WEEK 1 MINGLE - KALMIA

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All of the guests awoke in their rooms, just like they had before.

Yesterday had been a day of surprises.
First, they'd finally met the person who had brought them here - the Witch of Dimensions, Yuuko.
Secondly, they'd learned they were going to be playing a horrible game.
And most important, they learned that wishes could be granted if they won this game.🗈

Still, for now, it seemed like there wasn't much to do. Was the Witch already in talks with the 'Murderer'? Was the 'victim' already decided upon?

There was no way to know until some day later this week, apparently.

Still, it wasn't all bad. The island was beautiful and the climate just perfect for beachgoing, or taking a cosy walk in the garden. There were also board and card games which would be produced upon request - and the tv in the Sitting Room - to help ease the boredom of it all.

Though, perhaps the guests would prefer to get to know each other instead? On maybe get into some trouble as they roamed the island.

Despite being told someone will die, it...felt remarkably peaceful. Could one of their own really be able to kill someone?

...Or, maybe...this is just the silence that comes just before a massive storm breaks, and sweeps away everything...

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Comments

[excavated]

I can't say it doesn't, but... it's probably not to the same extent as other people, since I'm used to seeing other versions of people while traveling different worlds.

[cryosurgeon]

Different worlds? So you were... written... to be a multiverse traveler?

[Yeah, this is weird. Erhard deals in scientific and medical fact, but the nature of SCP-6350 and what it does borders on impossible in his mind. Yet here he is, a living being presented with evidence that he and his fellow "6350 instances" are fictional creations brought to life.

Definitely headache-inducing.]

I'm just [a murderer] a doctor.

[excavated]

Yeah. I guess in this world-- no, in the world we were before this, in the Foundation, that would be the case.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard shakes his head slowly. Enough with this, he's starting to disorient himself. Time for a topic change.]

I didn't get to check on everyone when we arrived, things were too chaotic. Did you have any unusual symptoms when you came to? Or any that have started since then or persisted?

[excavated]

As far as I know, the only unusual thing is that I have no access to my magic... but I'm pretty sure that's due to the witch. Other than that, I'm feeling physically fine.

[cryosurgeon]

Same as everyone else, then. I've been hoping for data I can use to determine the nature of the SCP keeping us here, or even if this is all a mass hallucination. So far, no one has any odd symptoms. If that changes, please let me know immediately.

[excavated]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

[cryosurgeon]

[This boy is a fellow agent, and someone trapped in the same situation Erhard is in. He should be polite and introduce himself, right?]

... my name is Doctor Erhard Muller. You said your name is... Syaoran?

[excavated]

It's nice to meet you, Muller-san. And yes, that's right.

[cryosurgeon]

It's... nice to meet you, too.

[The way he says it is almost shy and uncertain, as if he's not used to friendly conversation, but there's definitely no hint of suspicion or hostility in his tone.]

Sorry, I'm not used to small talk. I... I haven't seen many people for the last eight years.

[excavated]

No, it's alright. I'm used to speaking to a lot of people myself so it's easier for me. But I understand that feeling. [ After all, he was kind of trapped in essentially cage for seven years, only able to watch... ]

[cryosurgeon]

[If only they knew how much they had in common in that department.]

Were you an introverted child, too?

[excavated]

A little bit. I didn't really have any close friends until I met Sakura.