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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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 ]

[hellscapes]

[ okay. well. they don't stay sitting long and instead nimbly move out of the way. i hope itto leapt head first into the bean bag? ]

This will be about equivalent to you ramming your head against the walls.

[ this is not the warning they think it is. ]

[firstandgreatest]

HEY, QUIT MOVING!

[ okay im imagining unless these are magical impentrable beanbags, that one is a goner its just split open on his horns and theres beans everywhere




are oni allergic to the beans in bean bags whatever we'll find out soon enough]

And that worked! First it opened up the outside, and now we're here! If I keep at it, we'll totally be out soon!

[hellscapes]

Who would stand there and let themselves get hit?

[ they watch the bean bag beans spill everywhere, adding to the overall mess. ]

If it were up to me, none of you would have been let out at all. Unfortunately, you were only kept behind bars for administrative reasons.

[firstandgreatest]

It ain't about that! I can still kick your ass if you're moving!

[ trying to grab them again ]

That's what they always say! Blah blah, paperwork, blah blah, rap sheet, blah blah overtime-- [ he sneezes. ]

What's in that thing ... ?

[voidshift]

Hopefully we're done with the hysterics. I don't think my ears can stand more of it.

[sometimes... elf ears are bad.]

What is the point of-- hell?

[hellscapes]

I can't imagine they'll stop anytime soon.

[ pictured: itto trying to wrestle them. ]

You died. Much like life, Hell is a continued eternal punishment. A mediocre one.

[voidshift]

I didn't think that we had anything like this. I'd have expected a very different place, punishment or not.

...mediocre in the quality of existence or quality of that punishment? Just so we're clear.

[hellscapes]

[ an incline of the head. ]

Both. That jail cell wasn't even worth being a child's first torture attempt.

[voidshift]

It seems difficult to personalize something containing that many people, but it could have been much worse. Decent news for us, I suppose.

What do we do, then, just... exist in mild suffering and a general sense of malaise?

[birdeater]

[ He’s gravitating in their direction for one reason and one reason alone: it’s far away from everyone. Thank you for being the antisocial NPC. ]

I’m just trying to relax.

[ not a question he’s just… WANTING TO CHILL!!! ]

[hellscapes]

Then I'd suggest you make sure you take both keys to your room. Shared rooms aren't conducive to relaxation.

[ don't encourage locking out roommates? ]

[birdeater]

…

[ He pauses, as if he’s strongly considering it —

Without a doubt, he’s definitely considering it. ]

Since it’s hell it’s not like we have any rules that tell us not to, right?

[hellscapes]

Even if there were, what's the point of following them? You're dead.

[ DON'T ENCOURAGE THIS ]

[birdeater]

And you’re not?

[nascens]

You're putting a target directly on your back when you say things like that.

[Not that he in specific is out here in hysterics, but JUST IN GENERAL...]

[hellscapes]

[ looks at itto ]

It was a warning. You're free to ignore it and live with the consequences.

[nascens]

[ITTO'S JUST OUT HERE TRYING REAL HARD IN SOME DIRECTION...]

What are the consequences? Choking on a mouthful of chair stuffing?

[hellscapes]

That seems to be more of a personal issue.

[ they stop staring at itto ]

But I do have my torture room already set up if you're that interested. I was afraid my limb separator would get rusty.

[nascens]

[HE'S JUST VIOLENTLY FLASHING BACK TO EVERYONE EATING TWINKIES WHICH LOOK LIKE COT STUFFING... Is it a personal issue?? Is it????]

Don't threaten me with a good time. [Said flatly.] Is that all there is, then? Eternal torment, personal demons, endless suffering?

[That's just Life.]

[bookpapers]

[asks a normal question]

Do you like Satan?

[hellscapes]

I've had worse employers.

[bookpapers]

You've ever been to one of his parties?

[hellscapes]

No. I don't do... parties. They've at least been happening less.