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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literally shrieking with laughter i'm so fucking grateful

[fourleafcleaver]

[and for a few moments there is glorious, blissful silence




until Clover comes storming out of her room, making a big display of slamming the door real hard behind her, and marches over to Rhys's door.

She just kinda stands there with her hands on her hips and glares.]

All right, what the hell.

:'|

[jackhole]

[ guess who's still standing there with his head poking out of his doorway like a loser. he actually looks kind of startled when clover gives up the shouting match and comes over. he's totally not leaving his door shield alone, just sort of squints at her from the crack. ]

If you hit me, I'm yelling. Again.

[fourleafcleaver]

Is that supposed to be a threat? It's a lousy one.

Not taking back the jackass thing, by the way.

[jackhole]

Yeah, well. I happen to thing yelling is very alarming and gets the message across well.

[ but wait -- ]

Why not?! You don't even know me!

[fourleafcleaver]

Titles are earned and I'm just saying, you did way more yelling in that conversation than me.

[definitely just screwing with him at least a little]

[jackhole]

Well, your title is now brat so okay, brat. Stupid freakin' titles, god damnit.

[ rhys, chill out. but he also has to point out a VERY HUGE discrepancy here okay!! ]

I was just matching the tone of the conversation! You can't blame me for the tone of the conversation being loud.

[fourleafcleaver]

[oh no brat is her LEAST favorite title, now she's getting all riled up again]

What do you mean I can't blame you?! I totally can! You started the tone of the conversation, jackass!

[jackhole]

[ WHOOPS SORRY. one brat and one jackass, it's set in stone now. ]

I was inquiring about the location of my friends. That's all I was doing!

[fourleafcleaver]

Okay, but you did it while yelling! You started the loud thing!

[like she wasn't shouting around for her brother a little whole ago BUT AT LEAST SHE HAD THE DECENCY TO MOVE AROUND or. or something]

[jackhole]

There's a difference between aggressively loud and inquiringly loud! I was the latter, you were the former!

[ are they really having this pedantic an argument right here? they sure are. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[they definitely are, who let these children out unsupervised]

Hey, no, you just said "loud," you don't get to specify after the fact!

[VOLUME GRADUALLY ESCALATING sorry, rest of the third floor]

[jackhole]

[ rhys is not a child! he's 27! ]

I wasn't even talking to you the first time! It was like, a general yell for a specific person. Then you got involved! AND MADE IT LOUD.

[ stop yelling, holy shit ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[no one in this hallway is going to believe that]

YOU WERE LOUD FIRST, DID WAY MORE YELLING, AND TOTALLY SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED TO BE TOLD TO SHUT UP!

[none of this is necessary]

[jackhole]

[ why is there yelling again. there is so much yelling. ]

There was NO ONE AROUND. I FIGURED IF MY FRIENDS WERE AROUND THEY WOULD HEAR ME AND RESPOND. IT WAS A VERY REASONABLE ASSUMPTION TO MAKE AND IF YOU COULD STOP YELLING, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

[ someone help these two ]

[fourleafcleaver]

WELL THEY'RE DEFINITELY NOWHERE AROUND HERE BECAUSE THEY DEFINITELY WOULD HAVE HEARD ALL OF THE YELLING YOU'VE BEEN DOING!

[there's no help left for them]

[jackhole]

[ why is this girl so rude WHY IS SHE SO RUDE

TO HIM

SPECIFICALLY TO HIM ]

I GUESS THAT MEANS YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS EITHER SINCE NO ONE'S SHOWED UP WITH ALL THE YELLING YOU'VE BEEN DOING. BRAT.

[fourleafcleaver]

[so, to recap: a couple of terrible metaphorical children yell at each other for yelling, and then about having no friends while neither of them have had absolutely anybody come to deal with the situation]

LOOK, JACKASS— [and okay what if she just tries yanking his door open, even if only for the intimidation aspect]]

[jackhole]

[ that sounds about right.

when she starts yanking at his door though, he yelps and slams it shut. leaning against it now to keep it closed!

except this is a push door so eventually this is going to get really dumb. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[this has always been really dumb, come on.

There's just the lightest little giggle as the door slams shut because that was such a pathetic yelp, goddamn. She totally wants to keep antagonizing him and she is feisty as they come but the thing is she's so tiny. She's so small.

That's not going to stop her from turning the doorknob and at least trying to shoulder-check the door in, though.]

[jackhole]

[ clover, why are you so small. rhys is like a whole solid foot taller than you. that's ridiculous.

he's going to let out another yell as the door shifts before shoving hard at it to close shut. nope, you're not coming in her, short stuff. ]

Come onnnn! Leave me alone!

[fourleafcleaver]

[she can't help it, okay, she's not trying to be so comically tiny, it just happens

She backs up, waits a moment, and tackles the door one more time just for the fun of it. what a shit.]

[jackhole]

[ asdfdkjhjgkh!! it startled rhys enough for him to fall over but the door holds. there's uh, an actual lock there that he remembered to lock.

crazy.

but he's not engaging anymore after that. now, go away! ]