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...

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

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

Comments

[fishingforcompliments]

sunday in the lobby!

[here is flayn. here is flayn, sitting in one of the little alcoves in front of a fireplace. here is flayn, shredding a tie-dye shirt using the blade from the shaving kit and tossing the pieces into the fire...

if she hears anyone approaching, or sees any movement out of the corner of her eye, she merely shrugs.]

I did once say that if I ever saw anything in this pattern again, I would burn it.

[farewell, game item.]

wildcard

[yeet literally anything else at me if you want a sunday thread!! or grab me for a pc. o/ ]

lobby obby obby

[toesies]

[i love flayn]

Totally reasonable. [Sympathetically.] Nasty reminder of your last rodeo?

[fishingforcompliments]

[(flayn voice) FUCK the pink snake and everything that it stands for]

Yes. I am putting it where it belongs.

[toesies]

Amen to that, sister! If you want to get started preemptively on any of the gift shop stuff, I won't blame you.

[fishingforcompliments]

[she looks as though she is contemplating it seriously.]

Would it burn well, do you suppose?

[toesies]

Well... Only one way to find out, right?

[fishingforcompliments]

...you are quite right about that!

[toesies]

So, what do you want to try first?

lobby

[dms]

[ just watching this happen ]

You know, I knew tie dye wasn't for everyone, but I didn't realize anyone hated it that much.

[fishingforcompliments]

It is an unpleasant reminder of last time.

[dms]

I see! Sometimes you really do have to leave the past behind, huh? Totes valid!

[fishingforcompliments]

Thank you. I feel validated.

[dms]

You're welcome! It's cool, tie dye's totally out of fashion, anyways. Unless you're into the '60s vintage look, but somehow I don't think that's your style!

[fishingforcompliments]

"60s vintage look"...?

[dms]

Oh, it's probs just an Earth thing! But it's like - tie dye, fringe, big vests and stuff? And flowers in your hair!

[wisterin]

[ she claps. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she offers her a strip of tie-dye fabric]

Would you like to cast a piece into the flames, Shinobu?

[wisterin]

[ you know what, yes. ]

A little catharsis won't hurt.

[ she takes the strip and flings it into the fire. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[it burns.



flayn looks pleased.]

[wisterin]

[ yaaaay

shinobu is also pleased. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

I had not realized burning things could be so satisfying.

[highestheim]

[ o. ok. this is what's happening now? ]

That's... one way of handling things.

[fishingforcompliments]

I have no need for it and no desire to see anyone else wearing it. If it catches fire and keeps this fireplace lit, then it has at least shown some use.

[highestheim]

That's a very... practical way of looking at it. Though I suppose I can't fault you for not wanting a reminder of your previous experience.

[fishingforcompliments]

[she throws another scrap of tie-dye fabric into the fire.]

Thank you for your understanding. I would certainly not fault anyone who wished not to be reminded of their previous experience, either.