WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE

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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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Comments

[holeful]

What type of situation is it then, exactly?

[commedia]

A mutual partnership, but Servants are used as tools for the goals of Masters, you see. We are like...familiars, made to follow orders.

[holeful]

Haha... I see. I suppose you and I aren't that different, then.

[What a thing to say.]

[commedia]

Oh?

[Yeah, eyebrows are being raised right now.]

And how is that?

[holeful]

Our functions are the same, now.

[He pauses.]

Though I suppose there's no reason it needs to be like that here.

[commedia]

Our functions...ah. Then are you a tool, too?

[How interesting. Douman bows their head.]

Well, for you, perhaps. But for me...I must carry out my role. No matter what.

[holeful]

Mm. Maybe more like an rat in a cage.
[Rather than a tool.]

Perhaps you should be asking people "would you be my master?" instead.

[commedia]

What a depressing image. You feel trapped...?

[But by what? This place? Being whoever he is?]

Haha. I could! But what happens in the case that multiple people say "yes", mm?

[holeful]

That's an ideal scenario, isn't it? They you have the power of choice... you can follow whoever seems the best.

[Just cooly avoids the first question.]

[commedia]

...

[A light smile.]

Servants don't usually have the power of choice. Its rather a strange concept for a being such as myself. But I suppose you have a point.

[holeful]

Aah. Just because something is how things usually are, that doesn't that mean that has to be how they always are, I think.

[commedia]

You should tell that to yourself about the cage you're trapped in, little rat.

[holeful]

Haha. Well, being here is different. I suppose we're trapped here as well, but in some way, we agreed to be.

[Seems the cage he referred to wasn't this place.]