week 0 - arrival

[vicedirector]

seven vices arrival ♫ saturday & sunday 36 players remaining You remember happening upon something awful and nauseating. What it was, precisely, is lost to you, but you have the instinctive feeling that by escaping from it, you've avoided something terrible. When you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in bed in a dark, dusty room, facing a digital alarm clock. Its face, reading 12:01, is one of the only sources of light in the room. The other comes from the window, shadows flickering about. Opening the blinds will reveal that it is nighttime, and what looks to be a massive bonfire has been lit in the street at the front of the building. A wooden talisman hangs around your neck, with one of seven symbols carved on the back. Attempting to take off the talisman will result in a wave of intense dread, and the all-too-familiar nausea. A brass key engraved with a unique room number lays on the bedside table beside the clock, as well. But you won't get any answers just sitting in your room all night. >Investigate? This is an open mingle for arrival in the town. Waking up just after midnight on Saturday, characters will have the weekend to explore and socialize before the plot begins. The profiles and IC rulebooks (both the personal ones and the public one at the chapel) have not been revealed/given out yet. The kitchen will still 'prepare' breakfast on these days, and the bonfire will burn continuously into the daytime. Per items: smaller items that a character could easily carry with them will be in their rooms. Animals and larger objects will either be waiting outside or in the hotel lobby. cast setting

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[muties]

[ Who let this guy into the cocaine stash. ]

Yeah, that's because it's snow. It's like ice, but uh. Not ice.

[ She's not sure on that but. ]

[billarious]

[Someone who knows the kind of people you should let into the cocaine stash, obviously! Look at this guy, why wouldn't you give him some of that stuff?]

Ice but not ice, huh?

[No he's pretty sure it's the same thing, but he's not going to correct her on that. Instead he'll pick some of the snow up, palming it in his reddening hand.]

So all snow's cold then?

[muties]

Soft ice. But not like softserve ice cream, tho.

[ Shrugs. ]

Yeah, unless it's fake. Weather's gotta be cold as frick for the clouds to produce frozen shit instead of liquid water.