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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[stupidly]

[A PAUSE... Where he considers asking something like "are you sure?", but she seems fine enough, so he just nods once in the end and moves right along.]

None of this makes much sense. ...It was the same for you too, right? Waking up here.

[herbgrace]

Yes. [So many people have the same story about waking up.] It has to be a kidnapping, but not the normal sort. [As much as any kidnapping can be normal...]

[stupidly]

[HE'S ALREADY EXHAUSTED. Why do these things happen...]

Nothing about this is normal at all. Did you wake up with one of these, too? [The pendant, which he's holding out.]

[herbgrace]

Yes. [Lithuania lifts hers slightly from where it rests against her chest. Hers has the greed symbol on it.] I don't know what it means, but so far everyone seems to have one.

[stupidly]

And you can't take yours off, either.

[His own is marked with the symbol of envy, and while he doesn't know what they mean, he does notice the difference.]

...It's not the same?

[herbgrace]

[Lithuania nods.] I've seen four different kinds so far. I don't know what they mean, though.

[stupidly]

[WEIRD. Things just keep getting weirder here...]

They can't mean anything good.

[herbgrace]

Probably not. I can't take mine off. [Or, she's sure she could, just--it makes her sick when she tries. And she's tried several times now.]

[stupidly]

Neither can I. Not without feeling— [Scared, kind of, which is just weird.] -unwell.

[herbgrace]

It's the same with me. [It's ominous, really.] There are so many questions, but no answers.

[stupidly]

Someone here has to know what's going on. There isn't any way we could have gotten here without something being behind it.

[...Probably??]

[herbgrace]

Yes, but are they here among us or are they watching from somewhere else? [It's impossible to tell right now, as far as she can tell.]

[stupidly]

It doesn't seem like anyone has been lying...

["Seem". He also knows he's not super great at DETECTING LIARS, but hey, you win some you lose some.]

[herbgrace]

Mm, but if they're wandering around casually they're likely a good liar. [Just to throw some more pessimism in there.]

[stupidly]

[He can't even say "no one's that good at lying" because he's not as optimistic as he'd like to be... Gilbert "pessimism" Nightray here, honestly.]

...If that is the case, they still won't be able to hide it for long. We're here for a reason, aren't we?

[herbgrace]

Yes, we must be. [Her luck might be bad enough to cause a cosmic happenstance like this, but surely thirty-odd other people can't have her sort of luck.] I'm not fond of waiting around in a situation like this, but it might be the best choice.

[stupidly]

At this point, I don't think we have any other choice.

[Not if the abyss at the end of their creepy city just loops back into itself.]

[herbgrace]

It seems like it. [She hates waiting. She's done so much waiting in her life.] At least we have food provided. [Even if it's all breakfast all the time.]

[stupidly]

That's pretty suspicious too, though.

[WHY... AND WHY ONLY BREAKFAST?!]

It seems like they prepared a lot of things for us...

[herbgrace]

Suspicious, yes, but better than them starving us. [Lithuania's been in worse places.] They do seem prepared to keep us here for a while.

[stupidly]

[There's a little hum that isn't quite agreement or disagreement, but she does have a point either way.]

They do... It looks like they even have clothing in our sizes.

[herbgrace]

[Lithuania hadn't actually thought to check the tailoring, but now that she thinks about it...] That's--especially creepy, really.

[stupidly]

I was thinking the same thing.

[Kidnappers that know their 3 sizes, why.]

There can't be any good explanation for something like that...