[ 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

[combathatchet]

Do we get to eventually say hello?

[intensely say hello]

[murderhost]

[ . . . ]

Probably not!

[combathatchet]

[Of course not.]

This is bullshit, you know that?

[WHATEVER MAN]

[murderhost]

Haha, yeah.

[ Sorry, old man. ]

Any other questions? I really will answer whatever you ask!

[combathatchet]

That's not true. You've already proven otherwise. [downthread with Milly! if we hammer the same problem hard enough maybe an answer will spill out, right,] But let's test it: how are we going to be able to view our contracts after we die?

[murderhost]

Okay, true.

[ You people keep catching him in his hypocrisy... terrible.

But for now he tilts his head to one side, then the other. Hm. Okay, maybe he can give... some sort of answer here. ]

You can view them in purgatory.

[combathatchet]

[It's not much, but it's better than nothing. Even if only barely. Purgatory? He almost doesn't know if he should take this seriously or not.

BUT NOTED to be turned over in his head again and again and again and again later-]

Very Divine Comedy of you. Can you tell me more than that?

[murderhost]

Not until someone dies! Then... yeah, probably! Just know that they'll be taken care of by my brother.

[combathatchet]

[wait. what]

There's more of you?

[murderhost]

[ hehe ]

Only one! Just my brother. He's stupid.

[combathatchet]

[...brothers]

So, the dead will go to "purgatory" and be taken care of by your stupid brother. This is real comforting to know.

[murderhost]

Yes, exactly! See, you're getting it.