suitedreams | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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poetry.

tHIS TYPEWRITER IS ENCHANTED WHICH IS TO BE EXPECTED.

i don't know i'm having a pretty good, mostly unenchanted time with it.

iT CANNOT BE BROKEN. iT WILL COMPELL US TO WRITE ON IT AGAIN, IN THE FUTURE, FOR THESE STUPID WEEKLY EVENTS.

i CAN FEEL IT.

…

i’m sensing a lot of complaining, and not a lot of get up and go. disappointing.

It would be one thing if it's choice, another if it's compulsion.

I would have written something else.

oh? such as?

Surviving the apocalypse. Killing gods.

... it does take the edge of the whole "surviving the apocalypse" thing when you've just told us you died a lot along the way, yes.

It's not easy when your world is made into the gods' playground.

Sometimes you are fated to die because a Constellation threw a tantrum and cursed you.