[ 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

[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 ]

[combathatchet]

[ROATHE YOU'RE SCARING THE CHILDREN]

[costars]

[ leon....save them.... ]

[descendia]

[ ]

[fbwhy]

[ I hope the audience is enjoying this comedy of errors. ]

[costars]

[ they are so great for the ratings ]

[yesterbloom]

[ oh dear ]

Miss Ashcroft. Are you all right?

[fbwhy]

F-fine--

[ She is so huddled. ]

[yesterbloom]

[ she holds out her hand under the table. ]

Is there anything that will make you more fine?

[fbwhy]

Less weapons getting thrown, maybe?

[ It's a bit of a mutter, but she'll take her hand. ]

[yesterbloom]

He should have been more mindful. Flinging a weapon like that doesn't make it easier for people who are worried.

[ gently helps grace up ]

[fbwhy]

A-at this point, I think it's not really going to feel like a safe space for...

... However long we're here until we're all killed off, I guess.

[ She hates this. ]

[yesterbloom]

It's not, but he doesn't have to go about making it worse like this, does he?

[ talks about him even though he's right there. ]

I think many people will try to keep you safe.

[fbwhy]

... I appreciate it, but I think... people are going to prioritize themselves. A-and that's fine.

[yesterbloom]

That's true, but I don't think people can't do both.

[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 ]

[fbwhy]

[ Grace cannot be cool, but Grace can survive in incredibly undignified ways. ]

Wh--was that--

[ Wheeze-- ]

Your tail??

[descendia]

Only a part of it. Not even half.

[ As if the amount is what people are concerned about... ]

[fbwhy]

D-didn't that hurt? Will it grow back?

[ Like a lizard's? ]

[descendia]

When Uriel's regenerative abilities return, I am sure it will, yes. Part of me will always reflect that Warframe [ wow title drop ] I fear.

[ A pause, and then he shrugs. ]

It hurt, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, not terribly so. I have experienced far worse, so this truly is trivial.

[fbwhy]

I... get why you did it, but...

[ Who tf is Uriel and what's a Warframe ]

... Doesn't that also give you one less method of defending yourself?

[descendia]

Yes.

[ He says it so simply... ]

But I have lived most of my life without it and faced countless assassination attempts, besides. It was a liability more than a boon.

[fbwhy]

A-assassination?

[ Oh. ]

Does this have to do with being, like... a vice regent? Or a grand...

[descendia]

[ He seems surprised that she would ask, and his (now bandaged and slightly nubby...) tail whips a bit, but he answers evenly. ]

In part. It was a perfectly ordinary part of high society. One could not go a month without hearing of at least an attempt of assassination of some high-standing Orokin. It was politics distilled to its more pure and brutally simple form.