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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Comments

[classmate]

lobby

[ Marie is dressed in her Anya Taylor-Joy best, peeling through the pages of the book with curiosity and landing on her own profile.

If you're nearby you may witness her blinking thrice, tilting her head a bit to the side, and then immediately scoffing. ]

... I suppose... [ SHE LOOKS SO OVER IT. ]

restaurant

[ Later on she can be found at the restaurant! Where she is currently mulling over what she should try, expression a bit puzzled. ]

There's so much to choose from... Tsurumaki-san would have a hard time. [ Musing this much, she breathes a small sigh before catching you (yes... you) in the corner of her eye. ]

Were you looking to have something to eat as well? [ She cants her head slightly, offering a smile. ] I'd enjoy some company.

wildcard

( throw whatever at me this includes insults )

restaurant

[decaptych]

[ As sad as he is about everything, food always makes stuff better. Something something timey wimey whatever. ]

...Yeah, sure. Alright.

[classmate]

[ First date on the week 0 mingle??????????? Lowe.... ]

They have a very wide selection, do you happen to have a favorite type of food?

[decaptych]

[ Yeah Ryza!!! ]

Yeah, it's --

[ NO NVM ]

Nah, I'll eat anything.

[classmate]

[ ... IS IT HUMANS?????? ]

And nothing you're allergic to? I guess the safest thing to order would be a pasta.

[ A brief pause. ]

Have you ever heard of... Applebee's?

restaurant

[agleam]

[he blinks, but then smiles at the offer in turn.]

Yeah, sure. That sounds great.

[classmate]

I'm Marie, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ yay friends ]

The menu is pretty impressive, it's actually a bit intimidating...

Do you have a favorite type of food?

[agleam]

I'm Rupert! It's really nice to meet you, too, despite - you know, the situation.

[rather than linger on that, though, he gives a little laugh.]

Oh, definitely pancakes. How about you?

[classmate]

Pancakes are good.

[ Also haha yea the situation... sucks! ]

I like Japanese food, but that's probably because I enjoy the taste of dashi. Lately though I've eaten more barbeque... which isn't bad, as long as I don't eat too much.

Restaurant

[battling]

[He slides right into the chair across from her.]

They got fried chicken here?

[classmate]

[ sir does this look like a kfc ]

I think so? The menu has a wide range!

[battling]

[ What's that ]

Great. Let's share a meal!

[classmate]

Fried chicken might be a little to heavy for me, so I hope you don't mind eating most of it...

And to drink?

lobby

[unsaid]

[the scoff.... funny, though mikazuki has the grace not to just outright laugh]

Is something not to your liking?

[classmate]

[ How does she say "all of it" without saying... "all of it". ]

Honestly? All of it.

[unsaid]

It is good to be honest.

[easily,]

They seem to have removed all writing utensils from the premises to prevent defacing it - and everything else that might inspire ire, I imagine.

restaurant

[ashenvaliant]

It’s not as though running around in a panic on an empty stomach would do us any good.

[classmate]

[ She nods her head. ]

Not at all. Though it's a little difficult to really appreciate the hospitality considering the situation.

[ where's the manager around here... she wants to talk ]

[ashenvaliant]

Can't write a strongly-worded complaint on an empty stomach either. And I'm feeling personally vindicative enough to run them up a giant bill by eating through their supplies.

lobby

[sageguidance]

[ seems about right ]

Not flattering, hm?

[classmate]

I think whoever wrote it did it with the means of being funny...

But it's fine. [ A brief pause as she turns the pages again, finding him. ] ... What's a Scion?

[sageguidance]

'Tis bad comedy, aye.

[ Really, who keeps writing this nonsense... ]

—Hm? Oh, that. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, we are, and it is our duty to ensure the protection and safety of our realm.

restaurant

[outsidebones]

[she's slightly turning up her nose at the menu. how, it's essentially unlimited.]

...I suppose, though I'm hardly very hungry. Perhaps I'll have water.

[classmate]

Not even a snack?

Have you ever had a crepe before?

[outsidebones]

A crepe? I can't say that I have. What's in it? Is it quite strong?