week 0 - arrival

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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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[princessantly]

[ Look, Alisha is well aware that getting kneed probably hurts, and she does have pointy bits of armor... and shorts, so really, her biggest regret is bare legs in the snow, but that's beside the point. ]

If you were searching for an exit as well... then please, allow me to accompany you. Two people should have better luck.

[stupidly]

[If she starts to look too cold, Gilbert has a bigass coat to donate, at least! Please don't freeze, Alisha...

But the offer has him looking briefly surprised, even if she's right.]

Oh— All right. Right. —My name is Gilbert, by the way. [Since they're going to be working together to Escape™ and all.] ...And I've already checked most of the area to the left of that hotel.

[princessantly]

[ She is not too cold, she just has goosebumps and a very desperate need to not let her teeth chatter. SHE IS NOT USED TO THIS. ]

That should save us some time. [ And finally, she offers a smile and a little bow, one hand to her chest. ] It's a pleasure to [ get mowed down ] meet you, Sir Gilbert. My name is Alisha.

[stupidly]

[Ah, the winter hellscape takes everyone by surprise.]

It's good to meet you, too. [Said a little stiffly, as most automatic pleasantries sound when he says them.] ...Just Gilbert is fine, though.

[AND SO IT BEGINS.]

Have you looked anywhere specific yet? Should we just go right?

[princessantly]

Just behind the inn-- er, the hotel. Right seems to be the next logical step.

[ Just Gilbert, though... is he uncomfortable with formality? He doesn't seem to have much of a regal bearing...

Still, it's not any of her business, so she'll set off.

With her legs still kind of pressed together, shut up. ]

[stupidly]

[TO THE RIGHT, through the ice and snow and cold chilly winds...

Eventually:]

...Are you cold? [Ah, he finally noticed.]

[princessantly]

... It seems I was shamefully unprepared to find myself in a place like this.

[ It means yes, but she's embarrassed. ]

[stupidly]

Here—

[There's no pause before he starts sliding his jacket off! He may be slow on the uptake, but at least he can be a proper gentleman when it involves freezing to death otherwise.]

[princessantly]

[ Wait-- why--

Alisha instantly holds her hands up in front of her, eyes going wide. ]

W-wait, s-- Gilbert, that's hardly-- you need that!

[stupidly]

[TAKE HIS JACKET, ALISHA, it's already off!!]

It's fine, I'm not cold. [He's used to the snow... So used to it. So used to it someone save his city from perpetual winter.]

[princessantly]

... Do you hail from a place with similar weather?

[ SHE'S MAKING NO MOVE TO TAKE IT, what if this is just bravado-- ]

[stupidly]

[NO BRAVADO!! ...Maybe a little bravado, but he's more concerned about his band of freaks than he is about freezing.]

It snows a lot there. [A nod!] It gets colder than this, too.

[princessantly]

Colder... [ She's only slightly grimacing, because Princesses Should Probably Not Grimace, it's like Royalty Etiquette Rule #73. ] I hope this weather doesn't persist.

[ It's gonna persist. ]

[stupidly]

[It's definitely gonna persist. Too bad Gilbert didn't take the time to look through his drawers before he left, or he could at least reassure her that A) they have warm things to spare and B) their hosts are creepy and have all of their measurements.]

We shouldn't be stuck here long enough for the weather to be a problem even if it does.

[Foolish, optimistic Gilbert.]

[princessantly]

You're right. [ Equally foolish, optimistic Alisha. ]

I have duties I absolutely cannot abandon.

[stupidly]

...Right. I think most of us do.

[A clumsy way of getting around directly saying "MOI AUSSI" because he's at least trying not to give away too much about himself, but. Well. He's never been that good at hiding when he's troubled.]

But a group behind something like this would need to be big, so it shouldn't take us too long to find something.

[princessantly]

Then let's keep expanding our search.

... And search the rooftops, perhaps? It might work for a better vantage point.

[stupidly]

That's not a bad idea. [THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA AND SOMEONE'S GONNA DIE.

It'll probably be both of them, after Gilbert slips off and lands on her.]

Should we split up to check those?

[princessantly]

We could... I suppose I should see if I can reach the roof first.

[ She's not as tall and gangly as certain people. ]

[stupidly]

[Oh right, she's a small while he's a tall...]

If you can't, I'll check.

[Just don't stand under any areas where he might fall.]

[princessantly]

[ Someone's got to try and catch him, though-- ]

... Thank you. I'm sorry to potentially ask this of you.

[ C'mon, Tall. ]

[stupidly]

It's fine, I don't mind.

[AWAY, TO THE FIRST ROOF.]

[princessantly]

[ WHICH... is the hotel, and Alisha's already looking at it rather unhappily. ]

... It's certainly a bit of a climb.

[ IT'S HIGH ABOVE YOUR HEAD, ALISHA. ]

[stupidly]

[IT'S HIGH ABOVE BOTH OF THEIR HEADS.]

...Maybe there's a way to get at it from the inside?

[princessantly]

Ah-- through one of the third story windows? Or an attic?

[ THIS SEEMS SAFE. ]