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...

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

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

Comments

[aono]

1

[As with many of the others, a black-haired teenage boy dressed up in blues is frantically searching the grounds of the hotel. He checks the hallways, he checks the courtyard, he even checks the kitchen! But whatever he's looking for, he just can't find it. And eventually he stops and lets out a noise of frustration.]

Where the hell is she? She's a total fatass, she couldn't have gone THAT far! She can't even run, she just waddles everywhere!

[um.]


2

[Since it looks like we got our profiles early, Rin is absolutely abusing the guestbook. Whoever is near him will find said guestbook flipped open to the page about themselves, and Rin is snickering while he reads it. Uh oh, the boy is getting ammunition for later use! Better stop him before he uses his powers for evil.]


3

Hey, check this out!

[If whatever unfortunate soul that is near Rin happens to look when Rin says that, he's going to try slapping his hand against their forehead and holding it there. His hand is also wet btw, he has been armed with a wet temporary tattoo which he is trying to apply to someone's face. Is it your face, or did you escape?]

3

[supremity]

[ hua cheng just

grabs his wrist before he can get enough of a hop to slap it onto his forehead, unimpressed ]

[aono]

[Sadness.]

Guess I'm still not fast enough, huh?

[Why is he smiling if he got caught???]

[supremity]

Not yet, no. [ flicks his forehead with his other hand, before releasing ] We'll see if you get to that point.

[aono]

[He goes 'ow!' and rubs at his forehead but he doesn't seem to mind that much.]

There's plenty of time, I'll catch up eventually.

[He might not live a countless number of years, but he does have a marked advantage over full-blooded humans.]

2

[dms]

[ sidling up next to him to whisper conspiratorially ]

What'd you find? Anything interesting?!

[aono]

Yeah! According to these numbers-

[He points to Kazu's profile.]

-I'm stronger than you!

[dms]

Mm, that's not hard to do, though. I'm more of a lover, not a fighter.

[ he leans in and flips to rin's to get the deets. ]

...Ohh, 20? Isn't that, like, one of the best scores you can have?! That's amazing, Rin-Rin!

[aono]

Yep! I'm probably one of the strongest people here too.

[He looks like a fukken awkward teenage twig.]

3

[agleam]

[there's a pause long enough to grow awkward after this happens before he breaks the silence.]

Could you maybe, um. Move your hand...?

[aono]

Yeah, sure.

[He pulls his hand away.

Enjoy your moon-forehead, Rupert.]

[agleam]

[he cannot see it and doesn't know how the tattoos work so he has no idea what happened, this is fine.]

Do you want to, like... Explain why exactly you did that, or...

[aono]

It's just my way of saying hello.

[He's going to let this nonsense continue for now.]

We could shake hands too I guess?

1

[unsaid]

... are you looking for a friend?

[a waddling fatass friend?

admittedly he sounds more amused than anything,]

[aono]

Not just a friend, she's a part of my soul! We're not even supposed to go that far apart from each other!

[unsaid]

... I can't say that doesn't sound familiar.

[he will move to rise from where he was definitely sitting]

Shall we begin our search then? What does your soul look like? What name does she answer to?

[aono]

Her name's Rinkou! It matches my name, Rin. And she's a big wolverine.

1

[classmate]

[ YOUNG MAN!!!!!!! LANGUAGE!!!!!!!!! ]

Um, did you happen to misplace... someone?

[aono]

That's what I'm saying! She better not have gotten into another trash can!

[He will language all he wants.]

[classmate]

Trash?

[ A brief pause. ]

Is she a pet?

[aono]

...yes? No? She's a part of my soul, so I guess she's more like a familiar than a pet?

2

[technocool]

[ just casually leaning over his shoulder ]

Anything interesting?

[aono]

[He's flipping back and forth between the pages to compare stats.]

There's a lot of weenies in this group. I've got the biggest strength score but some people got as low as a 5.

[technocool]

[ rip to them.

...

wait. ]

Hey-! Just cause you've got more muscle than brain..!

[aono]

And just because someone's got more brain than muscle!

[What point is he even trying to make?]