laughing a bit about the candle, she laid her head against the wall.

"I always did like sunflower candles... and, it does smell really good..."

Placing her hand against the sealed-off wall, she frowned a bit.

"... Things were a lot nicer back then, huh... When kids would go swimming in the streets or those chemical explosions... haha..."

Placing her hands on the wall, she smiled.

"I missed you a lot, Jou... if only I could actually... see you again..."

Sounds of shuffling can be heard from somewhere dark… slow taps of footsteps can be heard. A familiar honeyed voice of a man can be heard slightly muffling.

“Bianca… Bianca…!” The passive tone chants the name, as if trying to sound cheerful as if talking to someone. Is it her he’s talking to?

“I brought you sunflowers… your favorite.” The voice softly says. Sounds of shuffling can be heard as if something was placed on top of a solid surface, “I got busy lately, news reporting can’t be done by itself afterall! Many things happened while you were gone… and while she got decommissioned.”

Then, a silence stays for a moment.

“…I’m not sure if I’m going to celebrate Valentine’s… I guess I got too used to having your company. This time, it feels… different. I’m sure some change will do good for me, though. But… I sometimes wonder if I can ever see you again… and hear your voice again.”

@idv-news-boi (HEHEHE;;; 🥰😭)

Leaning against the locked door in a crumpled heap on the floor, the young brunette closed her eyes slowly. How long had she been sitting there, after trying and failing to escape on her own?

...

She wouldn't deny, she had grown tired of meaningless struggle. She missed the elderly folk back home, who always offered her a freshly baked loaf of bread on the flooded streets. The Coral City was a waterlogged mess, but that place was a waterlogged mess she called home.

She missed the ferryman, who would always row her to school. The streets were always too flooded to walk, too flooded to drive even.

She missed her father. Well, she always missed her father. He was always in that lab... what was it, Site 20493? She never saw him, yet she still missed him. She missed him a lot. Especially now. If she made it out, she should take notes to tell her father. Mysterious places like this were up his alley, after all.

She missed her friends. As bad of influences as they could be, there wasn't anything they couldn't (and wouldn't) do if given the chance.

...

Friends...

It might have been her being tired, but she could have sworn heard the voice of... an old friend. Sitting up, she pressed her ear against the door with a curious expression.

"... That sounds like... Jou? Why would Jou be in a place like this though...? And... he sounds so sad... I wonder what happened?"

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HAPPY BORTHDAY

“…whose birthday?”

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How are you feeling Bianca!!!!!

Sitting on the floor of the sealed off room, the girl sighed.

“I’m hungry. A little lonely. I thought I heard Jou. I could be wrong. I hear people under me. They can’t hear me though. I might die in here. I’ve kind of accepted that. How are you, anon?”

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Contract!! There’s a letter on your door!! :3

“Oh uh…”

Pausing, Contract slowly opened her door, patting the door blindly before grasping the note in her hand.

Then, she gave the screen a thumbs up before disappearing behind the door.

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You feel a small sharp feeling on your ankle! Looking down… Bartie! What is he holding???

It’s Cupid’s arrow!!! How did he get that??? You start to feel a little funny…. A few things could happen

-if you already love someone, you feel the need to go confess or remind them of your love!

-if you don’t, you will (temporarily) fall in love with the first person you come across!

-if romance isn’t your thing, you’ll be filled with self love!!!

Blinking, Contract bent down before tilting her head slightly.

“Is that fuckin’ cupid arrow? Wait- Bartie? Bartie you stabbed me.”

Placing her hands on her chest dramatically, she shook her head.

…

( uhm. I guess we’ll have love at first sight for the bit? Just know that the self love option would be the canon answer though. )

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(For Bianca hehe)

...

Brendan leans against the wall, standing outside of Bianca's lab. He sighs, looking down and shaking his head. Sometimes he just... comes here. He's not even sure why anymore.

"... I'm gonna find a way to bring you back. I promise."

The lab was always empty whenever Contract wasn’t inside of it. Unlike Bianca, she didn’t spend all her time inside of it, meaning moments like this were possible for all those who missed the original Mechanical Designer. Usually it was locked when she was gone, but not on February 14th. She wouldn’t keep people away on her birthday.

…

The room above the lab, however, did seem a bit noisier than usual. Like someone was in it. Of course, that room had been sealed off by the manor years before, there was no way in and no way out.

This, however, wasn’t exactly true, as Bia laid her head on the floor curiously. Who was that talking? She couldn’t help but wonder. They seemed sad. She tapped her hand gently on the floor of the room, which also acted as the ceiling of the lab, as if in deep thought.

“… everyone here is so sad. Is today a sad day?”