WEEK 1 MINGLE

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As dawn approaches on Monday, the contestants are greeted to a beautiful, sunny day. It's the first full week of their time in the house, and after the rather troubling introduction on Saturday it's hard to know just what to expect

For the first week, the surrounding area seems quiet and peaceful. The weather stays a nice 75 degrees during the day, and it dips down to the 50s at night. Comfortable, and without any real disturbances from nature or house. It's almost as if the whole weekend was just a bad dream, and maybe the actual game won't be as bad as Dazai made it out to me.

However, those rules and profiles are still hanging in the living room, a constant reminder of the warnings that have been given. What will happen now? There haven't been any deaths at this containment site in years, but will that change with these new rules? Only time will tell.

Perhaps it's a good idea to enjoy this first week. Go swimming, watch a movie, or just hang out together and get to know each other better. You never know, this might be the last time to see some of the contestants.


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Comments

[houndumb]

That's how I play this game!

[failsaw]

So what? You expecting me to waste even more of my time yelling at you? Back off.

[houndumb]

Why would I back off?? This is Truth or DARE.

[EMPHASIS ON THE DARE. But also:]

Ugh, I don't even want any truths from you! What the hell is going on with your soul eating, you're a chainsaw!

[failsaw]

What the fuck are you even trying to ask?

[houndumb]

Why does a chainsaw even eat souls, it's like a table eatin' clouds, it makes no damn sense.

[failsaw]

[......]

You might not be the stupidest person I've ever met but you're pretty fuckin' close.

[sorry, Nora, she's kind of stuck on that analogy]

[houndumb]

... MAKE UP YOUR MIND ARE YOU PLAYING OR NOT??!

[WOW?? WHAT'S HER PROBLEM HE MADE 0.1 EFFORT AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM]

[failsaw]

Yeah, yeah I'm playing. I forgot to answer because your analogy was so fuckin' stupid.

Souls are like... they're energy, yeah? Weapons like me, we can take that energy and make ourselves stronger, right?

[houndumb]

It wasn't a stupid analogy, it was s'posed to show how there's no connection at all!!

I thought chainsaws ran on gasoline, anyway, you sound more like a demon in the first place!

[I don't know why he keeps arguing with people about their Truth answers but he's just. Like this.]

[failsaw]

I'm a demon chainsaw, moron!

[houndumb]

Hah?? I never heard anything about this!

[This is definitely news to him, okay.]

[failsaw]

What did you think I was?

[houndumb]

A real weird and freaky chainsaw spirit, obviously. Demons are creatures, not weapons...?

[Granted he's not exactly a normal demon in any sense of the word either so it's not like he has a leg to stand on, but he's definitely still looking for footing here anyway.]

[failsaw]

Everybody's from a different kind of place, yeah? I'm called a demon weapon, but that doesn't mean I'm the same kinda thing as what you're used to.

[houndumb]

Yeah, yeah, so there's just a whole bunch of weirdo demons now.

[He grumbles a little but it's mostly just him being contrarian while he adjusts to the idea. To be fair his idea of demons has had a lot happening to it over the course of the past year or so. It's still kind of messy, though.]

Hmph. I guess there's demons from back home that feed on life energy, too, but I ain't heard of anyone eating souls before either. Doesn't sound good to eat at all??

[failsaw]

More for me then.

[houndumb]

You eat normal food too, though??

[HE'S PRETTY SURE? Also is he going to remind her it's his turn to do a thing in the game, maybe, maybe not.]

[failsaw]

Yeah? That's got nothin' to do with it.

[houndumb]

Souls to power magic or whatever... right...

[That's more of a general grumble to himself, putting things together.

He just shakes it off after a moment.]

Well? Are ya going to keep playing or not.