WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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Good morning, esteemed guests. Did you sleep well? We hope you found your accommodations suitable. It did take some time to get your rooms ready, after all.

As you awaken on Monday, you’ll find that things are just as they were the night before. The kitchen will serve piping hot breakfast during the morning hours, the pool’s been stocked with fresh towels and the gardens are open for anyone who wishes to spend some time among nature. However, should you explore a bit, you’ll find that a few new changes have been made to the hotel itself.

The front door no longer spins endlessly, for one thing. Should you make an attempt to exit the hotel, you will find yourself entering a new location. Some of you may even find this place familiar.

In addition, should you enter the elevator you will find a new button appears, proudly reading 00. Pushing this button will take you to a new floor where you will also find a few new areas to peruse. Explore to your heart’s content, get to know more of the hotel, and take your time in learning more about each other.

…speaking of…you may find yourself learning more about some people than others. For the duration of this week, you will find yourself with a connection to your suitemate that cannot be severed. You will be able to feel certain pains and emotions that they feel throughout the week. Nothing brutal, mostly those pesky, annoying feelings you don’t want to share with people. Are you feeling a little embarrassed someone complimented you? Your partner will feel this embarrassment. Got a nasty little papercut from misbehaving? Your partner will feel that, too. And if you don't have a suitemate? Don't worry. You'll find yourself attached to the suitemates right next door to you. Try not to drive each other too insane, hm?

Oh, and we would like to mention…housekeeping came by and has provided everyone with one (1) travel-sized toothbrush and toothpaste. Clean your mouths, stinky guests.

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

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WEEK 0

MONDAY

MEZZANINE LEVEL
► A to-go container (with Starshine's logo on the box) containing carrots and doughnuts has been left in front of every bedroom door. Watch your step!

TUESDAY

LOBBY
► There is a folded-up note sitting on the front desk. It does not appear that any effort has been made to unfold it. Seems like it's been sitting out overnight?
► The note has several new creases on it, as if it was unfolded and re-folded several times. It also now has "TO STAFF" scrawled on the outside.

GIFT SHOP
► One of the t-shirts on display has a bunch of blood smeared onto it. Gross.

SUNDAY

CEMETERY
► White chrysanthemums have been arranged artfully on Flayn and Sieghart's graves.

A THING

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[did you enjoy getting locked in last night? at least you were probably used to it. maybe you weren't, depending on your last rodeo. anyway, at least it's over now, as the rooms unlock once more and you're free to go, especially since absolutely nothing happened during the night.

anyway, as you exit or make a move to, you'll find something strange happening. your feet move on their own, guiding you to a specific location.

once you stop, you and one other person are standing at the entrance to the butterfly garden.

two people in this thread, please!]

[sageguidance]

[ Yes, nothing at all.

Well, good morning, Alphinaud is here. ]

... And so it begins. Shall we?

A THING

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GOOD MORNING, GUESTS

On Friday morning, you awaken to the loud sounds of a typewriter tapping away at a message, and a shrill ding! as a line completes.

Strangely, there's no printout on your typewriter, if you're near one. Instead, when you open your eyes, there's a folded piece of paper on your chest that looks a little something like this.

FLAYN Destruction of Property...... $███ █ ████ Burning Clothing Fee....... $███ █ ████ Wedding Cancellation Fee...... $████ ████ SUBTOTAL $████ ████ TOTAL DUE: FLAYN'S LIFE CHECKOUT COMPLETE! Starlight Hotel: You Can Check Out Anytime You Like, But You Can Never Leave! ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█▌│║█

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So much for the pizza. Mini-investigations are now live and available! Please use the mini-investigation-coordination channel on the Discord server if you would like to sign up.

Additionally, the Starlight Staff is once more unavailable: ringing bells, calling the front desk, or trying to type on the front desk typewriter will get you no answer.

Trial will begin Saturday at 12pm EST/9am PST. Check the header in the Discord for other timezones! See you then. :)

[battling]

I. Camp: Music

[He has no idea where he is, but he figures he might as well look around some. He's immediately spit into the music room and he squishes an otamatone's face to make a noise.

He will do it again.]

These things for music?

II. Hall door 5

[Bradley can be found leaning against the wall next to this door.]

'm out? [How does he know if he's out or not when every single hallway looked exactly the same...] What day is it?

III. Butterfly garden

[He sees a single dark butterfly and immediately leaves the area. Absolutely not! Not today, Hawkmoth!]

IV. Wildcard

[PCs are open!]

III

[aono]

Oh hey Br-

[Oh there he goes. Confused, Rin will follow him out of the butterfly garden.]

Hey, wait up!

[frostythehitman]

a. vending machine vendetta
[ Here's Bucky, at the vending machines! More specifically, here he is kneeling down by the little vending flap, and...missing an arm? His remaining arm is in the vending flap, trying to reach for a bottle of Starlight C*ke that's stuck and it looks like he's got some kind of contraption--

Ah. No, that's his other arm. He's detached his left arm, and is now trying to use it to fish the stuck C*ke out.

It looks very dignified. ]

b. statues
[ Hi. Here's Bucky, standing in front of all the statues in the courtyard, arms crossed and giving them the stinkeye like they've wronged him somehow. In particular, he's poking around a bunch of the hooded ones, like if he gets in close enough at the right angle or gets past the hoods, he'll find something. ]

c. mystery room 10!
[ Bucky enters room 10, sees the table with the revolver, and immediately tries to walk back out. Well. Great.

He sets about examining every inch of the room for some hint of an escape route or explanation. By the time someone else joins him in the room, he's examining the revolver itself. He lifts his head up and nods in acknowledgement. ]

Hey, check the door. Is it locked for you too?

d. wepon
[ Bucky is in the armory, looking over all the firearms. Occasionally he picks one up and handles it so, so delicately, respectfully, as he examines it. There's something like a fond look on his face. Ah, a man and his guns. ]

e. mr camp director, tear down this door
[ wow look, we can exit the hotel! into a campgrounds! where you might hear a dull thudding coming from the director's cabin.

Inside is Bucky, who is desperately trying to ram into the room labelled 3F BUNNY ROOM with his shoulder. He looks like the door has personally aggrieved him. ]

f. wildcard!
[ hmu on disco or plurk captainplanette and let's work out some fresh new idiocy to thread out!! ]

d

[battling]

[There's a pleased little noise as he starts dismantling one of the guns, judging the make and the quality.]

a

[aono]

[That sure is a man using his arm to get a C*ke free.]

...

You alright there?

[ercnerd]

[After emerging from the sixth door, Sieghart goes to the butterfly garden, where he glances at the shadowesque butterflies that flit around him. Given the nature of the place, it's hard not to miss another presence as he points a foot in that direction.]

Hey. Enjoying the sights?

[Later, at the armory, Sieghart runs a hand along the shaft of a pike in his grasp. He looks over his shoulder when he's joined by another face.]

It's been a while since I handled one of these. Want to spot me?

butterfly garden

[highestheim]

[ sieg will feel a brief flicker of surprise when he calls hope out! how weird. ]

Hello, Sieghart. I was wondering when I would run into you.

armory

[frostythehitman]

Yeah, I think not touching one since the medieval era counts as "a while."

But if you need a spotter, I can help.

@ armory

[callalilies]

[ kaeya is eying some of the swords curiously until he's called. glancing over: ]

Of course. Polearms aren't my specialty at all, but watching is always entertaining.

armory

[aono]

Sure, I was coming here to practice anyway.

[He's got his actual sword with him, but he'll set that one to the side and look over the practice weapons for the best replacement to use instead. No using a real weapon against someone without a similarly real weapon.]

[ashenvaliant]

[ is it truly a murdergame if i don't offer one option but lay it out like i'm giving you the illusion of choice? yes, it is always a murdergame, but i'm gonna do this anyway ]

i. (that butterfly song from the 90s blasts in the background)

[ anyone entering the butterfly garden later on in the day may find themselves tripping over a purple heap in the middle of the long grass. the lump in question will make an annoyed sound when disturbed, but on closer inspection doesn't appear to be injured or anything.

when it's clear he's not going to be left alone, yuri will wave a hand lazily. ]

Rather pretty, isn't it? Is it normal for hotels to have entire butterfly gardens hidden just out of the way like this, or is this place shaping up to be as unique as all the other places we've ended up?

[ regardless of the line of conversation, he seems pretty chill here. join him? ]

ii. general call for pcs/wildcard option.

[ as it says on the tin... opens my arms for pcs or your wildest wildcard options. ]

i

[aono]

[What if he actually tripped over Yuri's leg and landed face-first on the ground next to him with a muffled 'shit!'? Would Yuri still say the same comment? Please say yes because that's so funny to me.]

[aono]

1: Front door

This is BULLSHIT!

[Why is Rin angy? Well he's standing near the revolving door and he's just thrown a polaroid picture on the ground. Said picture is of a couple very cute-looking rabbits, and at the bottom the words "TAKE ONLY MEMORIES, LEAVE ONLY FOOT CRIMES :)" are written. No bunnies for Rin :(]



2: Training Dojo

[Rin is sitting on the ground near the rack of training weapons in the dojo. He has his actual sword with him, and he's giving it a visual inspection at the moment. He's taking his time to inspect the blade carefully, looking for any signs of dirt or damage. In the end though, he seems satisfied with the results and puts the sword back in its scabbard for the time being.]

I guess I'll have to actually practice with these other ones though.

[Come fite him, for fun and games.]

1

[mustbepurged]

[Estelle picks up the picture and looks at it, confused.]

Huh? I think it's a cute picture, though...

1

[frostythehitman]

Do you even know how to take care of rabbits?

MINI-EVENT

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MINI EVENT.

On Wednesday morning, you are all awoken to a strange clicking noise. When you seek out the source, you might find something strange sitting on your desk in your suite - a typewriter! It is bolted to your desk - no matter how hard you try to remove it, you cannot remove it - and upon further inspection, there's already something written on the paper.

>>TYPE YOUR DISPLAY NAME. YOU MAY ONLY TYPE ONE NAME. NO CORRECTIONS.

Once you've done as instructed, there's a ding! And underneath your message, a new line begins to form.

Greetings, guests.

Your rooms have officially been upgraded! We have created a method for you all to contact each other, as this has been a commonality in other, similar locations. While ours may not be as advanced as you may be used to, these typewriters will give you the chance to speak to each other through messaging. Please understand that they are not removable from your room. You may find typewriters in other locations throughout the hotel: they, too, are not removable from their locations. Please do not try.

Since you've been here for a few days, management would like to present a chance for you all to get to know each other a bit better, as well as test out the technology you have been given. Please follow the directions that will print momentarily - if you participate, you will be rewarded.

Take care. - Management

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Welcome to your first mini event! Rather than divide into groups, create a top level for your character in the style of a Reddit AMA. Examples might be something like - "I (28, M) ran away from a crime syndicate boss job because I wanted to be a teacher. AMA." Be creative!

To receive rewards for this mini event, your mods would like to see a contribution of 5-10 comments beyond a top level. Try to interact with people outside of your original games! Please turn in your mini-event participation here.

A second part to this mini event will be posted at 6PM EST/3PM PST. Feel free to use the event coordination and top levels channels for bumps!

Also, you now have network capability! Wow!

DIY BRAIN SURGERY AMA

[outsidebones]

[harrow will sit down at the typewriter and gently try to type 'Harrowhark,' which she succeeds at. and then she tries to type her next sentence, but it comes out like this: ]

I (18, F) did brain surgery on myself to avoid coping with grief. AMA!

...What?

I (3NB) banged 20 people, learned to read, and came back to life all in two months AMA

[headmt]

[ theres no commentary here maybe he just naturally typed this ]

Bandit Boss AMA

[battling]

[Boss gets entered in.]

I (600, M) ran a gang of wizard bandits for over 400 years. AMA.

MESSAGE FROM: lup * isthereacharacterlimitonthisthing42069bone

[evocationary]

i (100mumbleF) went to space and got chewed on by a demonic furby every friday AMA

SUITE DREAMS! ⭐️🐝🌠

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GOODNIGHT...

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When Thursday evening rolls around in the hotel, you can almost feel the tension in the air. Why in the world would it feel tense? It's just a hotel. Just another night.

Maybe you're ready for it, though. At eleven o'clock, everything falls eerily, eerily silent, and then there is a single click noise, as the door in the room you're in locks. No matter how much you kick at the doors, no matter if you put your key in your own lock, no matter how you scream or yell, it seems as though you're locked in for the night. The typewriters in the room refuse to type characters. The newly installed phones have no dial tones. There's just nothing.

Silence.

But you're used to this, right?

A familiar hour passes, this way.

As the clock strikes midnight, however, an overwhelming amount of shadows crawl up the walls of the room you're in, pitching the room into complete darkness, and then, just like that, you're fast asleep.

Sweet dreams, guests. We'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.

Have a nice rest. See you Friday, at 3 PM PST/6 PM EST for...A Thing. ♥