[ 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

[pharmahoudini]

Yeah? You know, yea tall and has a face (an ugly one), head pops off like so?

[He mimes this entire thing, including the decapitation and then for some reason he starts miming bowling.]

[costars]

[ why did i forgot to close my bracket last tag

however, the imitation does get a lightbulb to go off in his head. progress! ]

You mean the guy who told us we have to kill each other??

[pharmahoudini]

[He was too dummyfounded to find his bracket.]

Yeah, that loser. Maybe he's programmed to do it, or whatever, but even with all the effort they must have put into the AI... it's not all that.

[Is that really the problem here.]

Surprisingly sturdy, though. Anyway, he's the hatesink, so you don't have to worry about it.

[costars]

[ AI.......hatesink.......this guy is so knowledgable ]

You really know a lot...

ratshakes this thread smh

[pharmahoudini]

[It's possible he's spent too much time with Gen Z (equivalent) and/or Chat-SKBD.]

I guess?? You pick it up when you travel enough.

[costars]

[ oh?? his interest is piqued and he sidles closer ]

Really? What kind of places have you been to?

[pharmahoudini]

Last time we were in Norway looking for a missing person, we ended up in Turkey looking for a legendary baklava... All sorts of places. I go where the work takes me.

[costars]

[ whoa.....his eyes are so wide right now. O_O ]

Did you find both of them? Are you secretly some kind of superhero?

[pharmahoudini]

[Snickering a little bit.]

Yeah, we're basically the Avengers back home? Investigating things by daylight and saving the world one bit at a time by moonlight... something like that.

[Is he serious, who knows. ☆]

[costars]

[ ……long pause. ]

Who are the Avengers?

[pharmahoudini]

Damn. We really did time travel, didn’t we.

[costars]

You really think so?!

[ please don't joke with him, he will believe this ]

[pharmahoudini]

[I MEAN, HE WOULDN'T BE WRONG BECAUSE WHAT IS SPACE-TIME, GUYS]

Dunno how I'd explain half the bullshit going on here otherwise.

Or your generation not knowing the Avengers.

[That's just Marvel being killed by capitalism but I think he's from an AU where that doesn't happen.]