[ 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

[dresscode]

[ EXTREMELY LOUD DISTRESSED WAILING COMING FROM THE CRYBABY COWARD HIDING IN THE CORNER THAT WILL ONLY GET LOUDER THE LONGER YOU TALK ABOUT KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE RIGHT NOW ]

[costars]

[ mood ]

[voring]

[MY GOD THIS GUY'S JUST HAVING THE WORST TIME SOMEONE HELP THIS CRYBABY.]

You good?

[dresscode]

No! Why would you say it's nice that we can just start killing people!? I don't want any of you to diiiiieeee!!!

[voring]

But people all die eventually anyway, so.

[SO WHATEVER MAN!]

[dresscode]

THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST START KILLING THEM FOR NO REASON!!!

[ Well. There is a reason in this case. But still! ]

[voring]

Sure you can! Also, there's a reason? The reason is we go home, duh.

[JUST DUH.]

[dresscode]

Only the people left standing get to go home! Everyone else is dead! Bad!!!

[voring]

[What da hael why is he being scolded by so many people, damn!]

So people who wanna leave can just work hard to not die!

[dresscode]

[ Well hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em– ]

OBIKAWA-KUN!!!! I'm a miserable, pathetic worm who probably shouldn't have lived this long anyway! I can't defend myself! Will you help protect me from dying!?

[voring]

[TJIS IMMEDIATE FUCKING TURNAROUND IS FRYING ME. And also Obikawa since he just fucking laughs.]

Woah! You think someone's gonna want to save a guy that calls himself a worm? That's a crazy sales pitch!

[dresscode]

[ IT'S TIME TO DROP HIS PRINCIPLES FOR THE SAKE OF HIS DESIRES BABEYYYY ]

I'll call myself whatever you want me to call myself if you'll protect meeeee!!!

[voring]

[




Reaches to attempt to pick this guy up like he's holding the cat in this icon...]

[dresscode]

[ This 6'2 grownass man goes completely limp noodle dead weight. Pick him up! Pick him up! Uppies!!! ]

[voring]

[I FORGOT THIS WET NOODLE WAS SO TALL good thing Obikawa still has an inch of height on him somehow. UPPIES... FOR THIS TALLASS BABY MAN.]

You're funny!

[dresscode]

[ he's literally shifting into puppy mode ]

I am? I- I mean... yeah, I am! I'll be your personal jester, Obikawa-kun!

[voring]

[WHY IS HE THE FUNNIEST PERSON AT THE CLUB. Tucks him under his arm football-carry style.]

Okay! You got a deal.

[dresscode]

[ Oh! He's being carried! YAY! Take him away, Obikawa!! ]

Yaaaaaaay!!!

[voring]

Time to get a snack!

[JUST FUCKING CARRIES HIS NEW JINGLE JESTER AWAY FROM Q&A.]

[dresscode]

[ hell yeah hopefully they don't walk in on tamon trying to kill himself ]