WEEK TWO: MINGLE

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ TWO: MINGLE

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Good morning, esteemed guests. What a terrible day to be awake. But perhaps it's a little easier now that you've experienced two executions...congratulations to you for the send-off of a teenage girl.

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.

Your room service menus are still on your desks if you wish to browse before leaving for the 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 02. 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.

You may be trying to learn about each other, but what do you do when you hardly recognize one another? It's unfortunate that this week is one where appearances are no longer a solid identifier. Throughout the week you will find your body taking on new features against your own will. Whether these are animalistic features, elemental features, feathers, shadows, stone, magma...extra eyes, fangs, wings...they will adapt to you and you'll hardly feel a thing. Time to get comfortable in your skin.

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

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WEEK 2

MONDAY

COURTYARD
► There are about five grown wisteria trees in the garden now. Pretty!

CEMETERY
► The soil on Clementine's grave appears lightly disturbed.
► In addition to the preexisting flowers, small bouquets of white carnations have been arranged on Clementine, Sieghart and Flayn's graves.

CONCIERGE
► Various brochures have been slashed. The desk has also been hacked at.

VENDING MACHINE
► A vending machine has dents in it now.

GIFT SHOP
► Random merchandise has been knocked off the shelves and smashed onto the ground.

TUESDAY

FLOOR 02
► The locked room was unlocked! Wow! Go check that out.

LOBBY.
► There are a plate of cinnamon rolls sitting out with a little sign next to them that says FREE TO A GOOD HOME AND THE HOME IS YOUR STOMACH. Take one?

A THING

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[did you enjoy getting locked in last night? at least you were probably used to it. well, you should have been, since it happened last week. anyway, at least it's over now, as the rooms unlock once more and you're free to go, especially since absolutely nothing happened during the night.

anyway, as you exit or make a move to, you'll find something strange happening. your feet move on their own, guiding you to a specific location.

once you stop, you and one other person are standing at the entrance to the simulation room!

two people in this thread, please!]

[toesies]

[The simulation room is full of feet.

Anyway, Sheila is here? She glances at Dokja when they come to a stop in front of the simulations room.]

... No sick leave even for guests, huh? How are you feeling?

[What's going on when they peer inside the simulations room...? Unless y'all about to be like, psych! The door is jammed.]

A THING

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GOOD MORNING, GUESTS

On Friday morning, you awaken to the loud sounds of a typewriter tapping away at a message, and a shrill ding! as a line completes.

Strangely, there's no printout on your typewriter, if you're near one. Instead, when you open your eyes, there's a folded piece of paper on your chest that looks a little something like this.

ALPHINAUD LEVEILLEUR 4X APPEARANCE FEE..... $███ █ ████ ANIMAL ABANDONMENT FEE....... $███ █ ████ SEARCH FEE...... $████ ████ SUBTOTAL $████ ████ TOTAL DUE: ALPHINAUD'S LIFE CHECKOUT COMPLETE! Starlight Hotel: You Can Check Out Anytime You Like, But You Can Never Leave! ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█▌│║█

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So much for the pizza. Mini-investigations are now live and available! Please use the mini-investigation-coordination channel on the Discord server if you would like to sign up. Trial will begin Saturday at 12pm EST/9am PST. Check the header in Discord for other timezones! See you then. :)

you get one prompt for now

[aono]

[On Monday Rin, ever curious, goes up to the lobby door to see what wonderful new world awaits them.

Ten seconds later he's coming back through the door and bolting in the direction of his room. If you happen to catch sigh of him, he looks pale and shaken up. How weird for a normally-bubbly guy.]

[callalilies]

[ hello???? our BOY???

kaeya just reaches out and probably mom-arms him to stop. ]

Hey... what's the hurry?

[ polaris is just shoving his nose at him worriedly. why you go so fast, bud? ]

[ashenvaliant]

[ there he goes.... ]

Rin?

[agleam]

[anyone who wanders into the lobby on monday morning is going to find rupert behind the front desk! it looks like he's switched from gauze over his eye to a nondescript eyepatch, but maybe more notable than that, he's wearing a staff uniform. it's complete with a hat, though there's no veil like the other staff members wear. the fabric towards the top of the hat seems to be kind of bunched up, like there's something underneath pushing up against it. transformation week...

should anyone approach, he raises a hand in greeting and then asks, cheerfully:]

Good morning. How can I assist you today?

[this is probably normal. (this is the only prompt but u can also wildcard me with anything!)]

[mustbepurged]

[Estelle just gives him a :o look. Also, she's got bunny ears today ig.]

Rupert, you work here now?

[preowned]

[ he looks at rupert. ]

I am out of towels, sir.

[sageguidance]

[ staring... ]

Were they so busy that it was necessary to rope another into tending the desk?

[frostythehitman]

[ just. stares. ]

Where'd you get the uniform from? How did you get back there?

[ktiseos]

[this is very normal. he looks, for a moment, like he's about to just keep walking and ignore this happening.

but, with a little sigh, he gives rupert a nod, peering down at him with four golden eyes.]

Yes, good morning to you as well.

[for effect purposes: he has a pair of black raven wings, a silver crown's spires growing from his head, and wherever his skin's not covered by robes-- it's shadowy, but not dark, lit from the inside by a slow-moving pattern of tiny, multicolored lights. it's like he has a galaxy projector on his skin, kind of.]

-what, precisely, are you here to assist with?

[highestheim]

[ hope's arms and legs look a little mechanical, with purple rings fastened along his collarbone... but it's fine, probably? ]

...Did someone put you up to this?

[unsaid]

[mikazuki munechika is dressing himself.

or rather, he's trying to.

the outfit he seems to have picked out is this. however. the pants are backwards, the shirt is inside out and misbuttoned, the ascot is wildly lop-sided and hanging on by the grace of god, and the big poofy hat seems to be folding in on itself. it has the energy of this.

when he sees you, he spreads his arms out and the ascot dangles precariously further off his neck.]

How do I look?

[sOUND LESS PROUD

but hey at least he's not wearing face bandages anymore.]

[battling]

Looks like ya don't know how to dress.

[It's bad! Who did this to you! Why!]

[headmt]

With enough confidence, you can pull off any look.

[ is this a read? from mollymauk? who wears what he wears every day? dont just take this ]

[preowned]

[ he can't fucking do this he's on the floor ]

[technocool]

[ futaba is in the laundry room. futaba is squinting at the post it note.




someone... should probably....... stop this.............. ? ]

[frostythehitman]

[ just watches her. staring at the post it note. ]

What are you doing?

[callalilies]

housing district (courtyard)

[ kaeya's here just lounging in a big nest of pillows, polaris sleeping draped by the fountain for now. something looks a little different about him? there's a fluffy snow leopard tail curled around him, ears pricked forward at the sounds of someone nearby. an earring is pinned into one (no human ears so that's where the earring goes now, you're welcome snow.)

he cracks open his eye and gives a wave to whoever might be passing by before patting the pillows beside him. ]

Take a load off for a bit.

markets

[ if you've found yourself coming out of the turning doors to this area, kaeya waves immediately. ]

Hey, I helped out a bit for a food stand nearby and they're going to let me feed a friend or two. Want to come with me and have a nice lunch?

[ two people max pls ]

simulations room

[ open the simulations room and you're met with the scent of warm summer air, the sweetness of fruit, and a beautiful view. kaeya is just laying underneath some of the rows of grapes if you wander further in enough, a few crystalflies floating around. his eye is closed and polaris isn't really anywhere to be scene.

it looks like there is a soft glow coming from underneath his skin like stars, faint and flickering. ]

pc me!

[ dm me @ char#0009 for pcs! ]

simulations room

[battling]

[There's a flap of wings as he steps into the room. He doesn't recognize this place from anywhere.]

Nice view ya got.

tuesday at noon, 1/2

[unbested]

[ tuesday morning, there are a few crappy signs on notebook paper taped up around the hallway outside the rooms, instructing everyone to gather in the hallway at noon.

...and then after hanging these up he remembers the typewriters are a thing, and you all get a message: ]

FROM: the-bestf
TO: ALL

Please look at the signs thanks

[ when noon rolls around, sebastian will come running into the lobby!! ]

Hey, guys!! You know how there was another one of those suspicious unlabeled doors this week? Well, we got inside!

[ extends his baton and taps it in his hand like a teacher with a pointer ]

This one was called the employee lounge! It was pretty fancy inside, and they have some snacks and sodas that it says are free for anyone, so like... [ shrugs?? free snacks maybe??? ] Anyway. They have files on all of us in there with personal details and stuff. Like how many people we've killed and what we did back home and our experiences with bees, and, uh... [ trails off, and if emet is here, he will look at him in confusion. ]

2/2

[shaft]

[ Just watching Sebastian with amusement. ]

Right. There was also a corkboard with some information on it—it listed which location would be beyond the hotel doors each week, where the trial would take place, and which of the hotel staff would be on duty for it. I didn't see anything beyond this week though.

There were also some drawings... a dog, a cat and a tree. No idea if this has any significance. [ ??? ]

The last thing we found was a cabinet that had eight room keys, which were labelled A through H. They might belong to the hotel staff, I'm guessing?

We couldn't grab them, since a bright light suddenly went off and the keys vanished before we were pushed out of the room.

[ dizzy, confused... ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Here is Bucky, outside the employee lounge. He's got a big ol "HOOLIGAN" stamped on his forehead, and he is angrily throwing things at the open door of the lounge. They all somehow seem to bounce off the empty air.

He throws his flask this time, and it rebounds off the air in just the perfect way to come sailing back at him and hit him on his face with a cartoonish clang. ]

[evocationary]

[eating popcorn off to the side]

You deserved that.

[1/?]

[unsaid]

[the birds(?) are singing, the sun(?) is shining, and a hole is once again opening up over the pool.

the first splash hits loudly, all impact disturbing the previously calm water, and mikazuki munechika slams right into the deep end. though it doesn't take long before the chlorine to take on a red coloration, dark and - oh there's so much of it.

a hand reaches out to the edge of the poolside, just barely keeping grandpa from just sinking under the weight of all his fabrics, as though he's about to haul himself up with whatever strength he has left. he has little concern for—]

[2/?]

[afterword]

[ no time for concern when another body comes falling out. a figure that seems mostly dark as the heap collapses into the water with another loud audible splash. despite the dark, it's not some edgy bastard that is seen but rather kim dokja himself.

well, he had a white jacket but it's practically burnt all over with crisp and tattered ends. it's not so much a jacket anymore really, which makes you wonder about the state of the wearer then huh? the pool darkens more with color as the figure reaches out with a bloody mess of a hand and just

focuses on pushing the previous body of grandpa up. come on old man, can't spend the whole day trying to fish you out, especially when— ]

1/?

[mustbepurged]

[It's a quiet evening in the Costume Closet when a series of portals suddenly open up in the ceiling, depositing a number of people into the room! They crash into the clothes racks, toppling them over and creating a large pile of costumes that obscure the fallen individuals.

The first to crawl out of the pile of clothes is Estelle! She looks a little different today. Instead of her usual dress, she's wearing a school uniform. There's a pink skirt, a white collared shirt that seems to be missing its tie, and a light yellow vest. The clothes are mostly unstained...

...until one looks down to her knee-high stockings, to see that the right one is torn and drenched in bright-red blood.

She pulls herself up on one knee and looks back at the clothing-pile with alarm. Then, she yells out for anyone to hear:]

Somebody! Come quickly!

2/?

[dms]

[ a groan follows as someone else rolls out of the clothing pile, a tie catching in light blond hair. surprise, it's kazunari! similar to estelle, he is wearing a school uniform! but not the skirt version, sorry to say. it's kind of boring actually, just plain black pants, a white shirt, and a tie. why couldn't he have pink pants, huh? what does this school have against a little color?

...that's not fair. there's some color: a big splotch of red at his left side, right where the fabric is torn, growing more with each movement he makes. and there are smaller spots of red here and there as well the uniform is in terrible shape overall, randomly torn all over to match the scratches and cuts from the tip of his cat ears to the palms of his hands. it might be hard to notice that, though, with the bright paint covering his hands. oh well!

slowly, he pushes himself to his feet, wobbling the whole way as if he could fall over, back into the pile, at any moment. he gives estelle a Look and says softly: ]

Take it easy, Stella.

[ ...and turns back to the pile to start moving clothing aside. ]

SUITE DREAMS 🐝🛎

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GOODNIGHT...

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When Thursday evening rolls around in the hotel, you can almost feel the tension in the air. Why in the world would it feel tense? It's just a hotel. Just another night.

Maybe you're ready for it, though. At eleven o'clock, everything falls eerily, eerily silent, and then there is a single click noise, as the door in the room you're in locks. No matter how much you kick at the doors, no matter if you put your key in your own lock, no matter how you scream or yell, it seems as though you're locked in for the night. The typewriters in the room refuse to type characters. The newly installed phones have no dial tones. There's just nothing.

Silence.

But you're used to this, right?

A familiar hour passes, this way.

As the clock strikes midnight, however, an overwhelming amount of shadows crawl up the walls of the room you're in, pitching the room into complete darkness, and then, just like that, you're fast asleep.

Sweet dreams, guests. We'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.

Have a nice rest. See you Friday, at 3 PM PST/6 PM EST for...A Thing. ♥