( A BEGINNING - WEEK 0 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 42 There's a rush of confusion as you awaken in a place you don't remember. The visuals in front of you don't quite catch up with your brain, as your mind tries to work through the foggy haze enveloping it. You smell cinnamon mixed with the foreign spices. You smell the zest of lemon but also the heartiness of a stew. These smells rouse you awake and with good reason. When you open your eyes, you'll find someone has set you down at a dining chair. Those unfortunate to have woken up with their heads resting on the dinner table might find themselves with mashed potatoes in their hair, or perhaps marinara sauce up their nostrils. Either way, you will soon recognize your current location as a dining hall — only large enough to comfortably fit forty or so individuals. It's fairly dingy, a few lights flicker with a dying glow and there's some dust on the tablecloth. If you gaze around, it looks like you aren't alone. Among the assortment of food in front of you, there are easily at least 41 other people here... The faint sound of a piano carries in the air and a low gurgle of noise sounds behind you. A tall man in a waiter outfit leans forward, his face distorted with — with what? With nothing? It's as if his face never existed. Don't stare too hard, he's only trying to pour you some sweet tea. When everyone is properly awake (and perhaps properly alarmed), there's a sudden buzz of static and you hear a new voice echo over a PA system. "Good morning and welcome to the Innsmouth Motel. You'll forgive me for my absence, I'm overseeing the preparations to assure everything is up to working order. It's been a little bit since we've had so many visitors. Please, enjoy your meals and if you have any questions... hold them until my arrival. You'll find underneath your napkin a key to your rooms. It would be wise to find those that you are sharing a living space with before I get there, I would hate to have to repeat myself." The intercom shuts off and you're left alone. Be it the clamor of confusion and anger or the clanks of knives and forks on the porcelain plates... it looks like you'll have some time until your host shows his face. Though everyone is free to explore the motel, it seems like the fog is too thick in the area around the parking lot to truly permit you to leave. But at least there will be some light reading to be done once you enter your room. Welcome to the arrival mingle, everyone! You may use this to top level, explore and start building that precious CR, but there will be no NPC interaction on this post. That will have to wait until Sunday, when Week 1 will officially begin. Similarly, characters will not learn of their personal roles until Sunday morning. The IC Profiles will not yet be available, but the IC Rulebook can be found in every motel room. If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to send us a PM or PP at yuggoth! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[inventurous]

[ violet is still searching for a different nerd-esque pre-teen boy, but she pauses to watch this kid doing... whatever is he doing. what are you doing, kid. ]

Oh, really? [ #soundsfake but ok ] So, you weren't looking for clues as to our predicament?

[pinesfortruth]

[...... looks away]

I ... Okay, I might have been doing that too. [and then to try to defend himself from his BAD LYING, he hisses] T-That doesn't mean you have to announce it in front of the creepy faceless guys!

[inventurous]

They're just wearing masks. [ ... is she saying that because she believes it, or is she saying it to convince herself. ] They can probably tell what you're doing. You're not being very subtle. Sorry.

[pinesfortruth]

You'd be surprised how oblivious some paranormal creatures can be. [wait, more importantly--] Don't tell me you really think that's a mask? It's completely smooth! There's no string, or holes, or anything!

[inventurous]

There's no such thing as "paranormal creatures", though. [ because if there is then she quits. she's not sure what she quits but she quits!! ] It has to be some kind of special effects, if not a mask. Makeup, or something. People don't just not have faces at all. That's impossible. How would they breathe? Or eat, or drink?

[pinesfortruth]

[he just ... gapes. god, it has been a WHILE since he met a skeptic he is not used to it anymore]

You're telling me none of this seems abnormal to you??? The kidnapping, the ominous and impenetrable fog, the faceless guys, the "host"??? None of that sounds weird to you????

[inventurous]

Sure it's weird, but that doesn't mean it's paranormal. There must be a reasonable, scientific even, explanation.

[ she says it in a sort of reassuring tone. like it's okay kid, there are no monsters under the bed. it's just a guy with a hookhand, which is much more realistic. ]

[pinesfortruth]

Paranormal stuff can be scientific!!! [the tone is actually Offensive. he is not a kid he is a very grown 8 year old. I mean. 12.] The resonable explanation when you're in a haunted motel can absolutely that it's a ghost.

[inventurous]

Paranormal stuff isn't real. [ even more gently?? she feels bad for this deluded 8 year old. ] The reasonable explanation for a haunted motel is probably the age of the building, creating drafts and creaking wood, possibly even small rodents or other animals in crawlspaces like attics or poorly insulated walls.

[pinesfortruth]

[OH MY GOD??? he's so mad] No, I don't think you understand. I've literally met ghosts. I exorcised one into a mirror. Paranormal stuff is real, people just don't want to acknowledge it because it freaks them out!