[ 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

[noirges]

[ ? ]

Is this the first thing that I heard of the screen getting wrong...?

Do you think you'd want to? Know about romantic love, I mean.

[incurse]

It's...not exactly wrong. It's just — a long story.

[ And complicated!! Where would he even begin to explain Rika? ]

I do want to fall in love one day, though, when the time is right.

[noirges]

[ oh... yves just sets his chin in his hands hehe ]

If you ever feel like telling it, I'd love to listen.

But if you want to fall in love... is there a type of person that you like?

[incurse]

[ Hm...maybe he can loop back around to it, if the opportunity arises. For now, he's at least moving to sit, accepting that they're just talking about his love life (or lack thereof) now.

He's pretty quick with his answer: ]

Mm...someone stronghearted, with a will that doesn't bend for anything they don't believe in. Someone who cares deeply for their loved ones, and walks to the beat of their own drum. Someone fierce, but still warm...unrelenting. Like a storm! Or...like sunshine? Or...both!

[noirges]

[ this is so funny... yuta you were the voice of reason and now you're like oh sure

but yves is pleased! he scoots to make room for yuta, handing him a scarf to bundle himself up with to get warm.

teasingly, ]

... are you sure you don't already have someone in mind?

[ THIS IS SO DETAILED ]

[incurse]

[ Listen...he was cooked the moment they decided to talk about love, he was just attempting to do his due diligence.

Although now maybe he should duck and run!!! Sputtering a little as he wraps the scarf around his neck: ]

I-I wouldn't say that! I was just... thinking about someone I admire a lot...that's all it is!!

[ For Now... ]