[ 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

[dresscode]

[ Immediately snapping out of it. ]

Don't worry, I won't be alone! My ancestor will probably be there to hang out with me, I guess.

[ Just the one ancestor? Sure. ]

You'll get into the afterlife! You're too handsome to be kept out!!

[ IS THAT HOW IT WORKS? ]

[costars]

[ IS THAT HOW IT WORKS?


though he seems to be snapping out of it a little too. ]

Your....your ancestor? That must be nice....

[ envisions haruaki chilling with a nice little obaa-san sipping tea at the pearly gates ]

[dresscode]

Yeah! Listen, it's not that scary. One time my soul shattered into a bunch of pieces and I spent a little time with him in the afterlife before coming back. It was peaceful there!

[ He reaches out to rub Tamon's arms reassuringly. Chin up, champ. ]

See? Nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Not even a big scary guy throwing a knife.

1/2

[costars]

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2/2

[costars]

Your soul shattered into a bunch of pieces?? How are you still okay?!

[dresscode]

........................ Eheh...

[ definitely not because he ate the pieces back up ]

U-um, I think this story is a litle too scary for Fukuhara-kun, actually.

[costars]

[ wtf is this series

also, haruaki is unfortunately probably right. even so!!! ]

M-maybe that's true, but this place is scary too! I can...I can handle it. [ doubt. ] I-I have to get used to scary things.

[dresscode]

[ POOR BABY. This poor baby..... you know he's baby supreme when he gets even Haruaki to toughen up. ]

Let's work on being brave enough to face a scary man who throws knives, okay? If we can get out from under the table and face that, I'll tell you the story about my soul pieces some other time!!

[ Gentlest tug on his sleeve. Come on, come on, up and out! ]

[costars]

[ ue ue ue (sound of crying)

but he will obediently crawl out from underneath the table....see, he can be a good child sometimes!! ]