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

Comments

[fourleafcleaver]

[if a timeline exists where they aren't actively yelling at each other it's a problem, apparently]

What?! The book says I serve food and have good balance, and it says there's a place to charge my phone in the side of your skull and has to specify that it ran out of decent things to say about you!

[jackhole]

[ baaasically. but guess who slaps a hand up to his usb port. YOU WOULDN'T DARE. ]

Well! That's pretty much because I don't have that great a skill set!

[ yep. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

[this actually gets her to shut up for like, a whole couple of seconds]

I mean. I guess it's good that you're self-aware about being totally useless?

[jackhole]

[ just gonna grumble and cross his arms again, sulking in his seat. ]

I'm not useless. I'm just good at ... other things. Hacking, programming, cybernetics. Data mining. Stuff like that. Things that don't matter in places that are consistently trying to kill you.

[ he's talking about pandora but hey, murdertown works too. ]

[fourleafcleaver]

Yawn. I've known people who can do that kinda stuff and beat your ass into the ground. [Despite just saying the word out loud instead of, like, even bothering to fake a yawn, she stretches a little for emphasis.] I'm just saying, no one else's profiles have to specify that the skill set ends there.

[jackhole]

[ just gonna turn away from clover now and slump down in the pew some more! god, whatever!!! who cares!! ]

Ugh, I don't even care. You want to mock me for it? Go ahead but I'm glad I'm not as savage as the rest of you.

[ why are you such an ass, rhys ]