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suitedreams2022-06-04 01:28 pm
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WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE PT2
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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And then he'll nudge it with a boot to try and dislodge it, hopefully right into poor Emet who doesn't deserve it. ]
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What are you doing!?
[WHY ARE YOU TASTING IT. god. why do people lick things.
as molly tries to dislodge this thing, though, emet-selch exhales a sigh and prepares for it to possibly come sliding on down towards him. if it dislodges, he is ready to Catch.]
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1.) molly gets a little tasty of something sweet and fruity...like wine, or juice, perhaps. it's fairly watered down and chlorine-ish though. yuck!
2.) his boot connects with the skull and it quickly crumbles. a little more light is shed inside the water slide to reveal that the object in question was a very nice, large towel arrangement shaped like a skull. the wet ball moves with a weird, suction-y pop! and begins unraveling.
3.) as the towels unravel, it appears that an actual skull comes out of the towels, beaning emet right in the face as the teeth chatter almost as though mocking him.
4.) molly will soon feel strange, cold hands on his back, pushing him forward and sending him down the slide also right into emet.
as they both splash into the water, they will find that all of the towels have fallen with molly and are sort of floating around them, all stained the same faint pink. however, now that they're here the two of them will come to know two things:
-the skull is real, but it will disappear after an hour, crumbling into dust
-there is now a large assortment of tropical drinks (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic) and flower leis available for the group at large to enjoy around the pool deck. there are enough supplies for every person to have two drinks.
go dry off, you're done here!]
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Oop-- Grab that for me, would you? I know someone who wants it.
[ the skull. he means the skull. ]
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and listen, he cannot swim OR grab a skull with his hands full? so. he lets go of molly in order to splash back up to the surface, sputtering. reaching for the skull that beaned him in the face because What The Fuck! why is there a skull!]
Why.
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[ he can swim it's fine. but he's also spluttering a bit for a second before kicking his way off to the edge of the pool, reaching over to yoink the skull out of Emet's hands once he hauls himself out. And then shaking himself off like a dog. ]