[ 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]

[ reflexively: ]

I'm sorry! I don't know the answer!

[noirges]

[ ?! ]

I didn't ask the question yet?!

[costars]

[ that's a good point




however, ]

I'm sure I still don't know!

[noirges]

Oh, I think you'd do better than you think!

Liiiike... if you had a chance to hold hands with anyone, who would it be?

1/3

[costars]

[ you can't just ASK him who he wants to hold hands with?? HELLO??????? ]

[costars]

[ please hold while he turns bright red and hides his face in his hands ]

3/3

[costars]

[ very quietly: ]

She wouldn't want to hold hands with me...........

[noirges]

[ TAMON YOU ARE SOOOOO CUTELKJSDFLKJSDF SOSOSOSO CUTELKJSDFSDF

composes myself

yves at least is experiencing a similar level of delight though ]

What? No, I'm sure that's not the case!! Who wouldn't want to hold hands with you? Especially when your heart is so honest and true...

[costars]

[ his heart is wet and soppy and pathetic ]

They wouldn't if they knew how much I sweat all the time.....that's just gross. Wet hands? I might as well walk into the nearest swimming pool.

[honeytraps]

But they're questions about you? Probably.

[costars]

Then I definitely don't know!

[ ok ]