WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE
POPULATION: 37
There's the soft, chiming ding of an elevator as you slowly grow conscious. You remember the sound of a voice whispering in your ear, and then a very gentle, easy darkness as you fell asleep.
Then the elevator jolts, and you promptly ram into some of the thirty or so other people also waking up from their nap. Time to trample people on your way out! Be careful not to rip your flattering outfit with light up furry ears of an animal of your choice. On this elevator there are a total of 10 buttons and they're all lit up! But they don't work. A shame. The elevator doesn't go anywhere else.
In any case, once you exit the elevator, you'll find that you have a decently wide area to explore. There doesn't seem to be any sort of exit to the outside world, but that's okay. You didn't want to leave without what you came for, right? Besides, it's wonderful here: the temperature is perfect, every surface is as soft as clouds, and the atmosphere is so, so inviting. The base itself is low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, and there's a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. It would be comforting if you didn't feel like you were being watched every time you walk along the hallways.
But hey, don't worry about that! Maybe you should be more concerned with the phone in your pocket! The phones have a few functions, as well as a low pixel camera. Pictures are in black and white, so no brightly colored selfies for you. Oh, and while you're taking those selfies, you might notice the symbol of your Avatar tattooed and glowing faintly on the back of your hand. Hope you're fine with impromptu body mods.
Eventually during your wandering, you'll find your room with roommates included! On the floor of your room, there is a big gift box with your name on it. Upon opening it, you will be absolutely obliterated with glittery confetti. But once you manage to get past that, the gift box contains the following:
✦ your item from home
✦ a pair of boxer-briefs labeled "ball hammock"
✦ a stress ball that looks suspiciously like a boob
✦ a rainbow bath bomb
✦ a Polaroid camera with 10 instant film
✦ a frozen steak in a vacuum-sealed pouch
✦ a blue and pink dual flashlight; one end has a normal white bulb, and one end has a blacklight bulb
✦ a tiny crown
Welcome to your new home. Take some time to look around, talk to your fellow indulgers. All of you can see each other's symbols on the back of your hands - maybe it'll strike up a conversation. After all, there's no better way to get to know each other than talking about your sins on the first date!
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[Well. This person is extremely hard to miss, coming off of the elevator.]
[For one, the height. Having to bend down slightly to exit, the person in question is incredibly tall with long two-toned hair, black parts curling like ferns, the other parts flowing like waves. The next is...well, the body. The Ariana Grande outfit isn't exactly ill-fitting - in fact, they pull it off fairly well - but the fact is, their body is quite muscular. Broad shoulders, taut abs, well-defined legs in high heels - this isn't exactly the body of some shrinking violet. Which is strange, given that, if you're looking over at them, the man lifts up a hand, clawed fingernails colored a vivid green, to cover their mouth, looking away almost demurely. One can see the symbol of Envy on the back of their hand.]
Mmm. Its rude to stare, you know...
[Also, enjoy the two-toned colored cat ears. Nya.]
b. a servant's work is never done
[Later, the man known as Ashiya Douman can be found to have changed back into a set of vivid colored robes, to spare you all from having to look at clown tits again. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, Douman approaches...and then gives a polite bow as greeting.]
I apologize. I need to ask you something. It might seem strange, but...
[And a pause. The tone of their voice is rather serious.]
Are you...my Master?
[Hm?]
c. alcohol time
[Ah, and here's a certain jester at the bar. Douman seems to be perusing the selection with an interested eye, before turning to whoever approaches.]
Ah, what do you recommend? I'm not one for drinking, so I don't know where to start...
d: WILDCARD
[Open for anything! Holler at me over at vampirize on plurk or on discord. I will be slow because I have a class tonight and the mornings of the weekend, but I'll tag back when I can. Douman's gender is listed as Unknown in the game, so feel free to use any pronouns you would like! I use he/they myself intermittently but will just match what you use!]
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Sorry, what does that mean?
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[A little sagging of the shoulders, like in disappointment.]
Well, I am a Servant. And as the title suggests, I must find one to serve. Usually I would know who I'm summoned by, but in this case...well, I'm a bit lost.
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That depends. What's the reason to drink? Just to try it?
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You know...I guess its for the novelty of it, yes!
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Luca, however, is not closing his eyes, because he has a Type and Douman fits it to a T and the outfit isn't helping with his gay internal screaming at all. That comment is actually appropriate because Luca is definitely staring at them up until they say something.]
...Ah.
[He glances away, looking embarrassed.]
My apologies. It wasn't my intent to be rude.
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...Its quite alright. Don't worry. [And then a light nod - they smile, as if to themselves.] I'm just not used to the attention, honestly...
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Uh, what the fuck?
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[Well, that's certainly a reaction. Douman blinks.]
Did you not hear the question? I apologize if I spoke too quietly...
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c
Are you sure you should be drinking? Having more might be unhealthy.
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Childe's also back in his own clothes, which are much less eye-catching. Hey, at least Douman's not naked. He gets an apologetic smile.]
Sorry, I can't say that I am. [But like, he could be, if Douman wants? Sure.] Are you searching for someone in particular?
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but he's so excited
to see this clown in particular]
You - oh, uh? No?
[in response to the master question but - BUT!!!]
But you're Ashiya Douman, right?! Like for real?! With the onmyoudo and everything!
[oh no]
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b!
ANYWAY TWO CLOWNS COLLIDE. Mahito does not know a politeness and has never known one in his entire cursed life, so he just continues to stand there, head cocked to the side with some amount of pale curiosity. Polite greetings are for nerds and also jingle jesters, apparently!!]
Eh? That sounds pretty important, you know. Shouldn't you already know what they look like? Did you hit your head on the way here or something...?
[An amnesiac clown.......]
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[ There's no hesitation in her answer. She flashes a victory sign. ]
ara i hate you
i couldn't resist i'm sorry
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Hm? No, I don't think so. But...
[He holds up his hand, which also has the Envy symbol on it.]
It seems like we're on the same team, at least?
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b!
Sir.]
Not my kink.
[Bluntly.]
Also not interested?
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[the tone of her voice makes it pretty obvious that she's just teasing, though!]
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c.
[Helpful!]
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Whoa—a real life M? Um, don't you have to agree to some kind of contract before getting into that kind of relationship?
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[???]
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which makes the question all the more surprising]
Commentary: How ironic. Here I was about to ask you the same question, meatbag.
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b. jingles warily
That would depend on a lot of factors. I think I'd recognise you if I was, though.
[ limbo your everything. ]
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Who said I was staring?
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