[ 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

[yesterbloom]

[ um

help how does she handle this? help help help ]

You can make friends here.

[ even though this is post murder reveal. ]

[costars]

[ she can handle this by walking away and leaving him. save yourself, echinacea. ]

I guess making friends with people who want to kill me is still better than not having friends at all.

[ she has a point! ]

[yesterbloom]

[ no, she's soft to people like him.

she can't say he's wrong, but.... ]

Not everyone wants to kill you.

[costars]

[ please get better taste ]

Almost everyone wants to kill me.

[ still not true ]

[yesterbloom]

[ you don't even know what taste this is ]

That's not true.

[costars]

How do you know? People don't always say what they're thinking.

[yesterbloom]

People hide things all the time, but if everyone wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already.

[costars]

[ okay fair point ]

2/2

[costars]

[ EVEN SO ]

Maybe they don't want to, but some of them still have to, right?

[yesterbloom]

[ ....

he's got her there. EVEN SO ]

You make better ratings alive, Mr. Fukuhara.

[costars]

[ the only way he can be useful................

but he has at least calmed down enough that he slowly crawls out from back under the table. ]

Thanks. I think.

[yesterbloom]

I want you to stay alive.

[costars]

But if I stay alive, that means everyone else has to die. [ sometimes he can do basic math. ] I don't want that.

[yesterbloom]

You can't choose who dies.

[ unless....? tamon, are you secretly a killer? ]

It won't be your fault unless it's your hands that takes a life.

[costars]

[ 🙂 ]

I won't! I definitely won't kill anyone!

[yesterbloom]

[ winces at my subject-verb agreement at too late at night ]

Then, it's not your fault, and it won't be your fault.