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

[fishingforcompliments]

good(?) morning(???)

[marble floors are very uncomfortable to sleep on. flayn is sitting upright, smoothing out the dress she's wearing and making a slight face. she hasn't gotten to her feet yet; rather, she's just looking around the lobby, her brow furrowing and her hair ornament making a soft clinking sound as the motion of turning her head makes the dangling leaves brush against each other.

...

at least they're not on a bus this time.]

...well, this is unfortunate.

[can't believe she's stuck in a murdergame for a third time!! wow!!]

gift boxes...!

[time to look through these boxes! there are enough of them for everyone, so she's just going to assume that that's the intention here. so.

...

flayn is looking at the saving kit right now. after a moment, she just puts it back into the box. she has nothing to shave. next, she pulls out the flask. then she looks around the lobby and, with a sigh, accepts that yeah, this is really happening.

she twists off the cap and takes a long swig of it.

seteth would be appalled.]

wildcard

[if neither of the above prompts works for you, hit me with literally anything else and i'll roll with it! you can also grab me for a pc if you want. sparkles.]

gift boxes

[evocationary]

Oh, mood!

[cheers. she lifts her flask.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she looks up -

and does an immediate double-take.]

—Chef Taako?

[a beat.]

Wait, no...

[evocationary]

[haha well about that she just like. flinches, for a second, and then:]

... Recognize the ol' brand, huh? Hi. I'm the not-ugly twin.

gift boxes

[ashenvaliant]

[ .... give him a minute here, you weren't on the fuckstation. ]

...

I can think of someone who'd have a coronary seeing you do that.

[fishingforcompliments]

[


she stares up at him.]

Yes, well. He is not seeing it, so it is fine.

[ashenvaliant]

... Can't argue with that.

[ he makes a give it here motion with his hand. ]

good morning

[aono]

It could be worse.

[Here's Rin, trying to look at the positives.]

I'm not gonna say how it could be worse by the way, that's bad luck. But it could be worse.

[fishingforcompliments]

...yes, you are right about that.

[it could be worse! it could be much, much worse.]

Where are my manners? ...my name is Flayn. What should I call you?

gift boxes

[stillnot]

Water?

[ she means, like, is the flask full of water...? because why would it be juice or alcohol... easier to ask someone who just drank than to drink some herself! ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she shakes her head]

No, it is wine. But you could likely empty it and have it refilled at the restaurant, if you wished to fill it with water.

gift boxes

[philandery]

[ she'd been the very first entry in the guestbook, so he's looking around for with anyone with green hair, potentially styled in the shape of fluffy croissants.

! he eventually spots her and beelines over. ]

Flayn! You're really— [ getting crunk?! ] Whoa. Easy there.

[ is she even of drinking age, do any of her secrets become revealed in AM route i simply do not remember... (the guestbook had said something about longass naps but clearly he was a bit distracted) ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[ !! ]

Sylvain?

[hm. she looks up at him, then looks down at her flask.]

It is alright. It is not particularly strong. I am certain Professor Manuela would claim it is more akin to a juice than a wine.

gift boxes

[shaft]

[ Just watches her.

Does she immediately get a flush? ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she does not. it's just sweet wine, she's not that much of a lightweight, probably.]

terrible morning

[wisterin]

[ she can let her smile drop for a second in front of flayn. ]

My, that's an understatement. I am sorry we're both here.

[ or...

well, she both does and doesn't hope it's the flayn she knows. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

Shinobu...

[unfortunately(?) this is the flayn she knows.]

...I am sorry, as well.

gift boxes

[sageguidance]

[ ... ]

No hesitation, hm? Though, wholly understandable...

[fishingforcompliments]

It seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

[she is so tired already.]

good mornyan

[classmate]

[ She has never wanted to deal with this shit again and it shows. ]

Very... I'm having a difficult time trying to be optimistic.

[ LIKE HOW CAN!!! YOU BE!!!!! ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[marie is SO valid]

I am, as well. Though I would like to be proven wrong about my suspicions about this place.

seen better mornings

[unsaid]

At least they provided a card to acknowledge the situation.

[the one in the gift basket.... things suck! but jiji continues rolling with the punches - ]

Would a cup of tea lift your spirits any?

[fishingforcompliments]

...well, I rarely say no to a cup of tea...

[is he gonna have her make it



or are they just going to the restaurant]

good morning

[agleam]

[he glances her way as he hears her, and after a pause:]

...Yeah, that's one way to say it.

[fishingforcompliments]

I can think of a few other ways to, but they are all a bit crude.

[seteth would have a hernia if he heard her saying half the things she's thinking right now.]