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suitedreams2022-05-10 09:26 pm
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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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...
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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[ he says vibe like he has no idea what that means. ]
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[ the one above the constellation heart! ]
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[ he will let him put it wherever tho, there's lots of free real estate in this peacock dress with a lower neckline than the picture because that's just how it's going to be. ]
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Hmm, let's see... [ he steps back, squinting at kaeya like an artist would eye a canvas they're working on. ] We want it to go somewhere that everyone will be able to appreciate it, right? It's no good if no one can see it. So what about... right here?
[ he taps
you guessed it
exposed titty ]
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but as he points to where the dress dips he chuckles. ]
I suppose it should go somewhere to draw the eye. Sure, let's do it.
[ he will scoot in i guess for this temporary tiddy tattoo... ]
I'm Kaeya. I'd say it's a pleasure, but the last situation I was in like this wasn't all that fun. Still, I suppose there's not much for us to do right now but wait...
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but okay he's going to wet the tattoo and stick it right on the tiddy, pressing it down against the skin. ]
Mm, but the best thing about these situations is meeting great people, right? That part can still be good no matter what happens. Nothing can stop you from still making good memories with everyone.
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kaeya's just going to watch and learn as the tattoo is applied though the wet (??) application is interesting. he laughs, though not too much because he'll mess up the tattoo. ]
That's an optimistic way to look at it... tell me. What sort of awful game did you come from?
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I don't know if I'd call it a game. [ haha... ] But we were pulled into a place called the prism. Depending on the colors we were associated with, we could do different kinds of magic, but if someone's colors got out of balance... they usually ended up killing someone. It was like the imbalance really messed with their head, so they weren't themselves anymore.
...But we fixed the prism, and everyone who died was brought back to life, so it all worked out in the end! We were supposed to be able to go home after that, but now some of us are here instead. Wild, huh?
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[ he hums ] It seems we were lucky in that regard, that our dead didn't stay that way.
[ he's doesn't really feel hopeful about this place, but... who knows. ]
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[ he will hold out hope that nothing will happen until something does, even if it is a little foolish. ]
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[ and ah. the optimism. it's... totally foolish. but it's precisely that kind of optimism that they need to start with. ]
Perhaps. We'll find out in due time. At least now we can be knowingly on the look out for it instead of simply having to stumble around blindly in the dark.
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It's always "in due time," isn't it? It's hard not to get impatient when we're stuck waiting all the time!
We all went through different experiences, though, so we're all going to be looking for different things. Some of us might still be caught off-guard, you know? Unless we all want to get together and compare notes town hall style.