WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ 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

Comments

[ercnerd]

I don't know about yours, but pikes are still in fashion in my dimension.

[He gives it a couple of twirls, feeling the weight, and easily slides into a stance.]

What brings you here? Something catch your fancy?

[frostythehitman]

Really? Huh. What other fashionable weapons you got over there?

Just trying to get a lay of the land here, is all.

[ercnerd]

[He goes through a series of motions, all graceful and practiced, as he answers conversationally:]

It depends on where you look. Swords and polearms are all the rage in Kanavan; Serdin prefers magic; bows are popular in Eryuell; and the Underworld's full of firearms.

[frostythehitman]

[ Bucky just watches this dude with his pike. He doesn't know a damn thing about pikes, really, but he knows experience when he sees it. This guy knows what he's doing.

That last line practically bowls him off his feet though. THERE'S GUNS OUT THERE AND Y'ALL ARE STILL JUST STICKING TO PIKES??? ]

Yeah? How do you guys handle gunmen then?

[ercnerd]

How else?

[He pauses to shoot a grin in Bucky's direction.]

You dodge, like you would arrows! If you can't do that, just avoid getting shot somewhere fatal.

[frostythehitman]

Yeah, okay.

[ is everyone in this guy's world hopped up on super serum? do they all have insane reflexes?? Sure, Bucky's no stranger to dodging bullets, but for that to be the norm? WILD. ]

Must be fast, to bring a pike to a gunfight and still have a chance at winning.

[ercnerd]

[PSA: Sieghart's ideas should not be taken as the norm.]

I've been honing my reflexes for years. Besides, there's no way I would lose to a gun, even if I were to fight with my bare hands.

[frostythehitman]

That just means you haven't encountered a good enough marksman before.

[ercnerd]

Careful. If the Underworld's bounty hunters heard you say that, they might go targeting your soul next.

[frostythehitman]

I'd like to see them try.

[ercnerd]

Really? Then I'll let Rufus know the next time we all meet at a festival.

[frostythehitman]

[ ! ]

Rufus? Brownish hair, pointy ears, about this tall? [ holds his hand up to about Rufus height. ]

[ercnerd]

Oh, you met him?

Then you should know. His attitude's a bit rotten, but he's supposed to be one of the best. He shot at me a few times, so I can attest to his aim.

[frostythehitman]

[ he snorts at the attitude comment ]

Is he? Now I wish I could've had a little shooting contest with him.

[ercnerd]

[Alas, reality is cruel, leaving a bullet in the leg as its only parting gift.]

Where were you two, anyway?

[frostythehitman]

[ ARE YOU SAYING NOW, A YEAR AND A HALF LATER, THAT IT WAS RUFUS WHO SHOT BUCKY IN THE LEG AND GOT HIM SCAPEGOATED ]

We were trapped in a simulation of sorts. Weird magic-y place where we had to murder each other.

[ercnerd]

[Rufus didn't handle guns that night!!]

The murders seem to be common ground. Did everyone manage to get out?

[frostythehitman]

Yup. Everybody back from the dead, murder simulation over, and we all got to go home.

You?

[ercnerd]

Of course. We left the daycare and ended the story. Everyone graduated with a wish!