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

[preowned]

... yes.

Apparently, Kara-bou is in danger.

[ so. here he is. apparently. ]

[overruns]

[ there's a flicker of surprise before his expression darkens a little. ]

How so?

[preowned]

I don't know.

[ he gestures to... here. ]

But I am willing to play along for his sake.

[overruns]

[ he respects that, though his eyes only grow stormier. ]

As noble as that is, I can only expect the worst if all of us were brought here with the lives of those dear to us in the balance.

[preowned]

And since everyone has likely done this at least once, they are less likely to hesitate.

[ they don't have to go through the usual "no we'll never murder" thing that happens at the start of a mg ]

[overruns]

[ cool! he looks sad. ]

Shouldn't they be more hesitant because we've done this before?

[ they all know how terrible it is. ]

[preowned]

You would hope so... but it's not always the case. For some people, once you do a first kill, while it might not necessarily become easier, you are less likely to say no to it.

[ ... ]

But a good thing to start with would be what we did last time. Gather information on where everyone is from and compare notes. I also want to know if our group is the only ones who have been to three.

[overruns]

I have to admit it never weighs on my mind any less, no matter how often this happens...

[ he understands, logically, where tsurumaru is coming from. he expects this to be a murder game. but it's unpleasant. after taking lives, he's only grown less fond of doing it. ]

It's starting to seem like it isn't anyone's first, at least.

[preowned]

It couldn't be Pandora again, could it?

[ he'd be a little annoyed if the olive garden didn't actually save the day ]

[overruns]

Was she not appeased by 'infinite free pasta?'

[ and the joker? ]

[preowned]

I would have thought it was foolproof?

[ tsuru doesn't know how olive garden works to know better ]

[overruns]

[ how could it be that she wasn't distracted forever by breadsticks and the internet? ]

Did Taako give her a counterfeit?

[ actually it was expired ]

[preowned]

I would believe it.

[overruns]

[ clenches fist ]

Taako...