WEEK ONE: MINGLE

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ONE: MINGLE

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Good morning, esteemed guests. What a terrible day to be awake. Or perhaps it's not quite as terrible. The events of the day before were a bit extreme, but we hope you've had time to rest, regroup and refuel.

As you awaken on Monday, you’ll find that things are just as they were the night before. The kitchen will serve piping hot breakfast during the morning hours, the pool’s been stocked with fresh towels and the gardens are open for anyone who wishes to spend some time among nature. However, should you explore a bit, you’ll find that a few new changes have been made to the hotel itself.

Before you even leave your room, you will find two new items have been placed on your desk. Be sure to peruse the room service menus before you start your day!

The front door no longer spins endlessly, for one thing. Should you make an attempt to exit the hotel, you will find yourself entering a new location. Some of you may even find this place familiar.

In addition, should you enter the elevator you will find a new button appears, proudly reading 01. Pushing this button will take you to a new floor where you will also find a few new areas to peruse. Explore to your heart’s content, get to know more of the hotel, and take your time in learning more about each other.

There are several things that one may keep close to the chest. Secrets, thoughts, and most importantly emotions. In a situation such as this where the stakes are high and the questions are piling up, you may find yourself trying to conceal everything and hold back your feelings. However, that isn't the Starlight way. This week, you will find yourself a bit uncomfortable, almost as if there's something deeply lodged in your chest. Drinking doesn't help, and clearing your throat hardly works either. Before you know it, you find yourself coughing up a handful of flowers. The type of flowers may vary but they come in different shades, all representing your hidden feelings. Inconvenient, isn't it? You may wish to carry a bag around this week to collect your stray emotions before someone slips.

Finally, for those of you with a spare ticket in your pocket, feel free to visit the Starlight Gift Shop, stocked with new items for this week.

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█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[highestheim]

a) locked door

[ up on floor 01, hope is not swayed by the more colorful attractions now available to the hotel guests! instead, what piques his interest is the singular locked door innocuously sitting toward the back of the hall, which he regards with cautious curiosity. after trying to turn the doorknob a few times, he turns to whoever else may come up and ask, ]

Do you think it'll unlock on its own later in the week, or is it something we have to try opening ourselves a little more proactively?

b) prism

[ another week, another round of murdergame carousel. the revolving doors initially dump him in the central node, and from there, he starts to wander around the various areas available to them. for the most part, he keeps his attention reserved, merely acting as a passive observer since he knows they won't be able to take anything back to the hotel...

until he ends up in the dark backalley and sees the mural plastered across the wall. from the messages and objects left under the graffiti, it doesn't take him long to deduce that these are memorials... he mostly nods respectfully as he looks over each one, until he gets to the writing under the pinkish orange crystal, whereupon his eyes go wide. ]

...Vanille was here?

c) wildcard

( im here for pcs, room rnging, flower spewing, anything else y'all might be in the mood for!! ☆ )

a

[frostythehitman]

Let's find out.

[ ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BODIES THE DOOR, ramming his metal shoulder into it ]

[highestheim]

[ before hope can even say anything, there goes bucky! i assume his metal shoulder clangs very loudly against the door which remains sturdy as ever. ]

...I'll take that as a no.

[frostythehitman]

[ Bucky steps back and just rolls his shoulder. ]

Guess not. Figures. It'd be too easy if that was all it took, huh?

[highestheim]

Nothing around here comes easily.

[ he places a hand on his hip, eyes briefly flicking over to bucky. ]

Is your arm just a prosthetic or an extension of your body?

[frostythehitman]

[ raises an eyebrow ]

What's the difference?

[highestheim]

Can you feel through it?

[frostythehitman]

Kind of. Just pressure--knowing if I'm touching something or something's touching me.

[highestheim]

I see... how much control over articulation do you have?

[ uh oh, science-y side activated ]

[frostythehitman]

Getting oddly specific now, aren't you? Why do you need to know?

[highestheim]

Other than my own curiosity, I'd like to get a sense of any special physiology or anatomical functions among our group, in case that information becomes relevant at a later trial or investgation.

I'd rather have these things accounted for beforehand instead of finding out about a crucial detail with ten minutes left on the clock.

[frostythehitman]

...fine. But if you wanna get real technical, I'm not gonna have all the answers for you. I didn't make it, I just use it.

b

[battling]

[Ah, so this was the cemetery of this place, is it?

He looks over these paintings and feels no sense of recognition for any of it.]

Somebody you know?

[highestheim]

...Yes. She's a friend of mine, from my world. [ beat ] I had hoped this wouldn't be the case, but it's as I feared. I'm not the only one to have been dragged into one of these games.

[battling]

Weird how often this is comin' up for people.

[highestheim]

...ultimately, I'm not surprised. People who have lived completely normal lives without struggling and suffering wouldn't make for great entertainment, would they?

[ there's a hint of bitterness in his tone, particularly in the word "entertainment." ]

[battling]

There's plenty of suffering with people who are completely outta their depth.

Looks like our audience prefers this. [ he's not happy about it either. ]

[highestheim]

[ ...he goes quiet as he turns his attention back to the graffiti wall, placing a hand on the sigil that represents vanille. ]

...these messages seem to imply she died during her time here.

[battling]

How's the version of her at home?

[highestheim]

[ a quiet, not all that humored laugh ]

It's complicated.

[battling]

A lot is.

[highestheim]

. . . I just wish she didn't have to go through it. The fear, the pain, the despair...

[battling]

[He looks between the art and Hope, gaze settling back on the art.]

What you wish and what happens may not always align. Even more reason to fight to change what you can.

[highestheim]

What do you think I've dedicated my life to since losing everybody?

[battling]

[ It's probably the first time he's really seen Bradley serious. He keeps Hope's gaze for a moment. ]

Good.