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]

one -- third floor (saturday morning).

[ sorry for anyone on the third floor because rhys is just going to poke his head out of his room, squint down the hallway and then shout really, really loudly. ]

FIONAAAAAAAAA! ... Vaughn?

[ because that's totally the wisest thing to do when you suddenly wake up in a room at midnight and you're completely alone. shout for your bestest bro(s) to come save you. he's going to stay like that, keeping his door as a shield while he waits for... any response. ]

two -- lobby (saturday evening).

[ there is a man, skulking about and clutching a baton to his chest. it's not zappy right now but it's definitely unsheathed and ready to thwack someone. he's poking around the lobby, to find any more information and is definitely very, very jumpy.

he'll head straight to the staff hall when he notices it, trying the door to the place and when it's locked -- he starts swearing. ]

Oh, come on. That's like -- it's like you want to be a creepy hotel with no answers at all! It's like you enjoy it or something! Is this what gets you going?! Oh my god.

[ why is he talking to a door....... anyway he's so caught up in ki...cking the door now that if anyone comes up behind him and taps him or says anything, rhys is going to let out a very loud shriek and uh --

... try and hit you with the baton? great. ]

three -- saturday/sunday.

[ ... or wildcard it! it's two whole days of rhys being himself in the close company of 35 other people. you're not going to like him much after this. ]

[billarious]

[Well luckily, Bill isn't really close to him when he addresses the guy kicking the door. He knows what happens when you sneak up on upset, unsuspecting humans - he's done it enough times. Instead he's a little ways away, leaning against a wall and watching when he raises his voice to get Rhys' attention. Swing all you want, you won't be hitting him!]

Think maybe they'd have an axe or something around? Those are a lot handier with breaking down doors I think.

[jackhole]

[ rhys totally and completely swings (with that yelp too) but it doesn't... connect with anyone, and he ends up just staring blankly at bill. right, other people. here. doing things. just as confused. okay.

okay. ]

An... axe.

[ he pauses, thinks about it and then -- ]

Oh! Yeah, an axe. An axe would be great, actually. They prrrrobably have an axe around here somewhere? Safety, uh, first? Safety first!

[billarious]

[Yup! Don't worry bro, he's just a confused guy like you looking for answers. Also entertainment, but answers definitely come first.]

Safety first. [He repeats it with a nod, standing up straight and glancing around. Where would you keep an axe around here anyway?]

Didn't see any areas for chopping wood or sheds you'd keep one in in the town. They could have a basement with one though, here at the hotel.

[They do that sometimes, right? Humans often keep weird things in weird places.]

2

[lastgirl]

[Buddy is attracted to the hall when she hears the screaming of a man at it. She approaches quietly, trying to let no sound come from her steps, but when she gets close enough she'll speak.]

Hey what are you--

[And then gets promptly smacked with the baton, knocked back on the ground.]

[jackhole]

[ oh my god, he hit someone. rhys just blinks, staring down at the girl on the ground, then the baton in his hand, and then back to the girl on the ground. after that, it kind of sinks in and he gasps sharply, dropping the baton and covering his mouth with both hands. ]

Oh no! Oh noooo. Are you dead? Please tell me you're not dead. Though I guess you couldn't tell me if you were dead if you were actually dead, ahaha... ha? Shit, I'm talking to myself.

[ rhys, just shut up. ]

[lastgirl]

[Buddy isn't dead, but she is dazed while Rhys starts rambling. Somewhere in the middle her awareness comes back and her heart seizes in a panic. She was just attacked. Crap. Looks like he's distracted though.

As he rambles she slowly reaches her arm out to get a hold of the baton, hoping he's a bit too caught up in talking to himself, and grasps it with her hand. Once she does she flings herself up and tries to smack his face back with the baton.]

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[brawlhalla]

[ AH...he chose a terrible person to attack. If he doesn't dodge, Astrid's going to try to grab the hand holding the baton and flip him over her shoulder, ducking under the attack.

Vikings are not particularly polite when it comes to people trying to hit them, you know. ]

Hey!

[jackhole]

[ yeah, there is absolutely no way whatsoever rhys could have defended himself from that so... there he goes. on the ground, curled up in pain. he lets out a pathetic whimper and curls in on himself, rolling from side to side. ]

Whoa, okay! Not cool. Nooooot cooool. Oh, there is so much pain.

[ why did he have to try and hit a viking ]

[brawlhalla]

[ sweet odin what a baby, though ]

I didn't even break any of your bones, don't complain. You're the one who attacked me, remember? I was just going to ask who you were.

[crazily]

[ Rhys at least isn't the only one trying to get his bearings, though Break is admittedly having a bit more difficulty with it. He's exploring with his cane in hand, and though his steps don't falter, he's actually using that cane for more guidance than it would seem. He can't see a thing, after all, and a blind man in an unfamiliar place makes it exceedingly difficult for him to get his bearings. He's mentally mapping the place out, though of course by the time he hears someone else, he approaches.

It's much easier to have a seeing-eye dog of sorts, after all.

Break doesn't actually interrupt Rhys's tirade, since there is a part of his personality that's just naturally a menace, so. By the time he snickers at Rhys, he's basically right behind him. He feels Rhys shift towards him, knows that there's something being swung his way, and—

Well, it would be hard to believe that he's actually blind, that's for sure.

He kicks the end of his cane as he steps back, which quickly turns it up. The cane catches the baton and prevents it from hitting Break at least, but the same might not be said of Rhys. Excellent ways to meet new people, right? ]

[jackhole]

[ break, did you just... get rhys to hit himself with his own baton? because he sort of just got rhys to hit himself with his own baton! the thing smacks him square in the forehead when it bounces off break's cane which causes rhys to let out another yell, stumbling backwards into the door he was just kicking. see, you think that would be it but the sudden pain makes him fling his hand upwards to rub at where he smacked himself except --

except the hand that swings upwards is his robot hand. so, first baton, then robot hand, then another yell of pain. ow, metal. the baton drops to the floor and rhys finally uses his flesh hand to hold his forehead and whimpers pathetically as he leans against the door. ]

Okay, okay. That"s a new record for sudden self-harm. I'm actually kind of impressed with myself.

[crazily]

[ Break quickly takes another step back as soon as he feels the contact, since without having sight (and just a little habit), he's going on the assumption that he might have to fight here. But. When he hears the baton connect with Rhys, and then another odd sound as if Rhys had hit himself again with something else metallic, he...imagines probably not. It had only been for a moment that he had tensed up in expectation, but Break quickly relaxes with a cheerful laugh. ]

Oh~? I'm sorry about that~! It's a bit of a habit, you know. Reflex takes over when something's swung my way.

[ That whimper is hilarious though... Just what did Rhys smack himself with? ]

one.

[fluorospar]

Calm down.

[She's not trying to break down your door! But...she also doesn't really appreciate the yelling??? Why the yelling. It's like midnight and it's awful and everything is awful and cut out the yelling.]

[jackhole]

[ see, you say calm down but rhys is just going to yell again when he hears selena. it's a surprised yell, of course, less of an agonized wail for his friends but then he stops because that's actually a bit more yelling than he meant to do.

then he's just gonna... squint at her. from behind his door of safety. ]

Uh, hi.

[fluorospar]

[Yo sup.]

...Are you finished?

[You know.

With the yelling.]

one!

[stupidly]

[THAT'S A LOUD SHOUT. That's a loud shout from a guy who's hiding behind his door... On the plus side, that's a pretty distinct sign right there that he's One Of The Herd - also confused and kidnapped, probably. Gilbert goes from tense and ready to punch, to just tired and filled with oncoming headaches.]

Who the hell are you?

[jackhole]

[ rhys is actually kind of offended by the sudden exasperation! who are you to get exasperated by him? he doesn't even know you! he should be getting exasperated first -- don't you out long suffer him.

so yeah, rhys just frowns when he notices gilbert shifting from panicked to unpanicked and with a sneer -- ]

No. Who the hell are you?

[stupidly]

[A RACE TO THE LONG-SUFFERING FINISH LINE. Gilbert's had a lot of practice, he'll put up a good fight...

That said, he actually answers:] Gilbert. [Plain and simple. HE CAN BE MATURE.]

I woke up in that room- [Pointing to one down the hall!] -a while ago.

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[fourleafcleaver]

[And a response comes in the form of a high-pitched, squeaky shriek from right next door:]

Shut UP!

[SHE'S READY TO HAVE A SHOUTING MATCH DON'T THINK SHE'S NOT]

[jackhole]

[ OH ARE THEY GOING TO HAVE A SHOUTING MATCH...... ]

NO, YOU SHUT UP.

[ hi, neighbor ]

two

[muties]

[ Ah yes, nothing like approaching a person to check on them and getting attacked with a baton.

Roxy dodges by flying just out of reach of the baton with a yelp. Dropping back down to the floor, ] Whoa, cool it! Do you think someone's gonna attack you or somethin'?

[jackhole]

[ rhys is just going to freeze there, baton in air and sort of. uh. stammer out -- shit, he almost hit a teen girl? ]

Uh, kind of! That's sort of a thing that happens often in situations like this. Random, creepy hotel. People I don't know. No way to contact my friends? I'm kind of feeling hit-y.

two

[disapproved]

What reason would our kidnappers have for said kidnapping if not for their amusement? They've let us loose in this fabricated environment, surely knowing we seek answers. 'Twould be ironic to leave their manifestos in our bed chests.

[ she's found her chewtoy here, hasn't she. morrigan steps from the hallway boldly, no signs of fear despite her blasé regard for his baton. she does have to sidestep rather fast to avoid the tip of it, however. ]

You'd strike a defenseless lady, I see. I suppose what they say about chivalry holds as true as you do to that.. thing.

[jackhole]

[ you have definitely found your chewtoy, morrigan. rhys just lets out a yelp as he connects with... nothing? and then just sort of blinks and holds the baton to his chest. ]

Okay, first of all. Bed chests? Haha, whaaaat. Lady, whaaaat? And uh, second. I tooootally didn't notice you were a woman. Just a... slightly threatening person coming up behind me? Not that... I wouldn't hit a woman too? If she deserved it? I mean, I'd hit both men and women. I'm free for all on the hitting thing when, uh, when hits are... deserved.

[ . . . ]

Actually, wait. I'm just not going to hit anyone.