[ 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

[honeytraps]

Yeah. The other reason is...

[Milly hesitates a little.]

Not having papers makes it easier for someone to disappear.

[combathatchet]

[Oh... even without context, that is worrisome.]

Because there's no paper trail?

[He wonders how much that matters, in a place like this, so very, very far away from home.]

[honeytraps]

[Milly nods.] It's hard to track someone down when you control everything that's known about them.

[Despite the serious subject matter, however, she smiles reassuringly at him.]

But if this is really being recorded, there's always a chance someone who can find this place will see it! A good person couldn't just sit back and watch this kind of show happen, could they?

[combathatchet]

[He wonders. It might be that a certain kind of clientele only has access to this sort of programming, which would make more sense, but...

He hates to quash that optimism. They really need more of it right now.

... ]

There's a chance. I wouldn't say no to an intergalactic white knight swooping in to rescue us all.

[honeytraps]

There are other ways to get good ratings, right? That's what Mr. Host said. [People love romance and drama...now perhaps we can understand why we're having a big dating show party on Thursday night.......the ratings.]

So there really is a chance! I just know there are people out there who won't be able to resist.