[ 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

[combathatchet]

[wow he said his hair, not that he was handsome!!

But! He does not remark on that part. Hehs.]

Maybe sometimes. Maybe I also use it as a way to cheer myself up.

[#copingmechanism]

[honeytraps]

[Milly nods because she actually gets that.]

Singing is like that for me. Even when I'm not on stage, sometimes I'll hum to myself... I like thinking of the people I want to hear my songs.

[We love to cope in this house.]

[combathatchet]

[How else will we survive the horrors if not relying heavily on our coping mechanisms?]

I'd like to hear you sing someday.

[Especially if it's so important to her.]

[honeytraps]

I'd really like that! I promised Tamon I'd sing for him sometime, too.

Who knows? Maybe it'll be good for ratings. We can give the audience the kind of show they really want to see!

[There's so much hope at this love interview watch party thing.]

[combathatchet]

[The vibes were so pure in this top level.]

Oh, absolutely. You think production would set up a stage for us, if we requested it? Then you could really show off.

[And if the ratings were so important, maybe they'd oblige?]

[honeytraps]

Mr. Host keeps saying that he can get things for people. When you think about it, we're technically always on stage, but it's not the same without the platforms and the curtains.

[She looks back at the hole in the side of the building that's just been blowing in snow and cold all week.]

But they haven't even fixed the windows... Still, it can't hurt to try!

[Their optimistic smiles...shattered.]

[combathatchet]

It's not even close to the same. Right now, the "stage" is just full of conversations and people wondering what's going to end up happening. An actual performance might boost both mood and ratings.

[Ideally! He likes to be hopeful.]

You should ask, especially if it'd be fun for you.

[honeytraps]

It's a good suggestion, Leon. If we make it happen, I hope you'll be cheering us on!

[And with that little sparkle in her eyes, how could he possibly say no?]