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suitedreams2022-05-10 09:26 pm
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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...
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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anyway, lup links her arm with sheila's, because safety in numbers, right?] Oh, for sure. Can't wait to die day two, that's a new record.
[she squints, when they enter the restaurant, and then glances at the chairs... and then at sheila.]
Wow! That's not sketchy! [glad we're about to be serenaded by silverware] Let's sit, I guess. Unless you want to do a battering ram on the kitchen doors.
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[When did Hisoka die again... Time is hard. Anyway, she starts to move to sit down with her— but now she's looking at the doors.]
What do you think is behind those doors? It would be nice if it wasn't something murder-y.
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anyway!! as the girls sit, they will find their chairs pushed in for them by those mysterious, shadowy waiters, who appear, and then vanish.
it would be nice if it wasn't something murder-y, says sheila, and the literal moment she finishes her sentence, the kitchen doors burst open, and you can hear the music, loud and clear.
what comes out of the door is not a clown, but rather, a serving plate carrying a roast chicken, as well as several forks, knives, and spoons - standing up on their two legs (legs?) and dancing along with this beat. the parade continues down the table towards the girls - glasses, plates, and napkin rings all growing tiny little feet and beginning to join in the parade down the table. two bottles of champagne slide down the table and land in front of each of them, as if to be uncorked.
the roast chicken on the platter stands up, and begins to shuffle.
one could say they are all... party rocking. ]
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she brings her fingers to her mouth and whistles and whoops really loud, like a mom at a soccer match, when the silverware starts to dance. she's going to like, put a hand on the bottle of champagne but is suspicious of it being posioned so she doesn't like, drink it yet? but she has acknowledged it's here.
sorry she's absolutely going to do the riding gangnam style motion while sitting.]
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This is so fucking funny.]
Wow, the live action version of Beauty and the Beast is a lot different than I remember... [Oh, well. She whoops and starts party rocking on her chair.] Go, chicken! Those moves are as hot as your glistening, crispy skin!
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as the silverware and the plates make their way down the table, shuffling and jamming along with the girls, they stop as they get right to them, the parade of party rockers slowing down. each one of the silverware and plates looks at the two champagne bottles, and then up above their heads. (do they have heads? i'm choosing not to think about it.)
in the back of the room, three other champagne corks pop, loudly, and spray behind the parade, creating a fantastic effect of rainbow colors that reflect the light in the room. the tiny little party rockers, who are not sorry for party rocking, cheer in their tiny little voices. the champagne bottles in front of sheila and lup do a little twirl and hop on the table in front of them.
well? ]
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lup watches the champagne corks pop, and glances at sheila. and then also up. what are the silverwares looking at...]
It feels kind of weird to open these things while they're semi-sentient! But uh, I guess we're being prompted, so like, YOLO. We had a good run if we die!
[and she reaches out to grab the bottle? can she even open this. does she need a bottle opener or can her strength score of eight manage to overcome this trial.]
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They're excellent dancers, too. I know they're asking us to pop their corks, but it still makes me sad.
[Is there a bottle opener... She turns the bottle over to examine it. If there are no tools to pop out the cork, she might just shake it until it pops.]
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"the fist johnson 🔥 jk its lup
imagine lup also doing this once she sees sheila do it"
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the combination of lup's wet noodle strength and the shaking bottle both seem to do the trick. all of the dancing silverware, plates, and chicken stop in their dance, briefly, to watch, as the anticipation builds and builds and builds -
and then, POP!!!
both of the champagne corks go popping off, creating a huge, glittering archway of champagne that sprays through the air. the dancing silverware and plates and chicken all cheer and whoop, and the chicken in particular slides underneath the archway that was created on its chicken knees, and seems to pose, followed immediately by the rest of the tableware, which also does a fantastic pose.
the music stops as the song finishes, and all of a sudden, the girls will hear more champagne corks pop, and a loud poof noise - they are both sprayed with champagne, and golden and blue glitter and confetti bursts from the ceiling and showers both sheila and lup. for a moment, it's hard to see.
... when the champagne haze clears, the party is gone, but sheila and lup will know two things:
one: there is a delicious, massive meal laid out on the table in front of them - filled with rich, tasty food. they will instinctively know none of it is poisoned or their uh, former party rocking chicken friend. he's in a better place now, as he has party rocked to chicken heaven. there's enough food for everyone in the hotel!
two: the girls will instinctively know that they have earned the trust of the restaurant staff by participating in this sacred ritual, and will find that the two of them are now able to cook meals in the kitchen without being shooed out by the shadow staff.
you're done! nice job. ]