[ 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

[changel]

[SHHHH LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT. let's pretend Princess is just a cutesy nickname, teehee]

[presses a hand against her cheek, head canted as she regards Yves with an amused look]

My, you seem quite fond of gossip, don't you?

[noirges]

[ hehe... he smiles, cheeky, but there's also something a little soft in his gaze ]

It can be fun...

But more like... I really am happy for you. I think love is the most beautiful thing.

[changel]

[no. . . how cute. . . her features turn fond]

What a lovely thing to say, Mister Yves.

[. . .]

. . . do you believe it has the power to persist against all odds?

[noirges]

[ he seems to think of something in particular when this question comes... and he nods ]

Mm.

For better or for worse. I think it can be the most powerful thing.

[changel]

[hehe. . . that smile doesn't waver]

I'd like to believe you're right.

[noirges]

Is that the person you'd like to see first when you leave this place then?

[ he's still curious... ]

[changel]

[damn, not letting her deflect?? rude!!]

Should I be calling you "Mister Nosy" instead?

[but despite her playful tease--]

. . . I suppose so, yes.

[noirges]

I like learning about my friends...

[ is that what it is...

but he just nods... ]

Then I'm sure you'll get to. I hope your reunion is as sweet as you deserve.

[changel]

[lifts a hand and rests it against her chest]

Thank you. You're very kind.

To be honest, I imagine she is beside herself with worry right now.

[noirges]

Mm... They said that time stopped in our homes, right? So if that's true...

[ but it's also like. is it better if it isn't? then couldn't help come for the people who have friends or family that would reasonably look for them? ]

Do you normally spend all your time together?

[changel]

[blinks a bit in surprise at that, eyes growing wide]

Time has. . . stopped? Is that what Mister Butterworth said?

[it's not an impossible notion, considering the amount of time travelers (maybe) she has met while here, but! still!! this is the first she is hearing of it]

And we are both classmates and members of the same club. I wouldn't say we spend "all" of our time together, but. . . yes, we share quite a bit of it.