[ 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]

[ ah.... the little bit of hesitation gets yves to raise a brow, still curious, but he's easy-going in letting the conversation turn toward him. his goal here was to make people feel better, not open up old wounds! ]

I think... I could fall in love with anyone, if given the chance. Does that make me sound vague? Maybe it's just more that I think that there's something lovable about everyone.

Each person is someone worthy of being cherished and adored. It's a privilege to be given the chance to do so.

[akademise]

[ This does immediately dispel the shadow that thinking about her cast over More. ]

I could never disavow such a beautiful sentiment with a lukewarm term as 'vague'. The purity of your open heart warms me to behold.

During my own traveling younger years, I had the privilege of meeting and courting a multitude of different people, each special in their way and shaping me through their affections.

Is your story of a similar kind?