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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[mothercat]

[ Sniff sniff!! ]

Yep, no doubt about it. You smell like a beorc. [ More or less, anyway. He takes a step back and-- ] Oops. I probably should have given you a head's up before doing that. I'm not accustomed to needing to come so close to smell someone, sorry.

[hopefragment]

A... what? What's a beorc supposed to be, anyway? A human?

[Still looking weirded out.]

[mothercat]

[ Rubs his neck for the umpteenth time. ]

Yeah, that's accurate. I don't know if this matters as much since there don't seem to be any other laguz here, but just in case... If you hear someone using the word "human," you should be careful. They don't mean it as a compliment.

[hopefragment]

That's...

[Weird, but okay. It's not the weirdest thing he's seen yet today, so... he guesses he'll buy it.]

Alright. The place you're from must be pretty, uh... different from what I'm used to, then.

[mothercat]

From your reactions, I'd say so. You haven't said much about where you're from or what kind of people are in it though. What kind of place is it?

[hopefragment]

Oh, me?

[He pauses at the question, because it's really never occurred to him that to someone who's literally part cat that where he's from might seem strange.]

I'm from Japan. It's... I don't know how to describe it, it's pretty normal to me. I'm a student of Hope's Peak Academy.

[He says that last bit as if it's supposed to be impressive.]

[mothercat]

A student, huh? [ He sounds sufficiently impressed! School is a little vague though, there are a lot of types that he's aware of. Hope's Peak...

The name doesn't give him much to go on. ] Those names don't ring a bell but I at least know how schools work. And no offense, I wouldn't have guessed you were studying to become a scholar by looking at you. What field are you studying?