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

[battling]

[ gestures at the responses. ]

There's the info.

[agleam]

Yeah, but I was talking about what's going to happen here, not what happened to all of them. Not that that isn't important.

[battling]

Probably murder, considerin'. I ain't gonna forgive ya if you run me over again.

[agleam]

I... Why would I even - no, never mind. I promise I am not going to run over you again.

[battling]

Hey, who knows?

[ He's truly not that fussed. ]

[agleam]

No, I feel reasonably confident about this!

[battling]

Great. I wanna keep my bones intact this time.

[agleam]

Yeah, my goal is going to be keeping bones and also everything else intact.

[battling]

Yeah, good choice, good choice.

[agleam]

[nods, but then he sighs]

Anyways... Want to look around? I'm not sure what else there is to do at this point.

[battling]

Sure. Ya hungry? There's gotta be somethin'.

[agleam]

I mean, the whole hostage situation thing has kind of killed my appetite, but I probably should eat, so.

[battling]

C'mon. Better to think on a full belly.

[ Off to the restaurant. ]

[agleam]

[off they goooo.]

Do you know what direction it's in, or...?

[battling]

Figure we'll wander till we find it. The twins put the kitchen on the first floor in their stupid hotel, so it should be around here.

[agleam]

The twins?

[battling]

Snow and White. Don't worry about 'em, they ain't gonna show up here.

[agleam]

Oh. Is that a good thing...?

[battling]

Yeah, they're the worst people I've ever met.

[agleam]

Oh, wow. Based on what I know about your world, that must be pretty bad...

[battling]

They just pretend they're nice and kind. Kind people don't abandon the towns they're supposed to be protectin'.

[ They're walking into the wrong space. To the courtyard. ]

[agleam]

[they absolutely are, but he doesn't realize it for a second because he's too busy frowning at that description.]

Because they're cowardly, or - a different reason?

[battling]

Nah, cause the town doesn't "conform to their vision". Whatever that's supposed to mean.

[agleam]

That still seems pretty cowardly to me, even if they found an excuse.

[battling]

Who knows how old grandpas like them think.

I never abandoned what was mine.