[ 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

[changel]

[wow!!]

It is customary to offer one's apologies upon upsetting another. Do you intend to provide recompense?

[murderhost]

Nah.

[ Why should he! He did nothing wrong. ]

[changel]

[sir!]

That's quite a shame. I would have hoped our host would have more manners than this.

[murderhost]

I'm not a host in that sense. I'm a host in the reality TV show sense! I'm a facilitator, and a tormentor. Have you never watched Survivor? Jeff Probst really gets it.

[changel]

[who the fuck is Jeff Probst]

It's a logical fallacy to assume that everyone here knows what "reality TV" is, sir.

[murderhost]

[ Well. How to explain reality TV then? ]

It's... television... made for the drama? Like, oh, do you know what a play is?

[changel]

Of course. But every event that occurs in a play is fictional, is it not?

[and this is REAL LIFE!! YOU'RE ASKING FOR REAL PEOPLE TO DIE, HERE!!]

[murderhost]

Yes, okay. But imagine you took real people and their lives, and put them on a stage where people got to watch them live their lives out. For good and bad. That's reality TV.

[changel]

. . . and is it common for this "reality TV" to ask its participants to kill each other?

[murderhost]

Kiss each other, instead. That's more common. But some people really like the kill or be killed genre too which is our niche.

[changel]

[KISS??? THAT'S MORTIFYING FOR A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REASON]

I'm afraid I fail to see what the entertainment value in a "kill or be killed" production. Perhaps. . . I am simply not the target audience.

[murderhost]

[ Yeah. Isn't it? Better here than there, right! ]

Yeah, probably not. Which is why you're on the show instead of watching it. Because people love how scandalized you are.

[changel]

[no she still thinks she'd rather kiss]

Well. Do forgive my rudeness, but.

I believe they have poor taste.

[murderhost]

Wow, that's really rude.

[changel]

Hehe. I didn't try to hide it.

[RUDNESS FOR RUDNESS, SIR]