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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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...?

[hellscapes]

[ a curious tilt of their head as they examine hunter quite thoroughly. ]

You mean like...the dorm or...actual Hell? I can tell you why you're in actual Hell if you really want.

[counterclocked]

...That phrasing makes me pretty sure I don't want to know!

[a beat]

Is the party thing a joke...?

[armedmascot]

We need "work" done? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[hellscapes]

[ a long pause. and a lazy gesture of their hand. ]

Have you looked at yourself lately?

[armedmascot]

What, you're gonna give me my arm back, then?

[outsidebones]

[harrow definitely wasn't planning to talk to any of the bubbly and excited ones but she's not in control here i am.]

...Yes, thank you. This isn't quite what I imagined hell to be.

[hellscapes]

[ hello to harrow and harrow only. but they lean forward a little, almost conspiratorially like she's keeping some well-kept secrets. ]

Oh~? You can't say something like that without sharing. What did you imagine before this?

[outsidebones]

A vortex of screaming madness filled with the vengeful spirits of the damned gone ravenous with hunger.

That is to say, I did not suspect so much of the torment would be based around providing us disgusting food options and asking us to live in close quarters.

[ontrend]

I think I speak for all of us when I say, "Hey, what the hell?"

[hellscapes]

And I speak for all of us when I say "you're in Hell", so wouldn't that be an answer?

[ontrend]

Okay, yeah, but like... why? I've done a lot of shit but most of it wouldn't even land me in jail, so what am I doing in Hell?

[engineers]

Now that you mention it, this place does feel a little like a vintage school, doesn't it? Like the kind from the old movies.

[ hello friend thank you for the glitter popper that was very cute. ] It does make me wonder what would've happened if we weren't accepted, though...Malibu Sunset, right?

[hellscapes]

It'd be kind of charming if the food wasn't so gross. [ haha. ]

But that's right! If you weren't accepted, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation and you would've rotted away in that cell. Yaaay you.

[engineers]

Well, if you see a problem, we fix it, right? I'm sure there's something we can do to doctor the food up around here.

[ lu bixing gives them a grin that suggests perhaps he will do his best to do this. let's cook hell to being better (no).

the rotting part sounds terrible, though, wow. ] Ah - then, definitely, yay, us. You all were watching us, right? Did you think we'd all make it through?

[anothen]

[ damn, he's frustrated but party poppers are super fun, so his expression softens a bit. ]

Will you be filling us in a little more, lord orange monster? As much as I think we have a fun bunch, I do have matters to attend to back at home... Any guidance would be appreciated after being in the cramped cell for two days.

[hellscapes]

[ they appear a little flummoxed to be addressed as "lord orange monster", but they concede to it. ]

Don't you all? [ dryly, but not unkindly. ] I can try to answer questions since this is a Q&A. What kind of guidance are you hoping for?

[ there's no promise of it being good, but. ]

[anothen]

[ he doesn't know anything about demons so the article was very much meant to be polite ]

How to return? If there are any steps or processes at all. I'll even do... [ grimaces like he's allergic. ] Paperwork.

[bileygr]

Come now, I've been perfectly well-behaved, haven't I?

[ Hello, you. She doesn't seem offput by their whole appearance or height. You're all so fucken tall already. ]

So, it is Hell after all?

[hellscapes]

We didn't have to send you any special gifts, so maybe so! [ eto was not put on the naughty list this weekend. they are extremely tall, but they slouch a little against the wall to adjust for the height. ]

This is Hell. Was it everything you thought it'd be?

[bileygr]

Not at all. I would've expected my afterlife to be either more brimstone, or more of an artistic endless dark. This seems mundane in comparison. Some would say pleasant, but I suspect it'll be the kind of annoying that settles over time with this lot.

[ She really doesn't hold back sometimes. ]

I especially wouldn't have expected a party of all things. Will it be fun? For us, of course. If we're there as showpieces or servants, I don't imagine it'll be so.

[voidshift]

Not exactly what I'd expect to be congratulated for, but I'll take it anyway.

[it's not the cell anymore, so anything is an improvement... he brushes a little confetti off himself, hair tendrils wiggling like they're also shaking it off.]

What kind of work do you think we need?

[hellscapes]

[ they are now openly staring at the hair wiggles. hello. ]

Have you looked in a mirror recently? You're definitely not party-ready.

[voidshift]

The cell fashion wasn't exactly made for it.

[he's still offended about the jumpsuit... but has probably changed by now, at least.]