[ 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

[costars]

[ I WISH HE DIED IN THE HOT TUB.............CAN I RETCON HE DIED IN THE HOT TUB...........



but no, tragically this guy is still here, much to everyone's chagrin. but maybe he'll be dead tomorrow! one can only hope. ]

Not for much longer. There's no way I'll make it to the end of this. But that's for the best. It's better that we get rid of dead weight first so that everyone else has a chance to live.

[ if his words sound a little slurred it's because he's crying again. don't worry about it. ]

[pharmahoudini]

[In an AU he spontaneously combusted after Fumiko happened. But in this timeline he must live on to see greater and grander and much more traumatizing things.]

Dunno, you seem pretty good at cooking up death scenarios. So maybe you'll get kept alive for entertainment?

[Everyone is so drunk(??) already, this guy's just been playing in the snow--]

[costars]

[ KEPT ALIVE FOR ENTERTAINMENT.....THAT'S EVEN WORSE.




although, ]

I guess I would be useful that way....is that why I was born?

[ no ]

[pharmahoudini]

[Uhhhh]

Probably not, unless you were born on set...

[costars]

No.....I was born in a hospital.

[ darn it :( ]

I guess I really don't serve a purpose then.

[pharmahoudini]

I mean? Just 'cause you're born with or without something doesn't mean you're stuck with it, right?

Chill out a little. You're someplace totally new anyway.

[costars]

[ he wants to protest that what this guy says is definitely not true, but dude's been so chill it's rubbing off. ]

And I already look like a complete loser! Everyone hates me!

[ jk about that chilling out— ]

Even if I did have the chance to make a better first impression, I've definitely gone and blown it.

[pharmahoudini]

[He's at normal font size so that's probably chill for him--]

It ain't over till the fat lady sings, or something? Entertainment means somebody's always going to hate you, anyway.

But eh, I think most of us hate the puppet guy more.

[Forgot the guy's name already, maybe.]

[costars]

[ okay, hold on a minute





]

Puppet guy....?

[ literally imagining some ventriloquist with a dummy right about now

[pharmahoudini]

Yeah? You know, yea tall and has a face (an ugly one), head pops off like so?

[He mimes this entire thing, including the decapitation and then for some reason he starts miming bowling.]

[costars]

[ why did i forgot to close my bracket last tag

however, the imitation does get a lightbulb to go off in his head. progress! ]

You mean the guy who told us we have to kill each other??

[pharmahoudini]

[He was too dummyfounded to find his bracket.]

Yeah, that loser. Maybe he's programmed to do it, or whatever, but even with all the effort they must have put into the AI... it's not all that.

[Is that really the problem here.]

Surprisingly sturdy, though. Anyway, he's the hatesink, so you don't have to worry about it.

[costars]

[ AI.......hatesink.......this guy is so knowledgable ]

You really know a lot...

ratshakes this thread smh

[pharmahoudini]

[It's possible he's spent too much time with Gen Z (equivalent) and/or Chat-SKBD.]

I guess?? You pick it up when you travel enough.

[costars]

[ oh?? his interest is piqued and he sidles closer ]

Really? What kind of places have you been to?

[pharmahoudini]

Last time we were in Norway looking for a missing person, we ended up in Turkey looking for a legendary baklava... All sorts of places. I go where the work takes me.

[costars]

[ whoa.....his eyes are so wide right now. O_O ]

Did you find both of them? Are you secretly some kind of superhero?

[pharmahoudini]

[Snickering a little bit.]

Yeah, we're basically the Avengers back home? Investigating things by daylight and saving the world one bit at a time by moonlight... something like that.

[Is he serious, who knows. ☆]

[costars]

[ ……long pause. ]

Who are the Avengers?

[pharmahoudini]

Damn. We really did time travel, didn’t we.

[costars]

You really think so?!

[ please don't joke with him, he will believe this ]