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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[princessantly]

[ ... Oh. Alisha instantly looks chagrined-- because that's right, that is rude of her, isn't it? ]

Forgive me... that was careless of me.

[billarious]

Oh I don't care. Saying sorry to me is kind of useless. I was just curious if that's true or not.

[He's just fucking with you, Alisha.]

Age is irrelevant to me, in the grand scheme of things.

[princessantly]

[ Aren't you a brightly-colored asshole?

... said Alisha never. ]

Irrelevant... that's right, it didn't provide an age for you.

[ ... Why? ]

[billarious]

[Something Alisha absolutely should say, or at least be thinking. You're curious though, right? You want to know more about that little fact, don't you?]

Technically I'm ageless. I don't have a number to determine how long I have until I die, so I guess there was no point in putting it down! Either that or they just couldn't figure out what that number is.

[princessantly]

[ It's true, she's thinking it. ]

... You're not human, correct? May I ask what you are?

[billarious]

Bingo. [Good job, you got it right!]

A being of pure energy, meant to visit and inspire brilliant minds. A "muse" as you humans put it.

[princessantly]

They were even able to trap a muse here?? Just what kind of captor--

[ SERIOUSLY, THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS. ]