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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[jackhole]

[ okay, yeah. there's screaming here. high pitched shrieks as he ducks down again to cover his head as he's attacked again by a SMALL GIRL. WHAT IS GOING ON IN HIS LIFE? ]

Stop, stop, stop! STOP HITTING ME. You're insane, everyone here is insane and -- ow, god damn it. It's not even yours! And you're just a kid. Where the hell are your parents?!

[ he's even going to risk his hand (the robot one) by shoving it out of his protective bubble to slap at her. go away, go away, go away! ]

[lastgirl]

[And as he screams she just laughs. It's a wickedly happy laugh - his cries exciting and amusing her all the same. But that's only at the beginning. As she hits him a few times the laughter subsides and by the 8th swing she's not laughing anymore.

She stops swinging after that and instead scowls.]

...Why aren't you fighting back? Don't tell me you're a "pacifist" or whatever?

[She says it like it's so awful to be one.]

[jackhole]

[ guess who has two thumbs and feels bruised all over? it's rhys. it's definitely rhys. when she finally stops hitting him and pulls back, he just shoots a glare at her and...

huh, why didn't he fight back? ]

I'm not a pacifist! [ no need to get so defensive, rhys. ] But you're just -- you're a kid! I'm not going to hit a kid.

[ yeah, that makes sense, he thinks. he wouldn't hit a kid. he clarifies then, after that -- ]

You obviously don't know what you're doing.

[lastgirl]

[She scowls, gritting her teeth. The fact that he didn't want to fight because she's a child is insulting enough, but then he says that she doesn't know what she's doing.]

That's not an excuse! And I know what I'm doing well enough to get you hurt!

[And she raises the baton to go back to swinging.]

[jackhole]

[ Okay, that's enough!! Rhys lets out another yelp before ducking away and just. Okay, no no no. No. He's going to grab for the baton now, trying to take hold of it and shove her away. Get off his damn baton! ]

That's not even a threat! I get hurt really easily!

[ Grabbing for it now! ]

[lastgirl]

[Despite her ferocity, she's still just a small child. When he grabs it she does her best to wrestle it away, but when she's shoved she once again tumbles to the ground.

She picks herself up, slowly panting for breath, and scowls.]

Well you're not completely pathetic I guess.

[jackhole]

[ rhys is so blessed on this day to have his baton back in his hands. he actually sort of hugs it to himself, shooting a glare at buddy and taking a few steps back. not letting go of this thing again! ]

That's not... I don't... Am I supposed to be flattered?

[ genuinely asking here actually ]

[lastgirl]

No. [This is a blunt child Rhys is dealing with, but she doesn't seem as aggressive as before at least.] Don't hit me again, or next time I'll break your head with that stick.

[jackhole]

Well, good! Because I didn't think I was!

[ he just sort of squints at her after the threat before letting out a offended scoff. ]

You can't just-- I mean-- You know what? No. Nevermind. I'm walking away now!

[ and he's. actually going to walk away now. ]

[lastgirl]

[She crosses her arms and lets him walk. But before he's completely out of the hall, she'll speak up again.]

What's your name, man?

[jackhole]

[ he'll pause and look back at her with a squint. ]

Rhys. And I'm only telling you that so you know not to hit me again later.

[ he should. ask her her name, right? no! screw that! ]

And I'm not asking you yours!

[ FLEEING ]

[lastgirl]

[Wow. Okay fine then. She's not going to waste her time chasing some whimp. But she'll remember his name and face.]