[ 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]

Waahhh, my head!

[ His head goes rolling and his body chases after it. ]

Please do not break my body.

[missdemeanor]

[ ugh desscaras is strolling after it too. she's gonna get it before he does

they are now playing soccer in the living room ]

You lost begging privileges when you started this stupid trial. I'll break what I want.

[ except she won't, she'll just angrily fanfiction it later ]

So, what? We just tell you who's in your little group, and that's it? Starting now?

[murderhost]

[ His poor little head... stumbling after... ]

I'm not gonna rat out my killers. Why would I do that?

[missdemeanor]

[ HE'S SO ANNOYING CAN SHE JUST PICK UP HIS DAMN HEAD AND SHAKE IT ]

[murderhost]

[ She absolutely can! His eyes go like @ _ @ ]

slides in with kosy's blessing

[pharmahoudini]

Yo! Over here, this guy ain't getting his head back!

[Holding his hands up for a PASS on the PBall.]

weeping

[missdemeanor]

Here you go, Fuggle Slug.

[ sorry pball..... she's yeeting the robohead in her hands to axel when he calls for it. maybe if pb never gets his head back he won't be able to do MURDER HOSTING!!! ]

incredible

[murderhost]

This is mean and bad.

[ there his head goes... soaring... ]

[pharmahoudini]

At least call him that, he's got the face for it.

[Playing a li'l bongo drums on guy's cranium before yeeting it back to her.]

And you-- [Ace Attorney pointing at the torso] --don't get to say anything. Except to answer what we want. Or you're never seeing your top half again.

[missdemeanor]

Who're you calling mean?! That's you, making up messed up contracts and freaky games for weirdos like F. Sinthechat to watch.

[ cool bongo drums, fuggle slug! she doesn't do bongo drums, but she does pass pb's head back and forth between her hands a couple of time as she passes him back to axel.

he can start the questions, she's soooo annoyed still. ]