[ 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

[murderhost]

Your contract.

[ Obviously?? ]

[combathatchet]

Big oversight here: I didn’t sign a contract. What’s the point of lying if you’ve already got us all trapped?

[murderhost]

You did sign a contract. Why would I lie about that? I could lie about a lot of other things instead!

[combathatchet]

You’d lie about it to get us to play along. Meanwhile, I’d like to see this contact in person, if you’re being so truthful.

[murderhost]

Okay. Later. When you die.

[combathatchet]

Why later and not now?

[murderhost]

Because I don't have the contracts on me right now. Much easier to show you later.

[combathatchet]

[ugh]

How convenient for you.

Fine, here’s question two: why us?

[murderhost]

Because you all have the potential to kill.

[honeytraps]

[Mily has regained her composure from drink throwing. Maybe.]

Maybe I'm just being stupid... I can't figure out how this is supposed to work.

How do we read them if we're dead?

[murderhost]

[ Haha! Caught him, didn't you!

... He just smiles. ]

[honeytraps]

Was that a bad question to ask?

[murderhost]

No! It was very clever.

[ uh ]

However, I can't answer that.

[combathatchet]

[Oh good catch.]

That’s not stupid at all. Guess there’s something more going on behind the scenes than he’d like us to believe.

[honeytraps]

[She gives him a little smile for that encouragement. Really? Not a stupid question?]

It doesn't make any sense... Unless there isn't one.

[akademise]

[ A tired comment from the side: ]

While the assumption of a lie is reasonable, it behooves our situation to remember that memory can be taken... and a signature can be strong-armed.

[combathatchet]

And in what feasible situation would any of us sign a contact like this? Even strongarmed, there’s no way I’d play along with a game as sick as this one.

[akademise]

[ Just this expression. ]

... of course. You are right.

[combathatchet]

That’s your working theory, though? Stolen memory…?

[Thinking… about Grace…]

[akademise]

It would fall into place well enough - the seemingly instantaneous nature of our coming here might not have been quite the one-second-to-another flash we had been imagining beforehand.

Yet my bias might cloud my perspective, as I have had memory taken before.

[ Gotta take everything into account, he is a serious scholar. ]

[combathatchet]

[Considering this dourly.]

Were you able to… get it back?

[pharmahoudini]

Memory can be taken???

[THIS IS NEWS TO HIM??]

[akademise]

[ Nodding gravely. ]

It can. The mind is malleable.

[pharmahoudini]

Like, a lobotomy, or...

[akademise]

I... believe we may have noticed a surgical procedure being undertaken on us.

[ HOPEFULLY SURELY??? ]

Magic interference is what I was suggesting.