[ 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]

Hmm.

[ Considering, considering. ]

I guess you could go to another world, if you want.

[candy_wrapper]

[Now we're talking! Ramuda doesn't intervene, but this is greatly interesting to him, so he takes a subtle step towards them to listen further, without seeming like he's desperate for this. He doesn't want this host robot to figure out Ramuda's interest]

[lowprofiles]

Huh, seriously?!

[…]

So, uh, you open to any other tweaks to our ‘contracts’? Bet we could work somethin’ else out between you and me…

[murderhost]

Hahahaha. Sure. Though everyone will know you're willing to sell them out by even asking me that in public.

[lowprofiles]

Hey, if I can do it, then so can everyone else, right?!

[so he’s doing a public service by asking, clearly!!]

Besides, I never said anythin’ selling anyone out. Just wanted to know how far I’d get if we talked it out! In bed.

[murderhost]

[ wait what. ]

Ohhh, you missed the part where I said I don't have genitals.

[lowprofiles]

[there’s like 50 things going on here so yeah, he did!! but also.]

…You ever try it anyway?

[murderhost]

[ it's true. he can't blame him. ]

I don't... have the functions?

[lowprofiles]

More than one way to participate, pal!

Anyway, offer’s open if ya wanna take it.

[he didn’t hear an outright no yet, so yolo]

[murderhost]

[ . . . ]

I will not be having sex with you, no.

[lowprofiles]

[an attempt was made?? he gives a slightly exaggerated shrug.]

Alright, so what happens if we find all your killers? The game’s gotta end early then, right?

[murderhost]

Sure. If you make it have good ratings.

[lowprofiles]

Huh? So what, we gotta keep goin' if you think they're bad?

[murderhost]

Not if I think it's bad. But if the audience thinks it's bad, yes.