WEEK TWO - MINGLE

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WEEK TWO - MINGLE

SURVIVORS: 18

Has it really been only a week since you found yourself in this place? But just like that, the days have come and gone, and five of your number have been lost. The space seems a little larger, less claustrophobic. By mid-afternoon on Sunday, after the execution, guests will also realise that the hotel is once again pristine thanks to the work of the ever-present faceless and nameless staff members, and the elevators are all in working order again.

Something is peculiar about your rooms, though -- something you may notice after you come back from the execution. Your desks now have a different Polaroid camera on them. This time, each resident gets one with a total of 10 film each. Film for these cameras in particular can be refilled in the gift shop. For Kurama in particular, the camera is larger and built so that he's able to (somewhat) see through the lenses and hit a button with his nose to take the photo. What differentiates these cameras from the ones you received last week is for you to find out.

At precisely 8AM on Monday morning, the fog recedes slightly, allowing just the slightest hint of sunlight to peek through. There is a gentle sea breeze, comfortable weather in every feasible way.

Rise and shine, everyone, it's time to make the day yours, just like the rest of the week. Better enjoy it while it lasts.

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OOC: Welcome to your Week 2 log! There are a couple of new locations you should check out, and any other changes or small events will be marked out in the top-levels below. Murder proposals for this week are due by 12PM EST Monday, and please feel free to submit proposals for later weeks as well if you would like! We will also be running a CYOA event this week - please see the link for more details!

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Comments

[internetsexsymbol]

...ah. He sounds like an asshole.

[That's definitely an understatement.]

This is all just some curses designed to mess with us...it's not really them. I don't think they'd be able to pull more people in at this stage.

You got away from him already, Gershom--try not to let this place trick you into thinking you didn't accomplish that.

[Right. He has to keep remembering it. Be sensible. That's not Gershom's ex, and that's not Mob.]

[downtowndance]

I dunno. The last ghost I met couldn't even tell who was captain of the ship.

But you really think the resort owners are ghosts? Maybe they spied on us?

[downtowndance]

Oh, really? Then do you know how to tell fortunes with them?

[internetsexsymbol]

Mmph--well, normally, yes. I can handle your standard angry spirit pretty easily, but in this case it's just a bandaid on one spot. The real issue is the resort itself. It's evil.

I'd have to dismantle the entire place to get rid of the feeling completely.

...you're a witch, right? You ever deal with people putting curses on stuff?

[catarou]

[ Gentaro shakes his head at Gershom. He's worried; he isn't sure what Gershom saw, obviously, but... ]

... I did the same thing, Gershom. You needn't apologize.

[ And he grabs one of the medium-sized towels, wincing as he presses it to his shoulder. ]

I am not certain, but I was stabbed with a rather substantial piece of glass... Your assessment?

[internetsexsymbol]

They're not human, I can tell you that much. I've seen a lot of supernatural gifts, but time travel? Hell, even dimensional travel judging by some of the people here...

[Oh god, could it be aliens? Was that Kurata girl actually right?]

[downtowndance]

[ In turn, he lowers his heels back to the ground. ]

Oh, I should have guessed. The only thing that competes with your beauty is your professionalism, after all. I'm sure your nice castle isn't even in the running without you in it.

[ Like usual, the flattery flows easily and shamelessly. After another moment of waiting, it's apparently developed enough to elicit a hum of approval from him before Tylor holds it up for her. ]

Why, just look at this enchanting photo.

[catarou]

[ ... Interesting. ]

No, I am afraid I do not recognize it.

[catarou]

The prince part.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Is there something you're craving, Lucas?

[ Read: He's offering to make it. ]

[catarou]

[ Do not perceive him........

But he chuckles softly. ]

Oh? Well, the walls do not seem receptive to my charms, so I would much rather save them for someone who will.

[downtowndance]

Oh, sure. But lots of people aren't human.

[ Sorry, Tylor is heading to Kaeya's room first. This wine is heavy, so he doesn't even consider another order. ]

[catarou]

I hope you will, Gershom.

[ Truly, he does. Gentaro gives him a smile. ]

What else would you like to do? In general, of course.

[internetsexsymbol]

...how many not humans have you met, exactly?

hallucinations cw

[daimakaicho]

[ The visions took a bit of getting used to. As much as one could, at least – even for the great ruler of demonkind, seeing your loved ones sprawled out in varying states of distress wasn't the easiest pill to swallow. There's certain times, early on, where Hild thinks she sees the shape of a man somewhere around, usually backlit and impossible to see anything beyond his silhouette, and it takes all of her willpower to not bolt into the next room. Even if his presence all but confirms that it's all part of the hotel's games, that doesn't make it any less hard to deal with.

But for the most part, she tries to seem non-plussed about the whole thing, even if she's hearing whispers from her daughter, her progenies that she's the reason they ended up maimed and wounded on the floor. She ignores it as best as she can as works in kitchen of the restaurant, her ostentatious outfit swapped out for something a little simpler, as she works on what looks like some kind of pasta dish. ]

Hungry? [ She smiles, tilting her head to the side as she brandishes a ladel in hand. ] It's not poisoned, if you're concerned about that. That's not quite my style.

[ Later, can be found by the pool, swapped into slightly less ostentatious clothing as she sits on the lip, with her legs in the water as she drinks some kind of cocktail. She looks kind of deep in thought, as she occasionally looks over to some seemingly empty spot across the way. ]

Funny, I always imagined seeing you would result in the opposite happening. That would make too much sense, wouldn't it?

[ She chuckles into her cup, before draining it in one go. ]

[downtowndance]

Well, I've never counted.

But Raalgons are Raalgons and there are a lot of them in the universe. There are even some planets with no humans living on them at all.

[daimakaicho]

Well, a bandaid is a start, yes? May as well take care of the symptoms while searching for the underlying condition.

[ When he calls her a witch, she can't help but laugh. ]

A demon, Reigen. You would do well to remember that. [ pause ] And sure, I deal with curses and spells all the time. I'm afraid without my connections, there's little I'm able to do on my own, so the next best thing is for whoever has this place in their grip to release it.

[ Which obviously isn't likely. ]

[internetsexsymbol]

Raal--planets?! They let you in space?!

pool

[catarou]

Oh? A secret vendetta against me? Or perhaps unspoken feelings. What a fascinating way to find out.

[ Sup, Hild. Gentaro approaches and nods to the place beside her. ]

This spot is not taken, I hope.

hallucinations cw

[kinakos]

[ On Thursday, Tsumugi is contained to the mini theater for most of the day. She can be seen scrolling through movies, shifting through them, watching them -- but she's not really watching, because she's anxious. This is just a way for her to stay occupied. If someone approaches, she'll turn her head hurriedly towards them with a little gasp.

Intermittently, however, she can be found at the gift shop grabbing some water. Each time, however, she turns to address the empty space next to her.

Iori-san. Yamato-san. Mitsuki-san. The names are different every time, but the concept is the same. The IDOLiSH7 boys are here in her mind, and she can be seen struggling with herself. Trying not to address the people who can't be here...but also potentially entertaining the thought that they might be.

Finally, things peak during the late afternoon, in which she can be seen at the cafe, crying at an otherwise empty table with an untouched cup of coffee next to her. Her face is buried in her hands and her shoulders hitch every now and then. But approach if you will; she will answer. ]

cafe

[catarou]

[ .... ah.

It's a good thing he's just entering the cafe, isn't it. Gentaro makes a production of entering--he makes an effort to make his footsteps a little heavier. He knows how uncomfortable it is to be perceived, so.... ]

[downtowndance]

Oh, sure they did. It'd be pretty hard to captain the Soyokaze if I wasn't allowed in space.

[daimakaicho]

[ Her gaze turns up to Gentaro, her usual playful grin growing slightly as she leans back. ]

I was hoping you wouldn't find out my feelings for you like this, Rei-chan. I'm so embarrassed.

[ She motions to where he just nodded at. ] Of course not, help yourself. Not interested in swimming, I take it?

[kinakos]

[ She hears footsteps, and she straightens up immediately and furiously rubs at her eyes. She turns around and -- ]

Gentaro-san.

[ No, no. She can't worry him any more than she already has. And yet... ]

I'm sorry, d-do you need something?

special floor!!

[granvelle]

[Arthur, complete with fake tail, has never seen a place quite like this before. A labyrinth of furniture on display, with little guidance or sign of how large this place truly is...

Naturally, he gets lost immediately.

At least he's not alone anymore - Gentaro is easy to spot immediately, and Arthur brightens and waves at him from across a bedroom display.]

Sir Yumeno!

[c:]

[catarou]

Hmm... not so much a need as it is a want. A cup of tea.

[ But now, he has other things to be concerned about. ]

Perhaps you need something, though.