[ 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

[honeytraps]

I think so, too! It's as comforting and familiar as the night sky...

[And just as precious, though little small glimpses of it that you get no matter where you are in the world...]

But like the stars, it's different for everyone! So I'll never get tired of hearing about everyone's beautiful loves.

[descendia]

[ He’s quiet for a few moments as he watches a little drama play out on the tv, then looks to her ]

Have you heard of any interesting ones here?

[honeytraps]

Oh, you! [She extends her index finger to poke him on the arm a couple of times, touch gentle and playful.] You actually like to gossip, don't you? You know my lips can't be that loose! It's important for everyone to talk about their own feelings when the time is right.

Plus... [Bringing both her hands together now, letting the fingers steeple.] Everyone here is so shy. They've got their hearts all bundled up, probably because it's so cold outside. But that also means they're so sensitive and sweet to one another.

[okay, mostly. there was that thing yesterday with the threatening mass slaughter]

[descendia]

[ He's a little surprised at the poke, but the teasing... actually works! He huffs out a little laugh, and even smiles. ]

You cannot blame me for trying.

[ He wasn't actually trying to be nosy, but that's definitely how it came off, so he can take the light ribbing. ]

I would not say it's because of the cold, personally. [ it's the murder 🧍‍♀️ ] But, fine. I will join you. There are only so many books I can read, and there's much to learn from what a time calls entertainment.

[honeytraps]

[Time for them to curl up on the couch for an extended binge-watching session, though Milly will frequently bounce away to help Yves accost yet another person who's come a little too close to their party.

Maybe we'll make a reality tv monster fan out of Roathe tonight.]