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

[stupidly]

It definitely looks like—

[And this is probably the point where Cheshire starts leaping into the attempted murder fray, so Break will also probably get the chance to hear his dulcet tones for himself. Ah.]

...It's... That's the same one.

[WITHOUT A DOUBT.]

[crazily]

[ Break's mouth sets into a very thin, very drawn line, but he manages to hold his tongue. Barely. It's really, really difficult for him to hold back the urge to jump into the fray right now, all things considered, but to be fair, it's personal. His grip on his cane is noticeably tighter all the same. ]

Hm. Someone has a particularly bad sense of humor, then. What an assortment~.

[stupidly]

[Okay but what about the part where they can apparently RESURRECT THE DEAD--

Gilbert is quiet for a second, but that's also partially because he's getting ready to jump in in case Break does decide he wants to go a-murderin' early.]

...Outside of that damn cat, there isn't anyone else.

[The "at least" doesn't need to be said.]

[crazily]

[ He breathes out a short sound, but it's very clipped and still clearly displeased. His grip relaxes, and he nods. ]

That's good. I suppose.

[ A pause, and then, ]

...I'm concerned, though. Whoever brought us here is a danger enough, but if they can bring that damn cat, it's a bit of a different worry.

[stupidly]

[They'll sure have to do some reassessing now and he knows it...]

Mm. Maybe she'll explain...

[Except haha no she's too busy DODGING THE SHONEN WHIRLWIND.]