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beachepisode2026-04-29 04:01 pm
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[ week one: overflow ]
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
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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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!!
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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 ]
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But he has a knife! He's going to kill all of us! And then when he's done, he'll chop us up and make us into stew and serve us to the mannequins following us around and there'll be a resurgence of cannibalism all over the world!
[ sorry to besmirch your good name roathe ]
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R-really....? Even someone like me.......?
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Of course. You deserve it.
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Why are you being so nice to me....?
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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!
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[ my guy your tail.... isn't it ouchie :( ]
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[ why do people keep asking him if it hurts??? wtf is empathy??? ]
It is fine now. The burn has all but ceased.
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I...I guess that makes sense. I think.
[ good enough. ]
Okay....p-please don't do that again. [ the knife throwing or the tail cutting?? ] It'd be bad if you got hurt even more.
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Why? It hardly affects you.
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[ And now he's under the table with the cowardly babies too. Everyone huddle!! ]
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[ oh boy ]
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[ how has everyone not gone deaf yet ]
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Don't worry, I won't be alone! My ancestor will probably be there to hang out with me, I guess.
[ Just the one ancestor? Sure. ]
You'll get into the afterlife! You're too handsome to be kept out!!
[ IS THAT HOW IT WORKS? ]
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[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.]
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but no, tragically this guy is still here, much to everyone's chagrin. but maybe he'll be dead tomorrow! one can only hope. ]
Not for much longer. There's no way I'll make it to the end of this. But that's for the best. It's better that we get rid of dead weight first so that everyone else has a chance to live.
[ if his words sound a little slurred it's because he's crying again. don't worry about it. ]
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Dunno, you seem pretty good at cooking up death scenarios. So maybe you'll get kept alive for entertainment?
[Everyone is so drunk(??) already, this guy's just been playing in the snow--]
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although, ]
I guess I would be useful that way....is that why I was born?
[ no ]
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Probably not, unless you were born on set...
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ratshakes this thread smh
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That sure is something, while some person has a knife/blade severed from themselves. It does feel strangely like entertainment. ]
Wow. We've really got a unique selection of people here, huh?
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I wish we were less unique! I wish we were all pillbugs instead!