suitedreams | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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[ 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. ]

Thank you very much.

[i love this near 7' man in an immaculate suit and rimmed hat now sitting at a table eating bread WITH A GRANDPA

because he's literally just going to have a few bites.]

Oh! Ha ha ha, it is quite good, quite good indeed.

[ Oh you really are a grandpa. ]

There's more where that came from, looks like you can pretty much ask them for anything.

[yea he's fucking ancient]

Will you show me more of your favored dishes?

Uh... okay?

[ Evidently he thinks this is a kinda weird question, but he looks down at his shit and. Well there is gyoza there but for some reason he pointedly ignores that and pushes over... some shumai. ]

This?

[HIS GYOZA!!!! OH THE PAIN I FELT IN MY HEART

but mikazuki will gladly accept it, though he smiles a bit at the confusion]

Did I request something strange?

[ His gyoza....... ]

I guess it's not, it's just, uh, nobody's ever asked that. Thought you were gonna come by, grab some food, and leave, actually.

Is that so....

[mikazuki will have some shumai, making another pleased noise before nodding his head]

On the contrary... I would like to stay right here and share in a meal with you. Would that be agreeable to you?

You're kinda a fancy-talking guy, aren't you? Yeah, sure.

[ Pushing a couple more plates, they're like 99% Chinese food or breadsnacks of some kind. ]

So you, uh... [ Uh... ] What're you here for?

Ha ha ha. Perhaps it is because I am old?

[to talk like a fucking antique,

anyway as he helps himself to more of the food - ]

I am here on vacation. [no]

Seriously? How old are you?

[ It's fine he'll take it. Give him any reason to dissociate and gaslight himself into being like 'nope this is not another murdergame'. ]

Vacation's pretty nice.

Hmm... Somewhere over a thousand years old...?

[but he nods]

I would say so. Are you also here on vacation? I hope that we will find our rooms close together.

[jiji will larp out this random vacay scenario if it makes this giant man feel better?]

[ He was halfway through eating a bread and it just kind of

falls out his mouth

and he scrambles to not look like a filthy heathen a little. Nice save. ]

You're fucking what.

[ Sorry roommate optimism getting overpowered by this. ]

On vacation?

[he offers him a napkin

though based on his smile, mikazuki is clearly fucking around]

Nooo. Being over a thousand -- hell, why am I surprised. Bradley and Sieghart were both over six hundred or some shit.

[ It's not as weird right. ]

So you some kind of immortal, or...?

[he's laughing to himself.]

You are very funny....

I am a spirit of sorts, you could say. Though my longevity can be attributed mostly to good fortune and the choices of humans.