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superhell2023-01-22 11:19 pm
hellscapes) wrote in superhell2023-01-22 11:19 pm
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INTRO WEEKEND - SUNDAY
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.
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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I don't need it, but I want it back.
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Well, tough luck. I don't think you're getting it back anytime soon since you went and died.
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You make it sound like it was my fault.
[kinda he fucked around and found out]
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Was it? [ they just sound curious. ]
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Not really.
[Through the napkin.]
I lost a fight.
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Finally, he sits up, catching the napkin when it falls off. He uses it to wipe his face.]
I don't know. Probably not.
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but they do stand up and kind of shuffle back over to the table, doing something before returning to crouch on the ground again.
there is a crumbly piece of cake on a napkin that they're handing to him. sometimes...a person is so pathetic you decide to lay off on bullying them for five minutes to give them consolation cake. ]
Too bad. If you went to the party and beat Satan in his contest, you might've gotten a do-over.
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A do-over...?
[He takes the cake because he's a nice boy.]
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Yeah. If you get invited to the party and win the drinking contest, you win at life! Or, at least, a life. You get to go back where you came from.
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All you have to do is win the drinking contest...? How do you get invited? [...] What if... you don't have anywhere to go back?
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...you don't have anywhere, or you don't want to?
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Just... curious is all. Like if you didn't have anything to go back to.
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Uh, this is getting a little personal, huh? Maybe we can talk about this another time. [ partially for akira's own sake since why would he not want to win, and partially because cosmopolitan really does seem a little unsure. ]
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Uh… Sure.
[He looks at the cake again and then he
lifts the plate up and uses said plate to spoon the whole piece of cake into his mouth.]
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Good talk.
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He wobbles from the clap, then gives them a weak thumbs up.]
Thanks.
[WITH HIS MOUTH FULL BEFORE HE SWALLOWS. He offers the plate back…]
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[ somehow this has looped around to cosmopolitan giving up on being mean to akira entirely for the time being. ]
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Oh. Okay.
[…]
Wanna share a pizza box?
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[ very glad they're still on the floor, but cosmopolitan flings their arm back, groping around on the table a bit before pulling a box of pizza to the floor for them. good job, everyone. ]
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Unfortunately he starts grabbing and shoving pizza in his mouth so if they want some, they are gonna have to grab-race him.
COMPETITION GO.]
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