The Host (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
murderhost) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
beachepisode2026-04-29 04:01 pm
murderhost) wrote in beachepisode2026-04-29 04:01 pm
Entry tags:
[ week one: overflow ]
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?
—
PROPERTY DAMAGE | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS
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?
—
PROPERTY DAMAGE | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS
no subject
[ Just snagging the collar of Tamom's shirt and holding on tight. ]
no subject
How can I stay calm? Someone's going to find me in my grave in the middle of the night and stab me three times in the kidney and then four times in my small intestine and leave me to bleed out alone only for someone to find me when they step in a puddle of my blood and ruin their brand new shoes forever and then I'll have to pay for those from the afterlife!!
no subject
I won't let that happen.
[ Tamon is not the kind of person who should be anywhere near something like this. He's not a jujutsu sorcerer or a curse user or a resurrected being. He's innocent and afraid and...
He reminds Yuta of the way he used to be. ]
I'll protect you, Fukuhara-san.