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

[preowned]

Good.

Working together like this, we'll get to the bottom of this place.

[agleam]

Using the cows?

[preowned]

You never know what might be the answer to saving the day.

Sometimes it's cows, other times it is... pasta.

[agleam]

See, part of me feels like you're messing with me, but both of those things also seemed oddly specific?

[preowned]

I am messing with you about the cow.

[agleam]

—So you actually saved the day with pasta?

[preowned]

It was a birthday gift to an evil snake creature.

[agleam]

I... see.

[he does not]

[preowned]

It probably makes sense with context.

[agleam]

Then the question becomes whether or not I want that context...

[preowned]

It involves a baby shower and snake birth.

[agleam]

...And pasta?

[preowned]

Yes. We accidentally gave birth to an evil snake, and it wanted a birthday party, so we had to give it gifts in order for it to not destroy us all. Pasta saved the day...

[agleam]

...You know, I'm tempted to say stranger things have happened, but I'm thinking about it and that might actually be the weirdest thing I've ever heard.

[preowned]

[ he has to think about it ]

... yeah. Yeah, that was pretty surprising. It was really rude, too.

[agleam]

It was mean to you even though you were throwing it a party?

[a beat]

I guess you did say it was evil, but still.

[preowned]

[ the saddest of nods ]

I believe it is what you would call a... spoiled brat.

[agleam]

I hope the pasta it got is gross.

[the ultimate revenge (no)]

[preowned]

... I'm not sure. I didn't get to try it. What was it?

Acorn Garden...?

[ the popular italian restaurant ]

[agleam]

[after a moment:]

That doesn't sound very appetizing.

[preowned]

Hm, no... not really...




I'm sure it'll be fine.

[agleam]

[he nods even though he still does not really understand this at all]

Yeah.

[preowned]

If you did not deal with a snake, what did you deal with?

[agleam]

Um... The easiest way to describe it would be the embodiment of a story, I guess?

[preowned]

Embodiment of a story... like you were characters in it?

[ damn hope this isn't the sequel ]