INTRO WEEKEND - SUNDAY

[hellscapes]

Well hey there! Have you been getting along with your fellow newly dead? Sure hope so! The jail cell's probably starting to feel a little cramped by now, huh? Without a way to tell the time or even guess what day it is, you might be feeling a little stir-crazy. The buffet is starting to run low, the soap is just about gone, and you're likely on the last square of toilet paper. Yikes.

You don't have time to worry about those things though before a faint sound breaks through the chatter of you and your cellmates. It's quiet at first, hard to pinpoint and very far away. It gradually begins to grow louder, and soon you may come to recognize them as church bells.

Without warning, all of the lights go out. Silk-like hands wind around your face, tying a thick piece of fabric over your eyes before you're forced to march forward. Try not to move too fast, lest you bump right into the person ahead of you. You can hear the cell door swinging open, and soon after there's the sound of something like water lapping against a shoreline. You take a few steps forward, but as you come to a stop you feel yourself sway in place briefly before promptly passing out.

Whoops.

When you come to, you're aware you're in another location. A tomato-y smell wafts through the air, and a slight draft blows through the room before a door slams shut behind you. Your blindfolds fall off with ease and you regain control of your limbs just in time to see the lights flickering on and off rather quickly.

"Welcome…to Hell…" a few voices say, tone low and dreary. The lights flicker faster and the voices chant the same mantra in rapid succession before there's suddenly a startled yell. With the rhythm lost, the lights flip back on and a dormitory common room comes into view.

The TV is playing some kind of gardening show with the volume low, and the remote is nowhere to be seen. There's plenty of seating for everyone whether you choose to sit on a couch, a beanbag, or the floor. Of course, if you sit on the floor you run the risk of sitting in a pile of confetti or on a used party popper. How messy. From here you can see the stairwells leading upward, but given the baby gates that have been set up it doesn't seem like you're going to leave anytime soon. Likewise, the front door to leave the dorm all together has been locked. What's your hurry? Stay awhile. Lunch has been provided in the form of lukewarm cafeteria-style pizza with cups of flat soda to wash it down. There's plenty of that for everyone, too. However, it seems like someone beat you to the welcome party; there's a sheet cake sitting on the other end of the table but it's already half-eaten. It doesn't even appear to have been cut into neat slices, so, uh, scoop some up if you want. There's also a life-size cut-out of this dapper gentleman for some reason.

You're probably distracted by what's at the front of the room, however. Standing below the hanging welcome sign are six figures. They might seem a little intimidating given their size in comparison to you, but don't be shy! Each one bears a name tag introducing themselves as your personal demons, eager to please and ready to help...probably.

Okay, fine, that's a stretch. But they do seem to be here to greet you and supply you with a few things. To the demons' left is a table with room keys and cell phones for each of you. Your keys are labeled with your names and room numbers, but you can always check the directories on the walls in case you get lost. Meanwhile, not only can your phones make calls, they already have a few apps on them including a radio, a camera app, and something called Bicker, a social media app where you can share your thoughts about Hell via text, photos or videos. Be sure to check out the profiles of your new mutuals! You won't be able to unfollow anybody for a while, but you can bug them to your heart's content.

Most importantly, to the demons' right is a whiteboard that looks as though it's seen better days given the sheer amount of marked-up scribbles on its surface. There may have been useful information on the board once, but now there's only two messages remaining.

SATAN'S HOUSE PARTY
SEVEN WEEKS AND SIX DAYS FROM TODAY

WELCOME TO HELL
Q&A IS NOW IN SESSION

Welcome to orientation. You're bound to have plenty of questions by now, right? Feel free to mingle and get to know your demons before exploring the dorm. Any attempt to jump the baby gates immediately will end in the gates rising up to block you, but we're sure you'll figure out how to get around those sooner or later.

Hello, happy Sunday! Thanks for playing with us so far. Here's some new notes!

-You are now able to explore the dormitories! Please check the dorm page for information about the building, what's available, and for your rooming assignments.

-You do not have to stay with your assigned dormmate for your whole stay, it's just for fun.

-You do not have to ICly stay for the whole Q&A! If your character would just disappear and try to jump the baby gates, they can do that. They will be stopped on their first attempt but they are free to go after that.

-For anyone talking to the NPCs, please stick with one for now just for mod loads! We will let you know when we are open to you guys tagging more than one.

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Blue Hawaiian

[hellscapes]

[ first to your left as you enter, you'll find a blue demon standing up near the entrance, holding their color-coded cellphone. they seem to be texting and ignoring everyone ... until they suddenly turn off the phone if anyone tries to look too closely and lazily wave in greeting with their free hand. (is that a hand.) ]

Welcome~ Your admissions to Hell have been processed. [ they maybe sound a little too cheerful about that. considering the subject. ] You should go ahead and grab your assigned room keys and take a shower before we pass out from the smell.

[polyglotti]

Oh! Um...thank you?

[It seems right to thank someone who just did a favor like setting up housing, even if they're really tall demons.]

Were you six the ones who communicated with us before? With the words on the ground?

[toyska]

[Okay sure this one looks. Not exactly in charge but at least vaguely more helpful than the one attacking the vending machine]

Thanks. [Not really but being polite doesn't hurt] You're the ones in charge around here, then?

[engineers]

[ the vibe on this one...familiar...

anyway here's lu bixing taking his key so thank you ]

It was a bit cramped in there. Are you guys the one who wrote us that letter? [ a pause, and a smile ] Thanks for your hospitality.

[teufelshund]

I appreciate the unique interpretation!

[onlythans]

Our "admissions" to Hell, hm? Which one? I'm given to understand there are seven.

[THANCRED.]

And what's this about a house party?

[armedmascot]

[ whistles ]

So, this is really it? Hell confirmed? We're all dead and went to jail in hell?

[bookpapers]

Thanks.

[I GUESS?? he'll go over to grab his room key... and come back.]

Is this how everyone sent to hell shows up?

Midori

[hellscapes]

[ a dark green demon is currently...kicking the vending machine. repeatedly. and to no avail. ]

Give me my stupid drink! Who taught you how to vend? You're not vending and that's your only job!

[ they do not seem embarrassed to be caught doing this and when they notice anyone looking at them they just stare back. ]

What.

[preordain]

[ i see. ]

Having trouble?

[cavaliered]

[don't what her she's coming to help. she also kicks the vending machine.]

[greatvalue]

[he

kicks the other side of the vending machine? helping.]

[psynchronise]

What.

[ he is just. watching this. and the machine actually. ]

[reignite]

Just shake it, you ■■ ■■.

[ nope, still mad. ]

[bileygr]

[ Greens stick together. Sort of. ]

You've got awfully long hands. Couldn't you reach in through the flap and take what you please?

Cosmopolitan

[hellscapes]

[ the tallest and most purple demon does not seem to notice anyone approaching at first. they are more focused on shoving a stack of three pizza slices straight into their mouth. they chew, and suddenly: ]

What, no more pepperoni? This isn't pizza at all! [ and they throw their plate to the side. they do finally take notice then, turning to whoever's approached them. ] Hey, you! Are you going to eat yours?

[pathopen]

[He has his but he hasn't bitten it yet.]

Do you want it?

[forefall]

[ here, have her pizza and the flat soda that goes with it. ]

Is all you need.... this pepperoni, before you start answering questions?

[tearduct]

[He pushes an entire single slice of pizza straight into his mouth pointedly.]

[hardrocklife]

[Well, Zelgadis doesn't care much for this pizza, so he'll offer his tray, holding it far away from himself.]

So was I right in supposing the lot of you are demons?

[astika]

[chandra just grabbed a tray to see what the fuck they're feeding everyone but he shoves it over.]

Are you not responsible for the food options here?

Bloody Mary

[hellscapes]

[ there is a distinct lack of color on the demon sitting stiffly on a bean bag far away from everyone. they seem to give an aura of judgment despite being surrounded by leftover confetti. ]

Please save the hysterics for my cohorts. They're far better equipped to indulge temper tantrums.

[ their tone is more deadpan than annoyed, though. perhaps it's a joke and you should go ahead and have a temper tantrum! or just ask a normal question. ]

[firstandgreatest]

[ arataki "i aint reading all that" itto immediately leaps into action to try and wrestle this bitch to the ground because i thought itd be funniest to have a temper tantrum here ]

Malibu Sunset

[hellscapes]

[ there's an orange demon leaning against the wall, arms folded over their chest and head tilted while they seem to examine the room at large. after a brief moment, they pull on a party popper and make it explode in another shower of glitter and confetti. ]

Congratulations on your acceptance to Hell! [ they sound bubbly and excited, almost as if the prospect of newbies is the best thing to happen to them. ] Aw, don't be mad. Keeping you under lock and key was for your own good, you know? Especially when a lot of you still need a lot of work done.

[counterclocked]

[as he watches the confetti rain down...]

Uh, about that - can I ask why I'm here...?

Rosé

[hellscapes]

[ the cutest and pinkest of the demons is sprawled across a couch, watching tv. they're taking up enough seats for three people, and their legs are kicked up over the arm-rest, making the path beside the couch that much more inconvenient to pass through. if you get between them and the screen they wave an arm at you in irritation. ]

Uh, excuse you. We can have our Q&A without you blocking my view.

[ move it! sit down somewhere! not on this couch, it's occupied, but like...the floor is right there. ]

[bookpapers]

-- Whoop, sorry.

[he..... maneuvers around to stand awkwardly next to the couch]

What are you watching?

PROFILE REACTIONS

[hellscapes]

[Now that you all have Bicker access, check out your profiles and mock each other mercilessly.]

[ontrend]

[scrolling... scrolling...]

Huh... who knew Satan was a party boy?

[upon seeing any of the others - ]

Hey, cute selfie!

[upon getting to item: clara]

—whoa, what the hell?! Tsukimi's gonna kill me!