week 0 - introduction

[vicedirector]

seven vices introduction ♫ monday At promptly 9AM Monday morning, every television in the hotel turns on. For a moment, static blares loud enough to wake anyone still sleeping, but it quickly fades out into a patternless gray image. After a few seconds of silence, a woman begins speaking. "Good morning. Thank you for waiting so patiently the past two days." Her voice is soft and easy on the ears, albeit a little flat and monotone. "If you would please gather in the chapel within the next half hour, we will be happy to provide you with answers pertaining to the current situation." Anyone not in their rooms will hear the voice echoing throughout the town as if via speaker system, though there are no actual speakers visible. Those who purposefully dawdle and delay going to the chapel will be subjected to their alarm clocks going off until they get up and leave. Upon entering the chapel, everyone will find that candles have been lit, and a small table with various pastries, simple sandwiches, and juices has been set up in front of the altar. More importantly, though, are the 36 booklets placed on the pews. Curiously, they contain photos and profiles of everyone in the town--some with startling details. There are also a few blank pages near the end. After the last person enters, the doors lock. The chapel is tiny, and very much cramped with 36 people inside, though the pews are still numerous enough to accommodate everyone--just barely. But you may as well get comfy, because it won't be another half-hour until someone shows up. >Mingle? This is another open mingle for the beginning of the plot. NPC interaction will come later in the day. setting profiles

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[hopefragment]

Don't laugh! What's a--

[Hang on let him get to her profile. Hopefully there's something to make fun of there.]

...Morphogenetic field supposed to be, anyway?

[Sounds fake.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[The snickering continues and intensifies as he flips through the booklet, and then ceases.]

Nothing important. [SHRUG] I don't know why they even included that.

[hopefragment]

It must be somewhat important if it's mentioned. I mean... it's a skill, right?

[fourleafcleaver]

Then since it mentions that your only skill is not having any, that's important and totally true, too, right?

[Deflecting with sass, mature young lady that she is.]

[hopefragment]

[UGH NOW LISTEN??]

So you're saying your only skill is excellent balance, then? Anyone can have that.

[He sure sounds defensive tho.]

[fourleafcleaver]

N-O-N-E. Apparently not anyone!

[hopefragment]

It's just because I've forgotten mine, okay?! That's what the question marks mean!

[HE HAS A TALENT! And incredibly awesome talent that you're all going to be jealous of once he remembers.]

[fourleafcleaver]

...Youuuu forgot.

You forgot what it is you're good at.

[THAT SOUNDS FAKE BUT OKAY]

[hopefragment]

I know how it sounds, but... I know I'm a Hope's Peak student. Only people with extraordinary talents are accepted there, so whatever mine is...

I've heard that you can lose memories with stress or shock, right? All of this is... pretty shocking, don't you think?

[fourleafcleaver]

I met a guy with amnesia once and he was dumb as a sack of bricks but he still knew what he was good at.

[Okay, no, actually going to be something vaguely resembling serious for once:] "Pretty shocking" is barely a start. But yeah. Is that all you forgot, though?

[hopefragment]

...Yeah. Though I mean, how am I supposed to know if I've forgotten anything else?

[He's forgotten it.]

Unless... hey, do you think you forgot anything? Other than how you got here. You can't remember that either, right?

[fourleafcleaver]

I mean, if you couldn't figure out who you were before all of this, that would be pretty obvious. Or if there was a big gap, like, you didn't know who your parents were at all. Unless you forgot what parents were.

[She makes a kind of dismissive sweeping gesture with one hand that she really should be more careful about when it's so crowded; you're gonna hit someone, Clover.]

I mean, I don't think I forgot anything. Except that. If I had to guess, I'd say we were drugged, though.

[hopefragment]

Yeah, that's the only thing I can think of, too. But if these stupid booklets are telling the truth... there's no way it was easy to gather everyone together. Who the hell has the resources to get... I don't know, space aliens and vikings. With dragons!

[fourleafcleaver]

I mean, days ago I would have called crap on most of the stuff in here, but... [glancing and then gesturing over at the goddamn dragon and the SKELETONS what the FUCK, THOSE THINGS ARE DEFINITELY REAL AND MOVING AROUND]

And there's stuff in here no one should know. None of it makes sense.