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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[takanome]

[He stops and turns his head pretty quickly, though remaining the same significant distance from her and letting her approach. It's actually kind of sad, he thinks, how immediately he knows that Mr. Rickshaw Driver is him. He assumes immediately she's been kidnapped, maybe in the middle of a tea ceremony.]

Yo. You know, I only give rides that don't go into mysterious voids.

[clearasmud]

[ Youko manages to successfully catch up thanks to Takao's courtesy, even as his words lower her spirits. That... probably wasn't something someone who lived here would say, was it?

But gloom won't do anyone any good, so she makes sure to perk up and offer a wry smile. ]

I can't say I blame you - that's a bit above and beyond the call of duty. You can't let demanding customers push you around that far!

But you're not from here either, huh?

[takanome]

It's bad enough that union regulations mean the fare is just beating me at janken.

[He smiles wryly back. There was a time in his life when his "customer's" undefeated janken record seemed like the biggest problem he'd ever had. This first day, outdoors in the snow but after hours of wandering around indoors, that era is just now starting to feel far away. The kidnapping alone is already the scariest thing that has ever happened to Takao - he appreciates, aesthetically, that this woman comes from the same snarky school of thought but is a lot more world-weary and deliberate about coping.]

No, I'm not. [His eyebrows arch in a continued display of sympathy.] It must have been hella uncomfortable coming to, with your obi still all tied up over that bed, huh?