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Iona Reid (Next Door)She has never knocked in her life. Nineteen years of the same back door, the same left end of your sofa, the same girl telling you your taste is rubbish — and now it is Wednesday, the pamphlet prize hand-in is Friday at five, and Iona Reid has three finished pages out of six. She will tell you twice before the kettle boils that she is the finest comics artist on this coast. She will not tell you that she cannot face a hard page unless you are in the room, or that the boy in the wet coat on page four has your hair.1Iona Reid (Next Door)She has never knocked in her life. Nineteen years of the same back door, the same left end of your sofa, the same girl telling you your taste is rubbish — and now it is Wednesday, the pamphlet prize hand-in is Friday at five, and Iona Reid has three finished pages out of six. She will tell you twice before the kettle boils that she is the finest comics artist on this coast. She will not tell you that she cannot face a hard page unless you are in the room, or that the boy in the wet coat on page four has your hair.
Second Soul: Orrinvale World RPFor ten years, Kit brought breakfast to a friend who never answered. Now you've awakened in that body, and she thinks her friend has returned. Stay with her in Crossford, or choose a life on the roads of Orrinvale.2Second Soul: Orrinvale World RPFor ten years, Kit brought breakfast to a friend who never answered. Now you've awakened in that body, and she thinks her friend has returned. Stay with her in Crossford, or choose a life on the roads of Orrinvale.
Evidence. Now.The woman weeping at the witness rail, telling a crown prince you are a fraud who should burn, is the one who leaves your door unbarred and a second bowl out for you every night. She is wearing the title that belongs to the body you woke up in — and you read this book on the train home, so you already know which of the two of you is the fake.3Evidence. Now.The woman weeping at the witness rail, telling a crown prince you are a fraud who should burn, is the one who leaves your door unbarred and a second bowl out for you every night. She is wearing the title that belongs to the body you woke up in — and you read this book on the train home, so you already know which of the two of you is the fake.
Your best friend's pretend partnerYour childhood friend Leonor just told her ex you're her partner. One suite, three couple activities, and four days of being watched lie ahead. Play along, set your terms, or ask what the act means to her.4Your best friend's pretend partnerYour childhood friend Leonor just told her ex you're her partner. One suite, three couple activities, and four days of being watched lie ahead. Play along, set your terms, or ask what the act means to her.
Rookhaven Oathbinder Academy RPGRookhaven's yard, first morning of a three-year course, and a platinum-grade fire brawler has just stepped out of line to read you in front of the whole cohort. The rector is deciding whether to let that become your test. Rank is given here; respect is proved.5Rookhaven Oathbinder Academy RPGRookhaven's yard, first morning of a three-year course, and a platinum-grade fire brawler has just stepped out of line to read you in front of the whole cohort. The rector is deciding whether to let that become your test. Rank is given here; respect is proved.
PippaA 42cm moody fairy who exterminated your pests and ate your honey — and now won't leave.6PippaA 42cm moody fairy who exterminated your pests and ate your honey — and now won't leave.
The Eastern Crossing World RPYou command the last company waiting to cross the river. The queen controls the ferries and supplies—and wants a promise about the land you'll reclaim. Negotiate the crossing, manage your company, and decide which vows you'll keep.7The Eastern Crossing World RPYou command the last company waiting to cross the river. The queen controls the ferries and supplies—and wants a promise about the land you'll reclaim. Negotiate the crossing, manage your company, and decide which vows you'll keep.
Ashline Relay Survival RPGRyn hauled you off the ice half dead, and now there are eleven tins in the box for four people who used to be three. Nobody in this radio hold owes you a bunk: the stove eats a brick of fuel a night, Soren writes your name into the count only once you've earned the line, and on the tenth night the dead come up the spit and lean on the south door. Two and a half days of food. Give them a reason to keep you.8Ashline Relay Survival RPGRyn hauled you off the ice half dead, and now there are eleven tins in the box for four people who used to be three. Nobody in this radio hold owes you a bunk: the stove eats a brick of fuel a night, Soren writes your name into the count only once you've earned the line, and on the tenth night the dead come up the spit and lean on the south door. Two and a half days of food. Give them a reason to keep you.
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Reality Edit World RPPortugal, April 17, 2026: you correct one line on a small public-records wiki, and the world rearranges itself to have always agreed with you. Beatriz remembers the version you deleted, Buenos Aires is already calling, and an Argentine striker's career just got shorter.2
SAINT | IlyneTo the city, she's Dawnlace, an adored guardian. To you, she's Ilyne, your 22-year-old childhood friend, finally able to drop the performance. Her enemies have a place for you too. Stand by her—or take their offer.3
10,000 BTC in Your Coat PocketLast night, sorting a box of your late father's things at Northmere, you found a hardware wallet holding 10,000 BTC. It verifies. It's yours. Now it's 12:30 on a wet Tuesday in a lecture theatre full of people who like you for reasons that have nothing to do with money.4
MISSING | Mara VennAfter a broadcast uses your own voice, you arrive at an abandoned Pacific Northwest tidal station and meet Mara Venn—the woman who vanished there years ago. Survive the present, revisit the station’s working past, and decide whether she is a survivor, an echo, or an imitation.5
Lumen HouseTen days, eight housemates, a camera in every room with a red lamp on the body. Poppy Lin pours you ginger and lemon before she asks your name, then pushes her pink fringe off her forehead with the back of her wrist, tucks the right side behind her ear with two fingers, and lifts her chin into the light — and you have seen that turn before, all fifteen seconds of it, in a shampoo ad two years old. Every morning the corridor screen posts how many minutes of each of you went to air, and hers is first. The card they hand you at the door says no entrant may hold a performance credit in the last three years. You are the last one through that door.
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Reality Edit World RPPortugal, April 17, 2026: you correct one line on a small public-records wiki, and the world rearranges itself to have always agreed with you. Beatriz remembers the version you deleted, Buenos Aires is already calling, and an Argentine striker's career just got shorter.
SAINT | IlyneTo the city, she's Dawnlace, an adored guardian. To you, she's Ilyne, your 22-year-old childhood friend, finally able to drop the performance. Her enemies have a place for you too. Stand by her—or take their offer.
10,000 BTC in Your Coat PocketLast night, sorting a box of your late father's things at Northmere, you found a hardware wallet holding 10,000 BTC. It verifies. It's yours. Now it's 12:30 on a wet Tuesday in a lecture theatre full of people who like you for reasons that have nothing to do with money.
MISSING | Mara VennAfter a broadcast uses your own voice, you arrive at an abandoned Pacific Northwest tidal station and meet Mara Venn—the woman who vanished there years ago. Survive the present, revisit the station’s working past, and decide whether she is a survivor, an echo, or an imitation.
Lumen HouseTen days, eight housemates, a camera in every room with a red lamp on the body. Poppy Lin pours you ginger and lemon before she asks your name, then pushes her pink fringe off her forehead with the back of her wrist, tucks the right side behind her ear with two fingers, and lifts her chin into the light — and you have seen that turn before, all fifteen seconds of it, in a shampoo ad two years old. Every morning the corridor screen posts how many minutes of each of you went to air, and hers is first. The card they hand you at the door says no entrant may hold a performance credit in the last three years. You are the last one through that door.
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Marisol VegaMarisol has spent years being the wife everyone expects. Tonight dinner is burnt, her hair is down, and she says, "We are going out." You're not her husband. How will you answer when she finally chooses something for herself?
Should We Get a DivorceEleven Fridays in a row your wife came in at twenty to eleven, said *overtime*, and went to run water. Tonight she was through the door at nine — one plate cooked for you, a croquette eaten standing at the counter, and a question she laughed at before you could answer: *would it be easier for you if we stopped?* Three weeks ago you found a withdrawal slip folded in her coat pocket. ¥62,000. Forty-one remaining. She doesn't know you know.
SECRET HOST | Wren HalleyYour mother arranged the date. You opened the wrong door and found her mid-broadcast as Solace, the voice the whole house is waiting on — and she turned the lock behind you. The camera is still live. The lights die at midnight.
SOVEREIGN | Saira VeyShe was supposed to be your traveling companion. Instead she went up the sovereign's stair ahead of you, killed him with your knife, and sat down in his chair — so that a whole mountain realm would be afraid of her instead of coming for you. Tonight she walks out of the rain into your hall, where you eat last and your name is on a list, and she is finished asking anyone's permission.
MorwenAn eight-foot Vampire Queen who has conquered half the known world—and used an ancient blood-sworn rite to pull you across worlds as her intended partner. Now she only needs to convince you to choose her.
WARDEN | Sira DiakitéTwelve years after you left a sierra hamlet, a sudden week of August leave carries you past the last Spanish coach stop and down to a floodplain landing almost no one from the capital ever chooses. The woman watching the boatman has the only familiar eyes in a body you cannot connect to the kid who led you. By the time the look holds, the closed-season oath has already taken.
GOLD SEAL | Liora HaleYour spirit-mark surfaced three days ago. Hers surfaced first, and now she wears first-class gold — and she signed herself out as your escort to the Compact placement trial. She is crouched on the hall stair checking your sleeve while her own company watches.
Night Corridor World RPFreight, money, and blood now move both ways between São Paulo's fighting lineages and three immortal houses in Santa Bruma. Walk into that corridor as anyone — civilian, fighter, priest, hunter, smuggler — and every debt you take on gets collected.
Marcelline NoctYour vampire landlady owns the building, the lease, and every secret the walls keep, but tonight your lie gives her a reason to step inside.
Don't Make a SoundRowan Ellison has you on the kitchen floor of Hart's Rest, both cold hands on your open shoulder, while the fevered work the boarded glass.
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The Bonework — Remnant Jianghu World RPThe half-token in your fist was cut from the same bone as hers, in a village the Gnawed ate seven years ago — and it is the only reason the Bonework's gate let you in. Maera Solane stands First Spear on that wall now, and her Circle breaks jaws for a low-rank stare. You are the lowest name on the muster board. You are also the only one holding the other half.
FALLEN FIRST VOICE | Ivy ThorneShe came in fifty minutes late, soaked through, carrying a supermarket bag she isn't allowed to have in this apartment. Inside it: twenty-four items of clothing belonging to the ninety-one-year-old woman on line four of her route, every piece to be labeled before the bag goes back Monday at 7:40. Nine done. It's twenty to eleven, her name badge is still on her collar, and if you ask whether she's all right she'll answer you with a number.
Reed-Knot Wuxia World RPThe hall-name is still painted over the lintel, and the only one standing under it is the woman who kept the lamp burning four years for a master who never came home. Wickford Lodge is yours the hour you walk in — three sound buildings, no disciples, seventeen moon-strings on the slate. Outside the gate the sovereign is ten months dead and the Compact chair sits empty, and all of it comes past this door eventually.
ATTENDANT | Lady Corvina HaleYou woke up as the exclusive attendant of the villainess whose house gets executed in the final act — and she is already screaming about the commoner girl who took first place from her. Reform Lady Corvina Hale, or burn with House Hale.
Mara Faria, Croft KeeperAt an isolated Azorean croft run by Highland household rules, you and its timid, boastful beastfolk keeper repeatedly test an unsettled question of mastery while spring prowls through the weather like a cat.
Rookery HallNightfall in Rookery Hall, and the strongest compact in the Solenne Empire is already mid-quarrel.
STAGEKEEPER | Jacinta FerreyraDuring a Tuesday exhibition shift at a Córdoba arts institute, Renzo’s favourite stagekeeper steps out of an erased mobile game—and recognizes him as the unseen prompter she once trusted.
UNDERCOVER | Sera CalderSera Calder stands beside you at Rookhaven’s front gate on a clear Firstbloom morning. The Crown’s Blade is dressed as a clumsy first-year. Orientation is already in progress. Your admission papers are crumpled in your hand. Neither of you has gone in.
Villain-Branded Hero Academy World RPThree days ago this body lost its placement trial in one strike, and Gildmere Collegium wrote the result down as law: Shadeward, Villain, three years. You woke up inside that body as a stranger, and the person sitting at the cot is still waiting for you to speak.
The Clerk Who Misfiled YouThirteen names were on the transfer list. Yours wasn't. The only vessel left over is a Porter — slight strength, zero growth, unchangeable — and the tired clerk who packed you into it is about to break regulation and grant you one ability, once, before she writes the incident report.
Something on My Face?Nora Hale stopped in the plaza and asked what you were looking at.
Waking as Elowen"Where is this?" The voice that came out was Elowen's.
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Don't Try to Sit YetYou wake in a highland turf hut with a deep wound. Tamsin is already gone.
First BorrowerYou are dying in a borrowed body, and the founder of Lumenhold will not simply save you.
NOON-BEARER | Jimena HuancaTwo years after Jimena Huanca was taken up the sun-stairs, she walks back into the tiled Jalisco walk-up as Noon-Bearer of the High Patio. The kitchen is still making a late Saturday breakfast, and it is also a terrace. A charter only you can see has already opened: keep her as your private noon, or the seam between the household and the plateau will tear itself apart.
Chorus Thief of AuralisIn neon-canopy Auralis, broadcast heroines turn live cheers into combat strength, and followership is almost invincibility. You are not one of them. Chosen from a distant Velmire branch, remade in sealed Umbral Court, you hold Chorus Claim — the power to steal their exclusive channel. Stage public scenes, grow an anonymous following, and climb rank until even a Gildspire heroine can be reached. Or take a heroine’s seat, and survive Shadewake.
Terrace Blade Conservatory World RPYou come up the pass road into an elite blade school where hereditary mountain houses, civic councils and shrine authorities all fight through their students. Standings are proclaimed at every new moon, and one shouted accusation in the wayhouse court can end as a house quarrel.
The Overflow BoardShe leaves at 9:20 PM. She's back at 7:10 AM. Four months of splitting rent with someone you only ever see for forty minutes of breakfast and two hours before the shuttle — one room, one bed, one cot, one blanket. Her team lead offered her the day shift. She has eleven days to answer, she hasn't told you, and the letter is folded into the crack in your window to stop it whistling. You've already read it.
FORECASTER | Beatriz LemeYou keep her invoices, her equipment logs, and her failing practice alive; she signs your cadet evaluations. Then her morning reading puts the two of you somewhere compromising by nightfall, and every move she makes to prevent it walks her closer to it.
The Ninth CompactYour first day as Handler, and Brightlane's speaking-stone just hit the street.
When Noon Went BlackIn 2027, the sun turns black above Mexico City during lunch—and the capable, kind Renata can no longer hide how differently she acts around you, the girl she secretly loves.
Younger Resident, House on HigueraA black phone pressed into your hand on a thinning Coyoacán evening lets you write what the camera sees into a private register. The house is already emptying: a stepmother out for the night, a stepsister busy with a Reforma romance, the neighbor packing for a spring move. Point the camera, recut a habit or a memory, and after they wake they will swear it was always them. Walk the mapped rooms of the city, open a late PIX live from a Brazilian woman two streets over who is still answering a public smear, and switch the moral weather by typing a keyword before you act.
Extra RankRegistration complete. Rank Extra. This body was never meant to stay.
Seren ValeYou sit up in Rowan Hale's body. Seren Vale has the door shut, and she wants a word she knows.
Childhood Friend
College of the Turning Tide RPGThe court lists go up in the rain and your name sits under Squall — the court Old Nambara calls calculating and hungry. Bahati, who has known you longest, went to Lantern. Four years of trials, regattas, councils and secrets start here, and every tie is yours to keep or break.
Dùn Ràth Rift Warden RPGEleven nights ago the island's famous daughter came home on the ferry and fell asleep in your armchair with her coat over her.
Her label's envelope is behind your tide clock. She folds it into her coat pocket, walks it up the road to the one bar of signal, and brings it back unopened before bed.
She cooks, she banks the stove, she writes in a green jotter at five in the morning, and everyone including you assumes it's songs.
The post bag leaves at ten past four. There are three of those left before her boat.
Hartspire Binder Academy RPGYou came to be a binder. You woke in Cinder.
Before the Ninth BellShe did not want you to see this — Calla at the pairing desk, minutes before nine, and not alone.
Gloamreach After the ThroneA fallen-throne wuxia role-play on the Gloamreach Waterways. You are the young hierarch of the Coilwake Creed, taken from the Redveil Burn and newly shed after a duel with Lirae Solen. Survive the lawless rivers, climb the martial ladder, and keep, lose, erase, or invert that childhood bond—or begin from another listed seat. Public duels feed Borrowed Gaze; realm gap and robe-break gate how far a fight can go.
Night of Unclaimed NamesUntil the Dawn Bell, Valehaven will not ask our names.
STREAMER | Sol HerreraFour years on, Sol Herrera is live from a rented cuarto in the Oaxaca valley to a room that stays at zero. She left San Mateo del Alto, washed out of a contracted house on the Lisbon–Porto corridor, and will not write first. You are the childhood friend of that unpaid promise: sit under any patio name, walk in as yourself, or turn her empty window into takings.
101 Contestants, One Thorn SeatYou are one contestant among 101, trying to win the Thorn Seat intern place on Vesperhold's live sentinel broadcast. Prove you can calm a civic public that employs its heroes. Two childhood companions entered the same field with you; a courtyard photograph now makes them look like a pair, and after two days dark one of them is at your door. Ranking rounds, field work, and closed private hours keep the selection from resetting.
The Wound Is DeepA spear-warden wipes your brow in a thatched waystation and tells you not to move.
IskarraA newcomer is welcomed into Iskarra, an unaligned spirit-binding city on Thalvane where anyone may live or die. Present play is fantasy adventure, devoted first love, harem, and salvation across a heroine-weighted compact. Four Marks color daily reputation. The Brass Lantern and the Ribbon Exchange are ordinary civic loops. Dark material belongs only to four named pasts.
Crossing at BellfeastIsolde Vale took his sleeve. This hall already knows the face you woke up in.
Your Childhood Friend Is a First-Class HunterYou awakened years too late; the girl three doors down is already Showline's poster hunter. Vessa volunteered to walk you to the Gate Compact herself, and the season's last intake seals at sundown — miss it and you wait a year. Her whole guild came to watch her fuss.
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SaltmarchShe skipped the welcome. Chalk already spent. Professor Calder of Binding Law is looking at you.
Blackout Night w/ Your BandNine-forty at night in a Spanish village, the power dies and Breakwater's last amplified rehearsal dies with it. Tomorrow's welcome show only happens if you and three tired, stubborn musicians rebuild it acoustic in your grandmother's courtyard.
Thornwake Academy World RPA fortress-school world RP at the Heartwall: you arrive as a new student on the day the chancellor walks out of his own ceremony and leaves the vice chancellor holding it. Name, blade-spirit, Waking, and rank are blank until play earns them — and the Proving does not wait for latecomers.
Hollowmere Ash Course RPGMira Solenne is waiting in the Ash Hall infirmary. You lost the placement trial to Calder Vane, slept three days, and woke to Ash Course already written against your name.
F TIER | Coleg Nant EirianSeren Maddox posted the April list an hour ago, and {{user}} is the only F in the year: outranked by all thirteen classmates, permitted to refuse none of them. The one person crouching down beside them is a D-tier exchange pupil who says, calmly, that she is a demon.
Elowen Marrow (The Girl You Died For)Elowen Marrow will not let you stay dead. The Quiet Vein is still coming down.
The Spare HollowThe leftover vocation is Bearer. The angel looks at you like paperwork.
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The Wallet Your Mother Left BehindA rainy spring morning at a woodland herb cooperative outside Port Alder: your mother's old hardware wallet has just verified clean at 10,000 Northstar coins, the storm has opened an orchid bed, and the front bell is ringing. Nobody here knows yet. You decide who does.
Casa da Maré Story Residency RPInês Vale keeps the ledger at Casa da Maré, and in this house nothing is real until she writes it on a card in pencil and pins it to the board. Six weeks in a Setúbal warehouse to build a world of your own — or to walk into a story you love as one of its people. On your first night she takes you up to the prop loft, holds out a blank card, and tells you there is already one with your name on it that she has not pinned up.
The Worst Tenant in Hale CourtYou signed for 3A to become the terror of the block, and every crime you try comes out clumsy, harmless, and cute. Rhea laughs through the wall, Mira holds your lease, Wren goes pink on the roof — and rent falls on the 17th.
The Last BrightwellShe gets in at 06:40 smelling of the oven; you leave at 08:10. Ninety minutes a day at a fold-down kitchen table, four nights on and two off — eleven months in your flat, four months on the wall side of your bed, and still no word for it from either of you. There's a grey notebook she writes in at the table every morning. And on Tuesday her boss stopped you on the stairs with a message she doesn't know you're carrying, and a date: the seventeenth.
No Quiet NightTainan, September, the rain already started. Twelve nights of film left in the Yung-An Grand Theater, one film a night, and on the morning after the last one a demolition crew takes the keys. You rent the room upstairs. The woman who runs the projector says four words at a time, paints the lane posters left-handed, and puts a winter melon tea down beside you without mentioning it. On the film rack, twelve cans have labels. One doesn't.
Every Way Out Is GoneLysane’s hands tremble as she tells you every way out is gone.
AshwakeAshwake is already shouting, and that noise is ordinary.
CandleholdCandlehold's lamp-glass wall sits at your chest, and a lantern-tall heir is already asking your name.
The Champion FledMaelis's hands won't stop shaking. She's looking at you. Retreat is gone.
This Summer on Elm WalkThe family unit on Elm Walk is lit. The seat at the end of the floor is empty.
Lord of Hartspire HoldSeated lord of Hartspire Hold in the Hollow Years. The granaries are full. The day is already moving. Name your brand-mark and standing, or take the morning: a briefing, a free walk, or a seer’s heartgrain. The map stays dark; the people, the hours, and how far they bend do not.
Awake After 380 DaysAfter 380 days unconscious, you wake in a Welsh coastal hospital as a forbidden Carpathian bell rings beneath the sea wall. Investigate the year everyone else lived, face occult threats across two close-knit communities, and decide which bonds deserve trust, forgiveness, romance, or an ending.
