[ 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

[changel]

[okay but what does Milly think of Furingpilia]

Oh? Yes, how might I help you?

[noirges]

Your Highness, Your Highness! [ greets here in a little singsong! a nickname for princess... unless? ] Are you already happily wed? Betrothed? Or have you otherwise found a hand that fits perfectly against yours?

1/2

[changel]

[






YOUR HIGHNESS]

[changel]

[no. it's fine. she figured out by now that despite her purposefully not introducing herself as a Princess, most people have deduced it. . . from the profiles. . . it's fine! she just. will not address it!!]

My uncle has begun pestering my grandmother about a future betrothal, but luckily for me, she still thinks me too young. Hehe.

Otherwise. . . [her expression warms] There is own hand that slots warmly against my one every time I hold it. I would want for no other.

[noirges]

[ it's okay yves is both able to read the room (her reaction) and also gets completely sidetracked by what she says because hello? HELLO? THEY'VE STRUCK GOLD? ]

That sounds so beautiful... I'm so glad you've found each other. Can I ask more? Who is it? How long have you known them?

[changel]

[SHHHH LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT. let's pretend Princess is just a cutesy nickname, teehee]

[presses a hand against her cheek, head canted as she regards Yves with an amused look]

My, you seem quite fond of gossip, don't you?

[noirges]

[ hehe... he smiles, cheeky, but there's also something a little soft in his gaze ]

It can be fun...

But more like... I really am happy for you. I think love is the most beautiful thing.

[changel]

[no. . . how cute. . . her features turn fond]

What a lovely thing to say, Mister Yves.

[. . .]

. . . do you believe it has the power to persist against all odds?

[noirges]

[ he seems to think of something in particular when this question comes... and he nods ]

Mm.

For better or for worse. I think it can be the most powerful thing.

[changel]

[hehe. . . that smile doesn't waver]

I'd like to believe you're right.

[noirges]

Is that the person you'd like to see first when you leave this place then?

[ he's still curious... ]

[changel]

[damn, not letting her deflect?? rude!!]

Should I be calling you "Mister Nosy" instead?

[but despite her playful tease--]

. . . I suppose so, yes.

[noirges]

I like learning about my friends...

[ is that what it is...

but he just nods... ]

Then I'm sure you'll get to. I hope your reunion is as sweet as you deserve.

[changel]

[lifts a hand and rests it against her chest]

Thank you. You're very kind.

To be honest, I imagine she is beside herself with worry right now.

[noirges]

Mm... They said that time stopped in our homes, right? So if that's true...

[ but it's also like. is it better if it isn't? then couldn't help come for the people who have friends or family that would reasonably look for them? ]

Do you normally spend all your time together?

[changel]

[blinks a bit in surprise at that, eyes growing wide]

Time has. . . stopped? Is that what Mister Butterworth said?

[it's not an impossible notion, considering the amount of time travelers (maybe) she has met while here, but! still!! this is the first she is hearing of it]

And we are both classmates and members of the same club. I wouldn't say we spend "all" of our time together, but. . . yes, we share quite a bit of it.

[honeytraps]

[oh she totally cried over that one!!]

Miss Priscilla! [She knows by now that Princess has another name--she can read (citation needed). But Princess introduced herself as Priscilla, and so... She's going to respect the name that she was given.]

It's been a really uncomfortable and scary past few days...so we wanted everyone to come together and open up their hearts.

[changel]

[thank u Milly you are a bro. also a bro for not addressing the Princess thing. thanks everyone for letting her lie by omission]

Is that so? How sweet of you! I certainly hope it succeeds in lifting everyone's spirits. . .

[honeytraps]

I'm sure everyone's feelings are different.

[Milly rests her cheek in the palm of her hand.]

Or they might think, "why were those people able to be on that type of show?" because it really doesn't seem fair... So maybe this will shine a bright light in a dark night.

[changel]

[a bright light in a dark night. . . how poetic!!]

. . . I certainly couldn't blame anyone who is upset.

[because it is unfair! it brings forth the question of "why me?"]

Aren't you frightened, Miss Milly?

[honeytraps]

Yes. [But she is also smiling, keeping a happy and serene composure.] I don't want anyone to get hurt, so I hope it's possible for us to avoid what Mr. Host said is going to happen.

But someone was strong for me when I was afraid and in danger before. Now maybe I can be that person for someone else.

[changel]

[oh no. . . how sweet!!]

I think that's quite admirable of you. It can be difficult to maintain composure when you're frightened, but. . . it's a sign of strength to even try.

But in return, is there anything someone else may be able to do for you?

[honeytraps]

[Milly looks surprised, and it really takes her a moment to think of what she could ask for. She already has her savior who will never be replaced in her mind or in her heart. If she's strong, then it's just because she's acting like that person. What else does she need? Well...]

I guess... never give up on me. Give me a good shoulder to cry on--and I'll do the same. And to not say I'm silly or stupid for believing in miracles.