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...

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[unbested]

arrival
[ welp. sebastian is still sitting on the floor here in the lobby, in a black and white outfit with suspenders and a newsboy cap, and may just kind of be staring at his (gloved) hands and trying not to cry already. off to a great start!!! ]


guestbook
[ flipping to his profile... looking at his stats... flipping to other pages and looking at their stats... then back to his...

he's looking increasingly upset for a few seconds, but finally seems to have a realization. ]

...Ah! #1 is the best, so that must be the highest number here too...

[ phew!! ]


courtyard
[ aaaand once he finds his way out here, you can find him standing in front of this statue of what appears to be miles edgeworth and just. staring at it.

his cap may be covering up his question-mark ahoge, but its presence can still be felt, because ???? is very much his vibe right now. ]


wildcard
[ hit me with whatever!! ]

courtyard

[evocationary]

[looks at edgeworth

looks at sebastian]

... Did he steal your lunch money or something?

[unbested]

He stole my cases and my perfect deductions!!

[ ... ]

Um. Unless that's supposed to be Mr. Thanatos? I-it's Mr. Edgeworth, right?

[evocationary]

Ohhh, my god! You're a baby nerd!

[she sounds delighted.]

No, uh, it's him. Edgeworth. You know him, then?

[unbested]

[ nerd......... ]

W-well, I did graduate at the top of my class, so I guess I can let that slide...

But yeah! We're both prosecutors. I mean, I'm the best one, and he's probably about to lose his badge, but... um. Why is there a statue of him here?

[ he wants a statue of himself... that isn't The Feast... ]

arrival

[unsaid]

[wow someone is already almost crying. mikazuki will walk away.



he will come back with a napkin from the restaurant, offering it out in his hand silently]

[unbested]

[ well, that just pushes him even closer to crying, because he's usually the one offering a handkerchief to—

—he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and gingerly takes the napkin. ]

...Thanks.

[unsaid]

[humans are really going through it

mikazuki's expression softens into a smile]

You are welcome. Shall we take time for tea?

[unbested]

[ nods... ]

Y-yeah, I guess that might be kind of nice.

arrival

[agleam]

[heading over once he notices him! asking if he's okay seems a little strange, but:]

Hey... Can I get you anything, or...?

[unbested]

[ uggghhh, he's got to look completely pathetic if other people who are presumably in the same situation are reacting to him like this. he wipes his eye with the back of his hand, takes a breath, and forces a smile. ]

N-no, it's fine. Um... you just got here too, right?

[agleam]

As long as you're sure...

[he nods, though.]

Yeah, I did. I'm going to guess that's the case for the rest of us.

[unbested]

[ he is not at all sure but he's going to pretend really hard!!! ]

Y-yeah... [ a brief glance around the room ] Why are we all dressed like this?

arrival

[cuedoves]

Who are--- [ he notices sebastian about to cry, and then zuko panics bc he's terrible at this ]

W-What are you doing! Stop crying! I was just asking a question!

[unbested]

I'm not!! My eyes just— um, something... whatever. What's the question?

[cuedoves]

Well, tell your eyes to cut it out!

[ now zuko's flustered and he can't remember. ]

Uh.

[unbested]

Why are you yelling at me if you don't even remember?!

guestbook

[aono]

[Rin takes a moment to check his.]

No, that can't be right. There's no way in hell I'm 7th smartest here.

[He knows he's as dumb as a box of rocks, it's fine.]

[unbested]

Well, there's no way I'd have one of the lowest intelligence scores here either! I graduated at the top of my class and passed the bar exam already!!

[aono]

I got a 2 on my last English test.

1/2

[unbested]

[ that's... dang. ]

2/2

[unbested]

...And I've never gotten anything lower than a 90, so I can't possibly be only three points higher than you! There's obviously something wrong with these numbers.

guestbook

[fishingforcompliments]

Is that how it works...?

[that really doesn't seem right to her but maybe numbers just work differently where he's from]

[unbested]

Of course it is! Making brilliant deductions is part of being a great prosecutor, so there's no way the best prosecutor in the world would be the... uh... h-hold on.

[ give him, like. a full 30 seconds to flip through all the pages and look at all the INT stats here.

he slams the book closed again when he's done. ]

...the tied-for-third least intelligent person here!

[fishingforcompliments]

...I see. Well, when you put it that way...

[when he puts it that way she can't help but question his claim of being the best prosecutor in he world... but saying that would be rude, so she says nothing.]