suitedreams | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: MINGLE

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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

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[ imagine if he just punched him in the face, great start 10/10 excellent cr. ]

There's more than one way to use a shaving blade.

[ smile ]

[no please punch him]

Do tell. Surely not slitting anyone's throat. Who would do that?

[Not him..............

Like an annoying gnat, he sits on the opposite side of the table........a puts his feet in the seat of an adjacent chair. At least it isn't on the table.]

[ well now i refuse to. ]

Perish the thought.

[ who would ever think of such a thing. ] That's hardly pleasant coffee conversation, y'know.

[ he looks surprisingly unphased by jason being an annoying gnat man. what a poker face. ]

[NOOOO]

Dunno what you mean. Where I'm from, this is an every day conversation over coffee. [Ah, Gotham.] Sometimes, you might be the one bleeding in it at the end.

[But sure, okay. He flips both hands up.]

I'm not much for good conversation, so you'll have to take the lead.

[his charisma is like 5]

[ pewwish. ]

There's always a chance of someone bleeding. Preferably not into the coffee though, if you don't mind.

[ hmmmmm. ]

That sounds like a you problem.

It's the preferred scenario, but not necessarily the one that'll happen.

[He drops his head back and holds his chest over his heart.]

Oh. Ah! Ow! Wounded. Completely eviscerated. You don't even need the straight razor to cut.

That sounds like a waste of a perfectly good brunch.

[ … wow. these dramatics. ]

If that’s all it takes to eviscerate you, that’s oddly disappointing.

What can I say? You're just too good at wielding the knife.

[Wish he acted literally any more fazed by this, but the humor is so dry it's a desert.]

I'm just a delicate, fragile flower. [All, like, 200 pounds of him. Something is not matching up here.] So small and easily cut.

[ me sat here like ah yes. snark. ]

...

[ he just looks. pointedly. over all of jason. the vibe is if he had glasses on he'd be looking over them. ]

Yes, very small and delicate. All, what, six foot of you?

[My turn to be the snarky shithead. Enjoy.]

Come on now, don't exacerbate toxic stereotypes. Even big guys can be delicate. On the inside. I don't know, maybe a few cry when they get a papercut too.

[ said like i'm not playing someone who snarks. snark 2 snark combat. ]

Do you cry when you get a papercut?

[oh, we fight]

What? Hell yeah. Those things hurt like a bitch. If you don't cry when you get one, that means something is wrong with you.

[ slaps you with a clownfish. ]

I don't deny they hurt like a bitch, but crying over them? Did you papercut your hand in half or something?

Don't act like papercuts aren't some of the most true and ultimate pain, sheesh.

[DON'T DOWNPLAY THE PAPERCUTS.]

They really bring tears to your eyes. Only sociopaths don't cry about their papercuts. You a sociopath? I'm not on good terms with those.

[ blinks. ]

The absolute journey that train of thought just went on.

[ wow. ]

I find a good bit of cursing does the job better than sobbing into my papercut does, personally.

Oh, potty mouth, huh? Funny that a guy with Herbal Essence hair and sharp eyeliner would have the potty mouth.

[He thinks this is funny at least.]

I’m trying to cut back. I’m on a curse diet.

[He’s not.]

The what essence.

[ excuse me he smells floral. maybe. ]

So put a piece of gold in the swear jar and get your boo-boo bandaged.

[Yeah, like the shampoo.]

Herbal Essence. It's shampoo. Now why the fuck would I do that? Oops. I already messed up.

Oops indeed.

Pay up.

Do I look like I've got money? Maybe I wouldn't be here if I did.

[He would.]

The only thing I've got on me are my clothes.

[ anna why does this sound like a strip poker set up ]

There's a convenient way out of paying into your swear jar.

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