[ 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]

[Guess Leon is stuck babysitting this knife then?? Hello? cool cool cool]

Did you at least disinfect the wound? [Ultimately, this is the biggest concern.]

[descendia]

Of course. So much as I was able, for there is not a full kit that I would expect... But the cauterization should take care of the majority of potential issues, and I shall tend to it.

[ and he sure does say cauterization casually like that's just a normal thing you do to yourself, ]

It would be pathetic to go through all this trouble to merely die of infection. So, trust me. I shall be diligent in keeping it clean.

[combathatchet]

[Look, you gotta do what you gotta do to heal yourself, but this still settles unwell in him. Cauterization?]

...Keep an eye on it. A wound like that is something you have to observe, because it can get out of hand real fast, even if you think you've dressed it properly.

[where's a first aid spray when you need it]

[descendia]

[ fr where are the health orbs, tch, ]

I am aware. This is not the first wound I have had, nor will it be the last, I am sure. It is not even the first I have inflicted upon myself with intent.

[ And though he does bristle in offense, he's at least reasonable enough (?) to realize that it's because Leon doesn't know his background. ]

I have spent more time on battlefields than you likely have been alive. That is why it is scarcely a bother.

[combathatchet]

"I've become highly desensitized to violence" can be an excuse for yourself— [Because wow he's been there!] —but not everyone here's the same way. You really can't be surprised that so many people are scared or worried, now.

[THE TIRED DAD VIBES ARE RADIATING OFF OF HIM NOW. he's not angry he's disappointed, etc

Holds out his knife-tail.]

If you're not taking this back, I'm holding onto it.