[ 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

[fixtures]

[ Giselle tries her very best to retain her distant, cold smile, but as ever... it's stiff. Forced and overly practiced. ]

"Chosen to kill," you say... and on what grounds would that be?

[murderhost]

[ Getting the feeling people here don't like him... ]

Because they will kill you!

[fixtures]

Because they have a unique lust for blood, you mean? Or perhaps there is some other reason?

[ She's still smiling! It's fine! ]

[costars]

[ why is she smiling throughout all this......THIS IS SO SCARY.....IS SHE THE KILLER?

THE MAID IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH THE FIREPLACE POKER????? ]

[fixtures]

[ SMILES AT HIM TOO IF HE'S STARING ]

May I assist you, my dear?

[ She's calm... very calm... gentle and quiet as ever. ]

I know we all must be feeling a terrible shock, at present...

[costars]

[ eeps when she turns the WEIGHT OF HER PLACID STARE at him ]

I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!! I'LL NEVER LOOK AT YOU AGAIN!!!

[ runs away to hide behind a different person.... ]

[fixtures]

[ oh... he ran away :(

Her expression falls a bit once he's successfully hidden, but she won't look his way again. ]

[murderhost]

I just thought they'd be good at it, really. Everyone here has the potential to be my killers. But this round, it's these specific people.

[fixtures]

I see. I see...

[ Slightly too long pause, while her face remains uncannily frozen. ]

And might you tell us how many there are? Or, perhaps you are hoping that they are the ones who succeed in the end... hehe.

[ Is she toeing the line of implying he's giving the killers an advantage... maybe!! ]

[murderhost]

[ ok, look....... ]

I can't tell you how many there are... yet! It's only week one. Gotta get the ball rolling first. Ask again later.

[fixtures]

...Very well.

[ so basically he needs at least one person to die before he's willing to part with that information. fine. morbidly: ]

I will do so... unless, of course, my life is cut short prior to then. Heh...