[ week one: overflow ]

[murderhost]

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

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Comments

[dresscode]

[ ??? decline to answer ]

I don't know! Horror movies are too scawy! [ grownass man saying scawy ] I can't watch them! I'm not equipped for any of this, but you don't see me trying to kill myself! You have to stay alive, Fukuhara-kun!!!

[costars]

[ two pathetic men trying to outpathetic each other, who will win ]

I don't want to! It's too hard!! I couldn't even juggle both my idol responsibilities and studying for entrance exams, there's no way I can do this!!!

[dresscode]

[ Oh damn, Tamon's actually about to win the pathetic-off, because that tripped a trigger in Haruaki's brain to get him to calm down. ]

Eh? You're an idol and a student?

[costars]

[ cool, because he's full-on sobbing now ]

I won't be anymore! My career will be cut short and I won't even get to take the entrance exams and I'll be forced to live in a cardboard box out on the street with nothing to eat but my shoes.

[ actually he'll be dead but details ]

[dresscode]

[ Wow, this guy makes Ogoso's idol-related self-esteem issues seem like a walk in the park.

Luckily, that just fires Haruaki up! He grips Tamon by the shoulders and gives him a gentle shake. ]

You're way too handsome and charming and talented to fail like that, no matter what happens! You have to believe in yourself, Fukuhara-kun! And to believe in yourself, you can't just give up and die! Abe-sensei won't let you!!!

1/2

[costars]

[ oh, he knows how to react to encouragement like this ]

I'm too handsome and charming to fail like that! Thank you, Abe-sensei!

2/2

[costars]

[ wait a minute ]

....Who's Abe-sensei?

[ guy who flipped through the profiles day 1 and then immediately forgot every last name in his panic. ]

[dresscode]

That's me! I know I don't seem like a teacher, but I am~

[costars]

[ sniffs ]

I'm sorry you have to take care of another student here. You can just expel me already.

[ from the school of murder. ]

[dresscode]

Haha, no way. If I haven't gotten any students expelled yet, you're definitely not gonna be the first, Fukuhara-kun.

[ gentle patpat on top of his poor head ]

[costars]

[ ueeeeeeeee ]

I hope none of your students are here...

[dresscode]

They're not! I mean, unless there are other contestants that still have to be introduced... waaah, I hope they're not watching either, that would be terrible...

[costars]

[ he didn't even think about that possibility and now he's even more horrified ]

There might be even more of us? That's terrible!