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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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!

[firstandgreatest]

Woah! That's a really good picture of me and Miss Hina! This is so cool! I don't even remember taking this!

[voidshift]

[well, first off, he's going to have to figure out how to use this thing. rynlan holds the phone slightly away from himself, gingerly, like it might suddenly break or explode.]

...it's not steaming, I suppose that's a start.

[failbo]

...there's been more flattering descriptions of me, I guess...

[Filbo says, mouthing everything written on the profile. Well, it's not that it's all untrue, he has to admit, although when he reads the 'unintentional arsonism' he sighs]

[counterclocked]

[quietly, as he reads over his:]

I mean, yeah, but they didn't have to say it...

[armedmascot]

[ obligatory Ye Olde comment

Here's Bucky squinting at his phone and just. Kinda. slippin' and slidin' all over the screen in confusion. ]

What the hell is this? What's a "beek"? What are all these weird...a's-in-circles? Wait, how the hell am I in here?

[ squints a little closer ]

....what's a "DNI"?

[greatvalue]

[JUST. CLOSING HIS FUCKING EYES AT HIS BIO. He has not seen his item yet for reasons.]

What's B-Y-F and D-N-I?

[outsidebones]

[squinting.]

I didn't write this. Who is Dr. Skelebone?

[refate]

[ kon is sitting crisscross applesauce in a beanbag with a little fella in his lap, wearing a jaunty little hat. they are scrolling on the phone together, kon holding it and the fella doing the scrolling.

to whoever comes by: ]

Wow, we're just a motley crew, huh. Most insulting thing in yours? Did you write this at the end of the profile, Yoru?

[psynchronise]

[ well firstly he looks really offended at having to use a cell phone. gross.

and then it looks like he's trying to cover up a couple of parts of his profile with his finger. and then his thumb. ]

Oh come onnnn... I didn't spend years keeping the Big Secrets just for them to get pasted all over Blicker. [ a pause. ] Bwicker. [ another, slightly longer pause. ]

B-i-c-k-e-r.

[cavaliered]

[idly, as she looks over her profile:]

Nice. I was wondering where that ended up.

[toyska]

[...

He can't decide whether or not to be offended because this is making him sound like a bad brother but none of it is technically false]

[engineers]

[ lu bixing looks at his profile

and then makes a startled noise and turns tail to book it off to the dorm bedroom area....?



when he returns, it's a little later, changed out of his jumpsuit and carrying his jacket, which is wrapped around something in his arms. whatever it is is trembling slightly, and if you're close enough, you might hear him mumbling something like "shh, shh, it's okay" to whatever's in it.


it's fine, probably ]

[hardrocklife]

[Zel went straight to his room after meeting the demons and when he comes back, he's in his full mystery man garb, sword and all. Seeing everyone else staring at their phones, he takes his out and (with great effort trying to use the damn thing with stone fingers) takes a look to see what all the buzz is about...

and lets out a heavy sigh.]

Who wrote this?

[astika]

[chandra reads his own first, brow furrowing when he gets to one part, apparently, but overall he doesn't seem to take as much issue with his profile as some others do with theirs.

as he scrolls to read the others—you probably can't see whose profile he's reading right now, but he's just going to mutter out loud,]

Pitiful.

[pours one out for most of the people here who are clearly sad losers]

[preordain]

[ he'll look up from his profile reading. ]

Can you block people?

[eleusinia]

[ while she wrinkles her nose at her bio, it's the double take she does at her header that gets her to visibly react to anything on bicker. ]

—Where did they get those pictures of Pomelia?

[teufelshund]

Hmm, does this mean I'm locked into offering this banana split special for eternity?

[polyglotti]

[After seeing her profile, Tuuri goes right to her room to retrieve a small friend in a party hat. Said small friend is definitely a kitten, about five months old, and doesn't seem to mind riding around on Tuuri's shoulder.

Once she's back, she's scrolling through the phone to look at the profiles.]

These are amazing...And everyone has them? I would have expected something like this to be limited to specific lines of work. It would make transcribing a lot easier, I wouldn't have to do it by hand or have a typewriter.

[She is sending someone the message "Hello!". Who is she sending that to? Who knows, she just clicked on a random profile to do it. It could be you.]

[pathopen]

[It's very empty but he can't argue it at all.]

[onlythans]

[Oh, a tomestone. Great. And profiles of all the assembled, which he really ought to be reading and considering, except that then he finds his own and —

Ah.

And it seems that as soon as it's available, he's decided to take Blue Hawaiian's advice, because he instantly heads off for the dorms; when he returns a little while later, he's definitely not wearing his jumpsuit anymore, his hair is aggressively towel-dried, and he's quite a bit less forthcoming with conversation than he's been, historically.

Leave him alone, it's brooding time now.]

[reignite]

[ the angel is now here, in her cute black frilly open-back dress and yes still no shoes. heck em.

she's busy scrolling quickly past the profiles, squinting at hers. ]

Who the f■■ has access to writing all this sh■■ down?! [ mumbling ] It's missing some things...

[birdeater]

[ He’s for sure read everyone’s profile and it just confirms that they all really do deserve to be in Hell.

That being said: ] This looks like something Dohwa would do.

[ And even if she didn’t (he 100% knows she didn’t) it makes him???? smile??? for the first time he’s been here.

He’s not even denying anything on his profile. For now. ]

[bileygr]

...

[ She looks at her Bicker, amused. ]

I wonder if Shiono wrote this.

King Bileygr, hm...? Bixing will be pleased.