[ 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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[fixtures]

[ Easy to love... pressing x to doubt. Her smile returns, quiet and small. ]

Oh? Do you believe love could flourish here, my dear?

[noirges]

[ giselle who did this to you when i get them ]

I think love could flourish anywhere. That's what makes it so amazing.

Of course, if people's hearts are already spoken for, then it can't be helped.

[fixtures]

.....

Have you been in love yourself, then, I wonder?

[noirges]

[ oh, question turned back on him... but yves only pauses for half a second before he smiles.

a little sad. a little resigned. ]

... I want to be. More than anything.

[ oh how badly he wants to love and be loved in return ]

But that's not something you can force.

1/2

[fixtures]

[
please know this is what he looks like in giselle's pov after the torture labyrinth that is fatamoru ]

[fixtures]

[ He's so sweet... and idealistic. She hopes that he can hold onto that trait about himself, better than she ever could. ]

That is true... you cannot force it. But you must choose it.

[ It doesn't come easily... at least she thinks. She can't remember anymore. Now all she knows is clinging to it, like a woman drowning. ]

[noirges]

[ yessssss give him that searing hot water that will destroy him from the inside outttttt ]

Mm-hmm. [ agreeing, softly, as he seems to think of something, someplace else ] It doesn't always come easily... and sometimes it's not even for the better.

Even then.

[ even then, he'd always want to be in love. ]

... but I hope that your love, when you had it or if you still have it, brings you even a little warmth.

[fixtures]

[ At that, her expression turns pensive, melancholy. Her love story isn't the kind that would inspire cheer and excitement the way gossip seems to feed off of. Besides, if she reflects on the state of her love right now, she'll risk falling apart. we must stay focused brothers.jpg ]

...Is that what love represents to you? A comfort?