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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[lastgirl]

Oh. [Brother. She didn't know what that word meant until Dusty told her about being Brad's son. Buddy nods, trying to smother her own feelings.] What does he look like? I can help you find him.

[She normally wouldn't care, but a brother and a sister protect one another. This girl needs to find and help him.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[She hesitates, not out of wariness but because she didn't expect to be offered any help.]

He's tall, and kind of lanky. He's got gray hair down to his chin. [Another pause, considering.] He's blind, but he'll definitely hear you coming or calling. [Every now and again, her brother likes to see how long it takes everyone else to figure it out, but if he's here and they're separated in this strange environment, she doesn't want to take any chances.]

[lastgirl]

Blind? ...I'm sorry to hear that. [Before she would have been skeptical about how a blind person can be of any use, but being half-blind herself now brings a little perspective to it.] I'll tell you if I find him. Do you want me to search beside you? It may be dangerous to go alone.

[fourleafcleaver]

What for? He gets around as fine as anyone sighted. [She shrugs—she's grown up with it, and her brother matters to her more than anything. It's a non-issue.

Anyone else, she might be quicker to split up from, but this kid is...well, a kid (Clover she's taller than you don't even), and something vaguely resembling a sense of responsibility deep down under what a brat Clover is doesn't want her roaming on her own, since yeah, it could be dangerous.] Yeah, we should stick together. At least until we figure out what's what around here.

I'm Clover.

[lastgirl]

I'm Buddy. [Likewise she sees Clover as someone to protect, purely because she's another girl.] Can I ask you a weird question? How did you make your hair so big and pink?

[fourleafcleaver]

[That gets a grin out of her. Let's talk about fashion, kiddo.] The color's a really good highlight, but the pigtails are just teasing a layer at a time. They're not really that hard.

[spoilers: her natural hair color is just a different shade of pink]

[lastgirl]

[Yes let's.]

But how did you make it that color? Is it painted on?

[fourleafcleaver]

It's a dye. I mean, I use a few different kinds to get the streaks just right, but it's quality stuff! I'm not gonna put actual paint in my hair.

[lastgirl]

"Die"? Sounds violent. Is it made out of blood?

[BUDDY...]

[fourleafcleaver]

...D-Y-E. [wh...what kind of wasteland is this girl from...... That's actually a pretty distinct possibility now that Clover thinks about it, though; look at her eye??] It's...closer to paint. Kind of.