[ 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

[crashout]

[ he does look back to make eye contact. ]

Can't say I blame you for punching him.

[missdemeanor]

[ staring contest! they can have a second of that before desscaras responds, even as always: ]

Did you sock the first guy you met that was like him?

[ since he said he's met enough. ]

[crashout]

[ he's sooo good at staring contests. granted, she then asks him that and there's a moment like he has to register the question before there's a laugh. it's surprised and it doesn't sound like he really thinks the answer is funny, but there it is. ]

No. Didn't really get a chance to, the guy never showed his face.

[missdemeanor]

... Hm.

[ this is a small sound of acknowledgement, of wondering, as desscaras ponders on that. ]

Don't know if that's better or worse.

[crashout]

Depends on who you ask. Probably better though. The second time, the guy did make an appearance but we were locked up so we couldn't even reach him.

[ isn't this fun. ]