[ 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]

Stop saying questionable things challenge, difficulty: impossible.

[ fucking hell, obi. ]

[voring]

[HE'S WINNING!!!! Turns to her like he is delivering great news:]

Hey, we can just kill a bunch of people and leave early!

[missdemeanor]

[ AND THEN WHAT? VORE THEM? ]

Bad boy. If you kill a bunch of people, that's less people around to eat your stew.

[ SIT!! YOU FERAL CREATURE!! ]

[voring]

[LISTEN.....................

Oh that's so true though? She does have a point. He looks like he is seriously considering this.]

Maybe they can eat it before they die...

[missdemeanor]

[ why is she always wrangling the unhinged ones. where's her babysitter so she can kick back, huh???? ]

They could, but then you wouldn't have them around to compliment you afterwards. Dead people don't talk.

[ SO?? SIT BOY!!! ]

That'd suck, right?

[voring]

[SHE'S TAKING UP SUCH UNGRATEFUL WORK. He looks like he is considering saying something but apparently thinks better of it so who knows how unhinged it was considering the shit he's fine with saying out loud.]

Yeah, true. Damn... I guess I'll wait until it gets more boring, then.

[missdemeanor]

[ gggggGOD. she's going to gently lob a pack of crackers she had in the pockets of her pants towards him. ]

Good Obi.

[ that's future desscaras's problem

or maybe she'll be fucking dead and she won't have to deal with it ]

[voring]

I'm not a dog or a parrot or something, you know.

[HE'S A NORMAL HUMAN JANITOR MAN!!!!! who catches the crackers and immediately opens them up so he can start snacking. IF DESSCARAS IS DEAD BEFORE OBIKAWA THERE'S NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD.]

[missdemeanor]

[ if he's nibbling on crackers, he can't nibble on bodies! ]

Too late. You took the bait, Polly.

[voring]

[STOP ASSIGNING HIM VORE.]

My name's Obikawa! You should carry better stuff, too.

[missdemeanor]

Don't diss your reward treat. You're supposed to appreciate it, like a good Obikawa.

[ ugh. mulling over it, though, and she continues with: ]

... But get me something better, if you wanna complain about it. Two points if it's easy to eat when you're on the go.

[ this began with murder ]

[voring]

[THIS REALLY BEGAN WITH MURDER.]

A reward should be good! And I shouldn't have to find my own. That's just a snack, then, y'know?

[missdemeanor]

It's my reward.

[ for doing damage control and not being the worst person in a room ]

[voring]

What do you even need one for?

[Say the quiet part out loud.]

[missdemeanor]

For being perfect and flawless and managing you.

[ (affectionate)? no, maybe not.

anyway, says the quiet part out loud ]

[voring]

I don't need to be managed!

[Maybe he will turn up dead on Friday for his hubris... But for now he'll just meander away......]

[missdemeanor]

That's what all the Need to be Managed say.

[ including her.

anyway, she's not following, but she'll call that out to him as he meanders away. maybe he's going to get her snacks? she's going to sit here the rest of however long waiting for those snacks that may or may not come. ]

[voring]

[SHE MAY BE RIGHT......... He doesn't come back but maybe he'll bring snacks for her whenever their paths cross again.]