[ 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

thursday 🔪

[descendia]

[ nothing on Thursday huh not if roathe has anything to say about it!! ]

[ Meaning. Around lunchtime on Thursday when there’s at least a few people gathered at the table to try and enjoy a meal in peace, Roathe strides into the room with clear purpose. He glances around the table and seems to find those gathered acceptable, because without any warning, he quite suddenly tosses something towards the middle of the table.

The knife embeds itself into the wood (more property damage) and before there’s any worry about Roathe getting started early, it’s a very familiar knife. It’s the one that was on the end of his tail. ]

Since you’re all here to witness it, I would prefer there is no confusion. Stabbings are a trivial method of murder, and thus I did not want to be the one to bear the immediate blame.

[ And indeed, the end of his tail is very bandaged! He sure did cut that off like any normal person would! ]

[combathatchet]

[ummm hey what the fuck I WAS JUST TRYING TO ENJOY MY COFFEE

But instead, Leon startles as a knife suddenly embeds itself in the table before him. He swiftly looks up to see Roathe, paired with an explanation, and now sporting a bandaged tail with no knife attached.

Again, with feeling: what the fuck.]

I'm glad we're all coping with this normally. Question: are you crazy?

[WORRY!! CONCERN??]

[descendia]

[ Roathe just stands there, arms crossed and with his usual intense scowl, like he's the normal one and you're all freaks for reacting with a "dude wtf" ]

Hardly. It is a practical matter. I assume our little group of infiltrators does not wish to be caught, and thus must blame the innocent. I will not give them an easy opportunity to do so.

[akademise]

[ ?!

So much for lunch, there's no way to still have an appetite after this!

More instinctively rises from his seat. ]

Such an extreme measure... I won't berate you for it, but I beg you take care of the injury you have inflicted on yourself. Is your sense of balance impacted at all?

[descendia]

[ See, Leon's reaction was what he was expecting here, so concern is. Well. Confusing? ]

It will be fine. I am no novice to treating wounds, and so far as they go, cutting off a small limb is trivial.

[ IS IT? apparently to roathe yes ]

...The balance is fine. It will only take me a short while to adjust to the lack of weight.

[fbwhy]

[ I am sorry to say she automatically dives under the table.

Self-preservation instincts.

Give her a minute, she'll register the explanation momentarily. ]

[costars]

[ he bumps into grace while also diving under the table ]

[yesterbloom]

[ oh dear ]

Miss Ashcroft. Are you all right?

[descendia]

[ okay so far leon is having the only reaction he expected, wow ]

...Well. I cannot fault your reflexes.

[ probably a good thing in murdervilla tbqh ]

[costars]

[ why





sorry to everyone's eardrums because (one of) your resident pink(s) will be shrieking once again as that knife goes flying towards the table, his sad toast lunch immediately dropping to the table as he dives underneath in a pathetic attempt to hide. ]

I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to eat in your presence! I bet the sight of someone like me trying to eat ruined your appetite and now you're determined to get revenge!!

[yesterbloom]

[ oh my god ]

Mr. Fukuhara. [ said like some fake fantasy European ] You can eat without worry. I'll make sure of it.

[ it is too early for breakdowns and people being crazy ]

[descendia]

[ he does not care for this shrieking pink... Truly not, because he's quick to even cover his ears. ]

Are such dramatics truly necessary?

[ roathe you threw your fucking knife tail into the table shut up ]

This was only so there would be no confusion!

[dresscode]

That's what I was going to say!!!

[ And now he's under the table with the cowardly babies too. Everyone huddle!! ]

[pharmahoudini]

Oh, you're still alive.

[He just had to comment because last time he saw this guy he was heading off to stab himself in the kitchen, I'm making an executive decision on this and if Tamon dies in the hot tub we're ignoring that.]

[dissimulative]

[ OKAY

Oria simply gets up from his seat and leaves with his cup of water, looking a bit exasperated. ]

[factoring]

[ She doesn't dive under the table, she just lifts her coffee cup off of it as the knife hits. ]

Did you disinfect your tail?

[daseine]

[ wow, okay.

he was just chilling here because there aren't that many places he can exist without being a real fire hazard. ]

You're far from the only one with a weapon, and weapons can be made of many things if you get creative. [ with the tone of, was this necessary...

says guy who's had a sword on his waist since day 1. ]

[aspirings]

[joins the traumatized children squad

by which I mean Tsukasa yelps and then is immediately staggering away from the table to try not to be sick.

This is fine!]

[crashout]

[ okay. he had originally come here just for a change of scenery and now this is happening so he very slowly sips his coffee and eyeballs this despite his expression clearly saying "what in the fuck." ]

Question, did you use the knife end to cut off your own tail, or is there a different knife we should now be avoiding?

[missdemeanor]

[ UUUUUGHHHH

being here has made her realize that no one at home can ever complain about her ever again.

like, it could always be worse. look at who they could be babysitting. it could be so much worse. ]

You couldn't do this during the murder meeting, instead of when we're eating?

[changel]

[?!?!]

Your Excellency! Are you all right?

[asimilate]

[Kalim's never going to meet a single normal person in his entire life]

Woah, woah--we've gotta get you a healing potion!

[fixtures]

[ dawg.............

Giselle smiles politely even as the knife gets put into the table like a centerpiece. Poor table... ]

Oh, my. That is quite a bit of dedication, my dear.

[ She sounds genuinely impressed!! But also, she's looking at his tail to see if it's already been properly dressed, or if she should fetch a rag, or any other comfort for him. ]

[pharmahoudini]

[OK but while the under-table convention and the nurse's office committee are happening can he pick up the knife--]

[lowprofiles]

[Sha-Ming doesn’t quite dive under the table, but he sure does recoil from whatever the fuck!! Once it’s clear there’s no follow up that involves the knife getting embedded in someone instead, he speaks up because dude...]

Like, seriously, man? What kinda defence is that?