[ 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

[missdemeanor]

[ oh my god, she's reaching for the back of his shirt.

hearing that and then seeing him leaving??? tamon??? ]

Oh no you don't.

[costars]

[ desperately tries to flail out of her grasp! ]

Let me go!! It's better than staying here!!! At least if I die this way it'll be my own fault and no one else's!!

[missdemeanor]

[ no!!! bad boy!!!! she's holding on as tightly as she can. her shoulder. her shoulder, ]

You can go out and lie in holes in the garden- [ wait ] -without putting dirt on top, but you're not doing that.

[costars]

[ thank you for the permission miss desscaras, he will find something else to cover his deceased body with ]

Why not? It's better than waiting for someone to find me first!

[missdemeanor]

[ cover his alive body with why are all of them like this ]

Uh, no. One of them you're dead for sure, the other one you've got a fighting chance.

[ tugging him back a little ]

Even if you're shaking in your boots, give the people who wanna keep you alive an easier time by keeping yourself alive.

[costars]

But there's no one who would want to keep me alive.....

[ what are all these people doing chasing after him, it obviously can't be to keep him in one piece. ]