[ 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

[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!]

[daseine]

[ things sure are Happening but after his comment, patriarch isn't going to linger. you're really not looking too well are you, tsukasa. ]

Hold out your wrist.

[aspirings]

[He should really be careful about that sort of thing when they were all just told people will be out to murder them, but he holds his wrist out without question anyway, other hand still clamped over his mouth.]

[daseine]

[ time for patriarch to commit murder in public-

-no, but he does place two gloved fingers on the pressure points there, pressing firmly. that should help, at least somewhat. ]

Better?

[aspirings]

[that would be so funny

anyway

Tsukasa slowly drags in a few shaky breaths as the worst of the nausea recedes, swallowing tightly.

... And shakily, he nods.]

I'm--I'm alright.

[daseine]

[ wow? ]

Do you need me to show you again? This should work for any type of nausea, though it's not foolproof.

[aspirings]

[A slow breath, and he lifts his head.]

Er--okay. Yes, thank you. That would be helpful. Not... not that I'll have the same reaction again, of course--! But. Just for the knowledge of it.

[Sure, Tsukasa.]

[daseine]

[ yeah okay, tsukasa. he gets a Look but not a verbal callout. ]

It's versatile. I used it for zero gravity acceleration. [ here, he'll show tsukasa again, making sure he's finding the right points on his wrist. ]

[aspirings]

[He follows along attentively, focused on those points on his wrist, so it takes a moment.

...

...?]

Z...zero--what? You mean like... space travel?

[daseine]

Indeed. It's the easiest way to travel to other worlds.

[aspirings]

Wha...

You travel to other worlds?! Seriously?!

[daseine]

[ help, his ears.

he blinks a few times before replying. ]

Yes. Is that really so hard to believe?