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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Comments

[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?

[ontrend]

[reading the profiles...]

Hey, my ideas aren't harebrained!

[refate]

[ thinks about ideas given for the prison break... ]

Well, could be worse.

[ontrend]

I guess so...

What's the worst on yours?

[pathopen]

There's nothing in mine.

[refate]

Is that uh. [ hm ] Is that normal?

[pathopen]

...

I don't know. This is my first time seeing anything like this.

[bookpapers]

[immediately nyooms on over,]

So this is Yoru?

[refate]

Hello! That's me! [ yoru chirps, pushing the phone down so that he can see lavi. ] Yeah, this's Yoru.

[bookpapers]

[me, shrieking: YORUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

lavi, one eye shining, yoru!!! cute!!!]

Hey, so you're a spirit? You look kinda like a robot.

[polyglotti]

[Turri has acquired a cat with a party hat as well! She's holding Kitty as she comes over to peer at what Kon is looking at.]

It's all pretty truthful-

[but as soon as she realizes what her username is she scowls.]

...it's not wrong, but they didn't have to put it that way.

[refate]

That's, uhh... Finnish? What's it mean?

[ he can at least recognize what it is, but not what it says. yoru reaches up with both hands, going kitty!! softly. ]

[polyglotti]

[Kitty is a bit surprised by Yoru, and she's sniffing carefully. Strange machine???

Meanwhile Tuuri is surprised by Kon recognizing the language.]

Yes, it is. It's... well, I guess 'lost soul' would be pretty close to the meaning.

[greatvalue]

[Immediately distracted by the little fella on his lap. So small... The little hat...]

Huh? Oh, uh.

[What was the question again?]

[refate]

[ help, hunter...

both of them look up, and yoru just. beams at him. ] Hello!

[greatvalue]

[



he waves??????]

... Hey.

[cavaliered]

[with a big shrug as she peers down at him]

Most of it is pretty accurate. Who the fuck is Phil Swift, though.

[refate]

[ scrolls to her profile himself, yoru humming tunelessly. ]

Taking amounts of damage that Phil Swift would be amazed by... Maybe the Flex Seal guy? That's the only one I can think of off the top of my head. It's an adhesive used as a kind of fix-all. Could hold your insides in, theoretically.

[cavaliered]

[... okay but yoru is cute, she crouches down to poke the tiny friend.

also, this explanation makes her burst into laughter. she like, barks it out, and then covers her mouth.]

Fuck. That's - okay, all of it is accurate.

[armedmascot]

Easy. The part where it's calling me a "faithful sidekick."

[refate]

What's more offensive, the faithful part or the sidekick part?

[engineers]

Mine isn't too bad.

[ lu bixing is not bothered by his profile, or if he is, he doesn't show it.

however, he does kneel down and hold his hand out to yoru in greeting! ]

Hello, Yoru! [ and then, to kon, eyes sparkling a little - ] Did you program him, Kon?

[refate]

[ looks at lu bixing's profile.

looks at him. ]

You could maybe stand to question some of these, but I dig a lot of these.

Hello, mister! [ yoru chirps back, taking said hand. or, well, a finger. tiny hands. ] I did, yeah. Designed and programmed. He's... sort of reverted a little to his earlier programming, but that could be explained by a few different things in our current situation.

[teufelshund]

Hm...! The cheapskate part, I suppose? There's nothing there that I find terribly objectionable!

[ it's objectionable that some things are there at all, but ]

[refate]

[ looks at name. looks at mephisto. squints an eye for a second while processing johann faust and weaboo. ]

I think your social media crime is being a weaboo with a body pillow in your possession and a loli on your profile header, personally, but to each their own.