[ 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]

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.

[fbwhy]

... Do you really think they will, though?

[ Grace is still largely convinced people aren't the greatest things out there. ]

[yesterbloom]

Not everyone, no. Some people are selfish to the end, but there are some rare ones that'll make you believe.

[ she doesn't know if anyone is like that here, but it's a nonzero chance....? ]

[fbwhy]

I guess we don't really have the luxury to find that out without some risk...

[ Oof. ]

[yesterbloom]

I guess so, but... you don't trust easily, do you?

[fbwhy]

... No.

[ Well. That at least is sincere. ]

[yesterbloom]

[ she gets it. ]

It's even harder to trust here.

You don't have to trust me, but you can trust I don't like why we're here.

[fbwhy]

[ A huffed out noise that could be a weak-ass laugh. ]

Y-yeah, me neither. Murder isn't... r-really my thing.

[yesterbloom]

[ she nods. ]

We're going to get out of here no matter what.

[fbwhy]

We have to, right...?

[ or they all die. ]

[yesterbloom]

[ ... ]

There's no other choice.