WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: MINGLE

(35 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)

Needless to say, marble isn't exactly the most comfortable surface to sleep on. Do you even remember falling asleep? Maybe not, but the moment your eyes flutter open and the lingering stardust fades, you come into consciousness with the distinct feeling that your dreams were very important.

You vaguely remember a shadowed hand, the pen and the scroll in its grip as the terms and conditions glow softly before you. You can't quite remember the details, the words blurring and fading fasting the longer you try, but you come to a conclusion rather quickly:

-Someone you care about is in trouble and their life is now your responsibility.
-You have signed a contract to provide entertainment to the Host in exchange for their safe return.

Your other memories begin to settle now that you're more awake. You remember that this isn't the first time you've been swept away for a game by someone else's design. You remember what those games entailed, too, but as the pieces click together you get the sense that murdering everyone around you isn't a solution. It won't get your hostage back sooner. It will only end tragically for everyone involved.

So instead, perhaps it's time to take in your surroundings. Where the hell even are you now? The marble floor of the lobby is still cool to the touch, and the front desk is before you with several keys on hooks against the wall. Each of them includes a keychain with two small, clear star-shaped crystals embedded at the bottom. Too bad you can't seem to remove the keys just yet! Guest accommodations aren't quite ready.

Ah, right. About that. You aren't alone! After all, what's the fun in playing a game by yourself? Should one try to actually count the keys hanging on the wall, you'll find there are 35 in total. You can also learn more about them should you look at the leather-bound book bolted to the front desk. Though some of them may look a bit different, seeing how everyone gathered in the lobby is dressed to the nines. What happened to your other clothing? Worry not. You do want to be presentable at the front desk, don't you?

Speaking of the front desk, while you aren't able to retrieve your keys or even leave the ground floor right now, you will find small gift boxes scattered around the desk as a complementary gift for each guest. Inside these boxes, you will find:

-A flask. Those of legal drinking age will find it filled with a sweet wine, and those underage will find juice of some kind.
-A shaving kit
- A single aspirin
-A keychain
-A condolence card
-A sheet of temporary tattoos
-A small bag of jerky
-A compact mirror with a cute pattern on the outer casing

No other items are on your person even if you were holding onto them prior to your arrival. Perhaps the bellhop has already taken your luggage for you?

But despite the front desk hosting a small cluster of bells, ringing them doesn't seem to draw the attention of anyone. The bells cannot be removed from the desk, but the hotel staff appears to be occupied with other tasks.

It looks as though you're on your own for now until maintenance is finished. But it's just like the first time, isn't it? Get to know the other guests, start asking questions, and settle in for your stay.

You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave...

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█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[overruns]

1. lobby

[ dimitri doesn't spend much time 'asleep,' instead hanging around wearing something like this as he flips through the guestbook, expression ranging from puzzled to alarmed at the various pages.

but overall, he just looks tired, already obviously worn out. ]

Why this again...?

2. pool

[ sometimes you sit beside a fancy pool at a fancy hotel, take one of umbrellas by the lounging chairs, and unceremoniously destroy it, snapping the ribs off the central pole. the sad, canopy fabric gets folded up and left aside.

but he'll point said umbrella-polearm at anyone who approaches (who isn't from crau1). firmly, ]

State your business.

*. wildcard

[ throw us at any location for anything, adjust these prompts, or hit me up for a pc! ]

2

[shaft]

[ oh wow throwback to goose dimitri ]

Just getting my bearings. Same as you, I imagine.

[overruns]

[ some dimitris never change

he gapes at claude for a long moment, studying him, the end of the umbrella bobbing in uncertainty. ]

You're...?

[ ?????????????????????????????? ]

[shaft]

[ teehee ]

Recognized me already, have you? I guess I am pretty striking, regardless of age.

1

[preowned]

Third time's the charm?

[ hello. tsuru is wandering over. ]

[overruns]

[ his shoulders tense slightly at being addressed, though he looks more puzzled than upset to see tsurumaru. ]

...You too? [ WHY ]

[preowned]

[ i'm gonna be honest he only assumed this was crau1 dimitri because the profile says coitus ]

Me too.

1

[battling]

[ squints at him. ]

Did ya shrink?

[overruns]

[ excuse me ]

Not... that I'm aware of?

2

[agleam]

[he doesn't say anything just yet because he's squinting at him uselessly for a solid few seconds instead.]

[overruns]

[ that's an interesting reaction to being lowkey threatened with an umbrella. after a solid few seconds, ]

...Are you all right?

[ he'd keep up the tough guy act and demand an answer, but rupert truly looks so harmless. ]

wildcard

[philandery]

[ hi!

sylvain has finally found dimitri and just reaches out

and puts his hands on his face. ]

So... [ he pats his shoulders next, to check that he is corporeal and all that. ] ...Are you Your Highness, Your Majesty, or just Dimitri.

[ hahahahahahahahahahahaha—

he's absolutely freaking out rn ]

[overruns]

[ hello.

ordinarily he'd swat someone away for getting in his space like this, but it's sylvain, so he allows it, even if he's being weird. the question doesn't really make any sense, and he's a little distressed to see him here at all, a complex whirl of emotions crossing his face before he speaks, still processing.

stupidly, ]

...Did you cut your hair?

[ what? ]

2

[cuedoves]

[ zuko tenses immediately and gets into a defensive position. ]

State yours!

[overruns]

[ oh no, two of them. he doesn't lunge to attack him or anything, but he doesn't stand down either. ]

I'm preparing myself for the inevitable.

2

[outsidebones]

[wow. she responds without flinching, drawing herself up to her full 5'0" and staring him down.]

I do not believe anyone requires permission simply to inspect the pool area. Do you intend to claim it, then?

[overruns]

[ harrow your height nerf.

now they are two teenagers glaring at each other beside a hotel pool. ]

I intend to remain on my guard until I know what all of your intentions are.

2

[aono]

[He stands there, one hand cupped and holding a wet temporary tattoo. Which he was totally about to try to apply to Dimitri's forehead.]

...nothing?

[overruns]

[ rin please don't give him an excuse to bonk you on the head with an umbrella ]

What is it you're holding?

2

[unbested]

[ jesus christ, he jumps backward and is. probably dangerously close to the edge of the pool now. ]

What??? I don't know, stop pointing that at me!

[overruns]

[ oh, this kid looks like a weenie, but you never know for sure. bernadetta looks jittery too, and she can hit a target from a field away. he doesn't advance on him, but his expression remains steely. ]

You don't know what you're doing here?

2.

[ashenvaliant]

[ ….. well. sure.

this is nostalgic. ]

In a public area?

[overruns]

[ he

squints at him. that voice... ]

...Unless you've secrets to keep. [ dimitri apparently doesn't. ]

two

[sageguidance]

[ He raises both hands in front of him, a little startled. ]

—Simply passing through, is all! I am only here to familiarize myself with this... hotel.

[overruns]

[ yeah this elf twink is very threatening. for what it's worth, dimitri's pose is largely defensive, though he does nothing to deescalate the situation. ]

Does the situation not ring familiar to you already?

[ same shit, different space. ]