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

Comments

[takanome]

Oh, that's pretty weird. Guess it could be worse, yeah. [Sympathetic face.] Sounds like you don't remember anything about getting here either...

[He leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets, huffs.] I didn't have my cell phone on me right then. There's not even a phone in the room.

[dereban]

I don't. [ She answers this simply, immediately. ]

I'm not surprised, however. Whoever did this is crafty.

[ Like Heartseed. But something like this wasn't done by him. She's almost 100% sure of it, considering that she hasn't seen the other members. ]

[takanome]

Which is pretty weird. Why go to all this trouble for...? [He twirls his hand in the air. He assumes she's an ordinary high school student like himself (there's nothing at all notable about him except for basketball, to some degree, and definitely not money), but it feels weird to complete the sentence when he's not sure, so he takes a different direction.] I mean, I'm not exactly loaded, and you don't strike me as the oujo-type either.

[dereban]

I don't know. [ She shakes her head, sighing. ]

Although I might not be a rich princess [ you can practically hear the disgust in the word princess ] I'm not necessarily poor, either. But I can't really think of another specific reason why they'd pick me as someone for... this.

[ Although she's the most likely candidate out of her group, so it makes sense. Sort of. ]

[takanome]

[His eyebrows raise at the altered inflection - she hates being a princess even more than being a queen? Interesting, though apparently both descriptions are inaccurate and irrelevant.]

Yeah, if they wanted a high school basketball player for some reason, you think they'd pick... Well, whatever. [His lips quirk, he moves on. Somebody who got a little better than third place in the winter cup. Who cares, it's obvious just looking at this girl that even a point guard, the most slender position, would be a stretch for her.] Do you play any sports, do any club activities?

[dereban]

I don't play any sports, [ She's complete shit at them, truth be told. ]

I'm the vice president of the club I'm in, however.

[takanome]

Haha, okay. Can I ask what club at what school?

[The lack of specification sounds suspiciously like a "going home club" or "campus activity brigade". Takao won't give information without taking, though; he puts his thumb on his chest loosely.]

I'm Takao from Shutoku High.

[dereban]

Sure.

[ That much information she doesn't mind sharing. ]

I'm Nagase Iori [ that's a lie ] from Yamaboshi High. The club I'm in is known as the Student Cultural Society.

[takanome]

Gotcha. [He gives a nod THIS FREAKING TEENAGER CAN'T EVEN GIVE SO MUCH AS A FIFTEEN-DEGREE BOW] Nice to meetcha.

[It's a sincere light sentiment; "someone he actually knows" obviously goes on top of the list regarding people with whom he'd like to be stuck in Hotel Bizarro, but "rough demographic peer" like ,Nagase, is a solid second.]

[dereban]

Same here, [ She nods in reply; she can bow, but there's not much of a point. ] although I wish it were in better circumstances.

[takanome]

Yeah. [He rubs the back of his neck.] I'm guessing Nagase-san doesn't remember the way we got here any better than I do? Just being sick and-- [Snaps! His fingers.] Surprise, it's midnight.