[ 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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[honeytraps]

Maybe so...but love is like a dream.

[Her voice is mellow like honey and just as sweet. There's a breathlessness to it that really underscores her conviction in what she's saying.]

Maybe you like dreaming from time to time?

[daseine]

Whether I like it or not, I'm more than familiar with dreams of all kinds.

[honeytraps]

Me too! [she says sunnily.] But I like it. It's something to hold onto.

[A dream is a wish your heart makes, she could say, but that would probably be copyright infringement for the show's rights holders.]

If we didn't like it, we'd give up on them.

[daseine]

Hmm...that or they turn into nightmares instead.

[ he says with a certain amount of gravity and (gestures at all of him) edge. ]

[honeytraps]

[Honestly I just keep picturing the vibes going on here as some kind of unholy My Melody Versus Kuromi discussion.]

I know about nightmares, too... [She says this quite gravely, actually, so it sounds like she's speaking honestly.] But for me, love is one of the things that lifted a lot of mine. Do you still have nightmares?

[daseine]

[ yeah, pretty much. ]

Ah no, you have that backwards.

[honeytraps]

[Milly blinks.]

Which part? Dreams or love?

[Love can rot like an abandoned ship, too. Such a love could turn sweet dreams to nightmares, no matter how perfect it had been before.]

[daseine]

The part about nightmares. I don't have them, I am them.

[ this edge.

but he does say this seriously. ]

[honeytraps]

[holy fuck dude that was pretty edgy

Despite the sincerity, Milly also doesn't seem to recoil from it.]

Hm? What do you mean? Because of your job...people are afraid of you?

[daseine]

That's right.

Neither the Empire nor I am kind.

[ war, war, war- ]