suitedreams | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: MINGLE

(35 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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!! ]

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

You too, huh?

Yeah. I prefer these to swords. Wasn't expectin' to see a place for 'em.

Well if it's between swords or guns, that's hardly an option at all.

It's nice to have something familiar here, but given where we were before this, I don't like that they're just sitting out in the open.

It's sectioned off from the other stuff so.

[ He is going to try removing an intact gun out of the room.

Nope. ]

Yeah, that seems about right.

...well, that's something, at least. Hopefully we won't have to worry about people stealing weapons.

The knives already went missin'.

[ pause.

long sigh. ]

Of course they did.

Surprised they weren't locked to the kitchen.

Maybe they thought we'd want to cook in our own rooms or in the courtyard or something.

[ or, y'know, do a murder. but that kind of goes without saying. ]