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

[decaptych]

1. DO NOT PERCEIVE

[ So, uh... there is an incredibly large body in the main lobby. 7 feet tall, built like the widest brick wall imaginable, that kind of thing. It is laying on the ground, in an immaculate grey suit and a nice rimmed hat.

It's also face down and completely unmoving, though you can tell it's not dead. ]

...

[ Well. ]

2. PRIORITIES

[ Or, you can find this large figure in the restaurant instead, brim of the hat still pulled over his face. However, despite his subdued body language, what isn't subdued is his manner of eating. There's just food on the table and he's busying himself with it! That's it. You can come hang or share some food, what have you. ]

3. OTHER

[ PC? Let's hang! ]

1

[classmate]

[ Sorry sir she's perceiving you.

Marie's just going to kneel down and... LIGHTLY PAT HIS SHOULDER? CHECK THAT HE'S BREATHING?

DO THEY ALREADY HAVE THEIR FIRST VICTIM!?!? ]

Excuse me?

[decaptych]

[ Dissociates from the world a bit harder. Raising a big ol' hand and waving it a bit, and it just kind of pathetically splats on the ground. He leaves it there. ]

Sorry you can keep walking. Just pretend I'm not here.

1

[evocationary]

Stop being dead. That's not how this works.

[:T]

[decaptych]

Noooo.

I'm not dead so I'm not breaking any rules!

[ He says, face down, into the linoleum or whatever it is we have. Loopholes, Lup! ]

1

[battling]

[ He just sits down directly next to him and waits. Prodding him. ]

Hey. Mask.

[decaptych]

[ SITS THE FUCK UP SO FAST ]

YOU?

1.

[headmt]

[ oh no. well. squatting down next to him. patting him on the back. ]

Don't worry. There is a hot tub.

[decaptych]

[ Contemplative pause. ]

...You know, I've never been in a hot --

[ And then the voice clicks and PROPS HIMSELF UP ON HIS FOREARMS

LOOKS BACK AT MOLLY ]

Oh fuck.

2

[shaft]

[ In the distance, someone is squinting at him eating. ]

[decaptych]

[ Slowly puts down his food and it's kind of hard to tell with the brimmed hat but he's probably staring back. ]

1

[technocool]

[ steals his heart ]

[decaptych]

2

[unsaid]

[good priorities

mikazuki goes to sit somewhere nearby, looking over the selection of food]

Is there something in particular you recommend?

[decaptych]

[ He looks over all his shit, and

slides over a curry bread towards him. ]

S'not bad.

[ I just really need everyone to consider the concept of a near 7' man in an immaculate suit and rimmed hat pulled down low to shadow his face sitting at a small table eating bread by himself. ]

1

[mustbepurged]

Excuse me...

[Estelle stops nearby, looking down at him with concern.]

Are you all right? Do you need help?

[decaptych]

[ He makes some weird noise that's halfway between a snort and a very intelligent grunt. ]

Huh. No, oh no thank you. Just leave me be.

I'm okay. On with your day.

1.

[ashenvaliant]

…

If you’re wanting to play a being a statue, I hear the courtyard is a good location for that.

[decaptych]

[ Just stays here, but. ]

Cool, suggestion noted. I'll move my ass over there later.

two

[sageguidance]

Oh—so they'll provide us with a full meal here?

[ he's just been looking around. 'sup. ]

[decaptych]

[ I accidentally closed a tab earlier and came back and realised I never responded to this so I guess it must have been this one. Goodbye Alphi.

But Aikawa pauses, and then cautiously kind of gestures around... ]

Uh, yeah. Looks like it. Ask for whatever you want and find out.

2

[unrecked]

Damn, slow down. It isn't going anywhere.

[He isn't exactly joining per say, just being hella nosy around the area.] Well, now I know why you're such a big guy. Where you puttin' all of that, in your legs? [This is familiar, but it hasn't dawned on him quite yet.]

[decaptych]

[ Munchin'. One could call it stress eating. But he does pause a bit when he's addressed and talks through a mouthful of food. ]

'y 'ot? 'S'ot 'i'e we're 'ayin' 'or it.

[ SWALLOW. ]

I dunno, somewhere into my muscles. I don't believe in diets, they make me sad. [ Holds out a croissant. ] Bread?

1

[outsidebones]

[a tiny girl is standing above him looking down at him.]

I say. Are you alive? Don't tell me someone has died already.

[decaptych]

[ Harrow caused the overflow personally ]