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beachepisode2026-04-29 04:01 pm
murderhost) wrote in beachepisode2026-04-29 04:01 pm
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[ week one: overflow ]
MINGLE LOG
The way you arrive might vary from person to person. Perhaps, you wake up on the beach, with your pet cat licking your face. Or you wake up tucked away in your bed, an item of yours nearby and a card on the bedside table reading your name and Welcome to the manor!
Either way, you end up in a modern mansion on a empty, lonely beach, with no explanation of why you're there or what's going on. In the driveway, there is a car with keys in the ignition but, unfortunately, no gas in the tank. In the living room, there is a touch screen television featuring a variety of profiles featuring you and the many other lost souls trapped in this mansion alongside with you.
There is also a camera crew. A camera crew? Really? But following the characters along are blank faced mannequins in a variety of colors, dressed in all black, operating cameras to film them. If you try and talk to the crew, they say nothing (as they have no mouth or eyes or... anything) and just continue to film them. Trying to touch them results in the mannequin falling over and going immobile, only to be replaced by a new one that appears from... somewhere? Weird.
The kitchen is fully stocked. There are spare clothes in the closets. There's even a few video game systems with games in the living room as well. There are books to read in the library. There's writing and drawing materials in the office. There's things to do. Just... why? To what end? What's going on here?
For those intrepid folks who decide to walk as far as they can away from the manor and the beach will find themselves blinking at one point and suddenly being back in the front yard of the manor. Huh. Strange.
Answers don't seem to be coming anytime soon. You might as well just... settle in?
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PROPERTY DAMAGE | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS
Either way, you end up in a modern mansion on a empty, lonely beach, with no explanation of why you're there or what's going on. In the driveway, there is a car with keys in the ignition but, unfortunately, no gas in the tank. In the living room, there is a touch screen television featuring a variety of profiles featuring you and the many other lost souls trapped in this mansion alongside with you.
There is also a camera crew. A camera crew? Really? But following the characters along are blank faced mannequins in a variety of colors, dressed in all black, operating cameras to film them. If you try and talk to the crew, they say nothing (as they have no mouth or eyes or... anything) and just continue to film them. Trying to touch them results in the mannequin falling over and going immobile, only to be replaced by a new one that appears from... somewhere? Weird.
The kitchen is fully stocked. There are spare clothes in the closets. There's even a few video game systems with games in the living room as well. There are books to read in the library. There's writing and drawing materials in the office. There's things to do. Just... why? To what end? What's going on here?
For those intrepid folks who decide to walk as far as they can away from the manor and the beach will find themselves blinking at one point and suddenly being back in the front yard of the manor. Huh. Strange.
Answers don't seem to be coming anytime soon. You might as well just... settle in?
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PROPERTY DAMAGE | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS
PROPERTY DAMAGE + CHANGES
Changes:
As of Wednesday:
at least, until everyone takes them backok the pillow fort has started to be dismantled as some people take pillows and blankets backAs of Thursday:
Wednesday — NPC Interaction
Around four on Wednesday, PB Butterworth shows back up at the house. Where did he come from? Don't worry about it! Was he here the whole time? Maybe! Either way, in the living room there will be the ringing of that hand bell again and when everyone finally makes their way to the living room, they'll see PB. He will wait patiently until everyone arrives before addressing the group. ]
Hi. I said we'd talk later. This is the talk.
[ A pause and — ]
Welcome! You're here because you all signed a contract to participate in a reality TV game show. The premise of this show is a game of mafia. Or werewolf. Basically, you're here to kill each other. Yes, actual murder! You will die! There are a select few among you who are chosen to kill everyone and the rest of you have to find those people before they kill you. Get good ratings, follow your contract, and you'll be good to go!
Good luck! Any questions?
[ Yes, he's actually sticking around for questions. Which, btw, means he keeps staring at Junpei in particular because wow, you were spot on. ]
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Why? Is there a prize at the end?
[You're asking for a lot, robot dude]
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I didn't sign a contract. Why would anyone sign a contract like that??
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Actually can you leave again (no). It takes him a minute to rally, but he does, determined!!! It'll be fine, he has a brilliant suggestion]
Okay, so... what if instead, we don't do that?
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... Bit old-fashioned, isn't it?
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the face that she is committing to memory so she can draw so many shitposts and doujinshis where she kicks his ass later as stress relief!!!!!!!! ]
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Surely this is a hoax? You would go through the effort to have us brought here just to waste your efforts by culling our numbers this way?
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he just takes another sip of whatever drink he has and stares PB down. ]
Uh huh. So, where's our copy of the contracts we signed?
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No way, no way, no way! This is a seriously unfunny joke!
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Not Haruaki, though! He's immediately dropping to his knees, crawling toward PB to cling to his legs. ]
But I don't want to die!!! I have so much to live for!!!!!
[ ................ ]
W-well, not really, but m-maybe I will one day!!!!!!!
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He was really, really hoping he was just being paranoid, that the similarities are all in his head -- but this isn't even about sorcery this time.
It's fine, this is fine, ]
How long do you plan to keep us imprisoned here?!
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And how are we meant to follow the contract if we do not remember signing it? What are the consequences for breaking it?
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[ He's not surprised by the explanation; it confirms all of his suspicions given the robot's earlier profile. ]
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Just wonderful. Leon ignores the ball of dread tangling itself up in his stomach.]
I have a question. What contract?
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when he's done. ]
One question. Is this the start of the game, or have we already been playing from the start?
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[She throws her drink at him.
Glass and all.]
How is that supposed to be a game?!
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Can we see our contacts at a later time?
[ at any time? ]
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however, he is still hiding behind someone else. ]
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"Chosen to kill," you say... and on what grounds would that be?
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thursday 🔪
[ Meaning. Around lunchtime on Thursday when there’s at least a few people gathered at the table to try and enjoy a meal in peace, Roathe strides into the room with clear purpose. He glances around the table and seems to find those gathered acceptable, because without any warning, he quite suddenly tosses something towards the middle of the table.
The knife embeds itself into the wood (more property damage) and before there’s any worry about Roathe getting started early, it’s a very familiar knife. It’s the one that was on the end of his tail. ]
Since you’re all here to witness it, I would prefer there is no confusion. Stabbings are a trivial method of murder, and thus I did not want to be the one to bear the immediate blame.
[ And indeed, the end of his tail is very bandaged! He sure did cut that off like any normal person would! ]
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But instead, Leon startles as a knife suddenly embeds itself in the table before him. He swiftly looks up to see Roathe, paired with an explanation, and now sporting a bandaged tail with no knife attached.
Again, with feeling: what the fuck.]
I'm glad we're all coping with this normally. Question: are you crazy?
[WORRY!! CONCERN??]
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💖​​🥰​💞​thursday💕​💟​💌
would you care to come join two blondes in gossip hour? ]
Okay, so hear me out, Mademoiselle Milly.... but Monsieur Host said that drama is the answer and people could even date each other for uh, ratings? [ he's never watched TV ] So maybe... matchmaking is the answer?
[ is he being for real? oh, the twinkle in his eyes suggests that he's so for real. ]
It's impossible to force love to happen! All you can do is listen with an open heart and try to guide others to their true feelings. But having someone to love... is having a reason to keep going and to always better yourself! We should all be reminded of that from time to time.
[ appropriately, milly goes to commandeer the dating reality tv show reruns on the main screen in the living room. she's watched enough episodes by now that she can categorically explain the most romantic confessions and moments and will talk the ear off of anyone who is willing to listen and dares to ask about the different premises of the shows. that's how they get you.
meanwhile, not unlike a student learning from a teacher, yves is nodding along with rapt attention... and for YOU, poor person who might be walking by, he will swivel his head in your direction and wave you down ]
Oh! Excuse me, excuse me! We have a question for you!
[ run ]
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What is it?
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