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

[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]

[engineers]

Aw, yours isn't that bad - I wouldn't say that!

[ don't get down on yourself, chandra!!! ]

[astika]

This is why you deserve to be in Hell.

[engineers]

[ SNKSJELKRH HELP

unfortunately this just makes him laugh ]

Haha, probably. [ sounds like someone else he knows ] Mental fortitude is an incredible skill to have!

[astika]

To another [lowly] life form, perhaps.

[engineers]

[ :O ]

But not to yours? Could I ask what form of life forms you're often around?

[astika]

Humans.

[you asked what life forms he's often around, not what he is]

[engineers]

[ head tilt ]

And you aren't one.

[astika]

That much should be obvious.

[ontrend]

Aww, come on, yours isn't that bad.

[astika]

I meant yours. [he probably wasn't even on kuranosuke's but he's decided now that he was.] Given the focus on beauty in your talents, you evidently met your end before you were able to refine them.

[ontrend]

Wow, excuse you! People work really hard to get as good at this sort of thing as I am. You ever been to beauty school?

[astika]

[insult him first and he insults back!! sorry kuranosuke]

I've seen more impressive.

[ontrend]

[KURANOSUKE WAS TRYING TO CONSOLE HIM?]

Cool, you know talented people! Good for you! My makeup skills are still plenty impressive though.

[astika]

[it was an insult to assume he was talking about his own profile!!]

If that's what consoles you.

[ontrend]

Yeah, it does!

[astika]

Good for you, then.

[bookpapers]

You're 5'4''? You seemed taller...

[astika]

[LAVI WHAT DOES THIS MEAN anyway chandra doesn't have a height complex so he just tilts his head.]

So we can conclude from this that you're bad at estimating.

[bookpapers]

[chandra just radiates tall energy,]

Probably because of all the kicking.

[astika]

Sounds like the logic of an idiot.

[bookpapers]

[hehehe]

So why fifteen?

[astika]

Why do you wear an eyepatch?

[bookpapers]

[!! chandra... interested in him.... (he's not)]

For my job.

[astika]

Then my answer is "for my own purposes".

[he just prefers this form.]