[ 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

[memori3s]

...how soon.

[murderhost]

Uhm.

[ . . . ]

Friday?

[memori3s]

[ Freezing until FRIDAY??? ]

Why not Thursday.

[murderhost]

[ :( ]

But... the skinship.

[memori3s]

[ That wasn't a "because the weather forecast said so"... ]

You... control the weather here?

[murderhost]

Yes. We control everything.

[ Don't make him turn off the air! ]

[memori3s]

[ ???? THE AIR???? ]

Oh.

[ The extent of control over their surroundings is definitely Concerning, but. Suspend disbelief Minato, just for a bit longer... ]

You told someone else the game started. ...that means you've already picked culprits, doesn't it?

[murderhost]

[ :) ]

Yes! They're sitting with you here right now.

[memori3s]

[ guy who is going to need another stress nap ]

Oh.

[ He can't help but glance at each person sitting around, even if it's impossible to tell who the assigned people might be.

So this is how it begins, with people potentially pointing fingers at each other early on. ]

[murderhost]

[ Exactly. :) ]

[dresscode]

[ what the fuck ]

Is this a dating show or a murder show...?

[murderhost]

[ Hehe. ❤️ ]

[dresscode]

[ YOU GOT THE WOOOOOOOOORST OF BOTH WORLDS

HE'S NOT JUST GONNA DIE, HE'S GONNA DIE A VIRGIN!!!!!!! ]

[memori3s]

[ WHOA this guy is crying a lot. Buddy you're going to be the first to die. Of dehydration. ]

It's okay. We just have to find the mafia.

[dresscode]

[ BIG HUGE SNIFFLING ]

B-but how!? I feel like I'll only find out who they are when they come to kill me in the middle of the night because I'm pathetically easy prey!!!

[memori3s]

[ No. That's still something valuable. They can use him as bait -- ]

We can take turns keeping watch.

[dresscode]

[ Haruaki cries harder, as if he could sense Minato's brackets. ]

B-but what if the person keeping watch is the mafia!?

[memori3s]

[ wuh oh ]

I... guess that's possible.

[ hm. ]

the way this is also basically how minato found him in the garden in laby

[dresscode]

[ Slowly starts crawling over to cling to Minato's legs ]

Help meeee.... protect meeeee..... I don't wanna dieeeeeeee.............

HELP ME

[memori3s]

[ Wow this guy has a strong grip -- ]

I don't --

[ Ok no. Let's try that again. ]

It's okay. We're the same.

[ Equally defenseless! ]

[dresscode]

[ big honkin pathetic sniffle ]

W-we are...? You're a crybaby loser scumbag pervert too?

[memori3s]

[ oh brother ]

...

[ Forget about having any self determination. What would Haruaki want him to say to get those sweet +3 social link points? ]

That's right.

[ Sounds like a rumor Tanaka could spread about him as blackmail. Close enough. ]

[descendia]

[ his roommate....... ]

[voring]

[Learning a lot about the roommates today...]

[dresscode]

Oh... Arisato-kun, I had no idea...

[ He sounds so genuinely touched, like this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him. Perhaps it is. ]

We have to stick together... maybe we don't deserve to live, but we should still try our best!