[ 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]

[ big honkin pathetic sniffle ]

W-we are...? You're a crybaby loser scumbag pervert too?

[memori3s]

[ oh brother ]

...

[ Forget about having any self determination. What would Haruaki want him to say to get those sweet +3 social link points? ]

That's right.

[ Sounds like a rumor Tanaka could spread about him as blackmail. Close enough. ]

[descendia]

[ his roommate....... ]

[memori3s]

[ PLEASE HE IS TRYING TO KEEP THE PEACE... ]

[voring]

[Learning a lot about the roommates today...]

[memori3s]

[ Just roll with it for now ok?? ]

[dresscode]

Oh... Arisato-kun, I had no idea...

[ He sounds so genuinely touched, like this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him. Perhaps it is. ]

We have to stick together... maybe we don't deserve to live, but we should still try our best!

[memori3s]

[ Wow. He actually believed it... ]

Yes. It's worth trying.

[dresscode]

[ Now he's reaching up to try to clasp Minato's hands in his. ]

Then... then I'll protect you if you'll protect me, Arisato-kun! I promise!

[memori3s]

[ ????????? What happened to being a no-good loser worm that can't do anything right.

It's fine. What matters is Haruaki's stopped crying.

Minato reaches down to clasp one hand while offering his pinkie with his other hand. They gotta pinkie promise. ]

[dresscode]

[ They can contain multitudes! Also, now he just has to figure out what Minato's perversion is so he can support him in it! Maybe it's sailor uniforms too? Oh, what a world that would be...

But for now, the sacred pinky promise. ]

[memori3s]

[ Good luck with that Haruaki...

IN ANY EVENT. Sacred pinky promise officially sealed. Only time will tell if Haruaki is able to uncover Minato's secrets. ]