WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE PT2

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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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Comments

rupert

[agleam]

[original toplevel]

jason

[agleam]

[from here]

I mean, I can still feel sympathy for things that weren't personally my fault. This is a pretty awful situation.

[but he won't push it beyond that, probably.]

[unrecked]

[He snorts wryly.]

Great, you're a softie. That's going to get you messed up around here, you know. It didn't last time?

sheila

[agleam]

[from here

he looks like he's deeply considering this.]

...Okay, one question first. What are the approximate chances it's going to make me want to throw up?

[toesies]

Hey, do you see me throwing up? If you want to go for it, just do it!

tsuru

[agleam]

[from here]

How would you have said it...?

[preowned]

I wanted to witness...

[ uhhhhhhhh

hhhhhh ]

... a sight.

clem

[agleam]

[from here]

What's a Walker? Is it some kind of monster?

[stillnot]

Basically. It's what we called people who died and came back biting.

marie

[agleam]

[from here

he tilts his head, looking curious.]

Virtual reality? I haven't heard of that yet. What is it?

[classmate]

It's pretty complicated...

Are you familiar with computers?

sebastian

[agleam]

[from here]

Then...?

[he already forgot what they were talking about at the start of this conversation. computer programs and vampires distracted him.]

[unbested]

[ it's fine he also forgot until his thoughts eventually circled all the way back around ]

Then we're back to the clothes thing again...

estelle

[agleam]

[from here

unfortunately, that first detail sounds familiar, but...]

Bizarre accidents? What do you mean?

[mustbepurged]

Well... one person was suddenly trampled to death when we'd only just stepped out for a few minutes... And another had an icicle fall on his head...

It was horrible. People would be there one moment, and the next... they're just gone.

shinobu

[agleam]

[from here]

...Yeah, I do.

[he gives a little smile.]

It definitely makes things easier than only focusing on the bad, at least.

[wisterin]

[ she is always smiling, but her smile is a little softer now. ]

You have a kind soul.

futaba

[agleam]

[from here]

It's nice to see you again! But - let me help you out of there before we get into a long conversation here.

[technocool]

[ unlike the rest of these losers, rupert actually gets her to pause her gremlin ways long enough for him to help her slip out of the revolving doors. unsurprisingly, it's also pretty clear she was also never stuck in the first place :v ]

It'd be really weird to have a revolving door convo, huh? [ outside of door jokes that is ]

rin

[agleam]

[from here]

Or, like. Hear me out. There could also not be a next time.

[aono]

What, you don't want to be covered in rad tattoos?

kaeya

[agleam]

[from here

he gives a nod.]

Right... It's probably not a bad idea to compare notes. Well, to start with - we were in a school. There were classes and everything, although they definitely, um, questionable.

[callalilies]

School?

[ a beat ] Did you... go to this strange school with Bradley Bain then?

dimitri

[agleam]

[from here]

Yeah, Tsurumaru. He seemed...

[...]

Interesting.

[overruns]

[ somewhere, evan is deadeyeing a tree ]

Ah... yes. He has a sense of humor that I... struggle to comprehend, sometimes.

[ sometimes you start an entire murder game with your wheelies. ]