week one | arrival

[marriagebroker]

The characters will arrive one by one, in whatever vehicle suits them the best to the front of estate. It's a beautiful estate filled with plants and trees and little ponds and all kinds of little hideaways. But it all cumulates at the main house, where they will be dropped off and greeted by a familiar face who stands outside the house and welcomes them in. They will be able to bring one suitcase with items and clothes as well as their pet(s?).

The main thing to notice when you step into the house though is that cameras are everywhere. Despite the many little hideaways of this house, there's no privacy whatsoever. Oh well!

When everyone is gathered together, the host from earlier will greet everyone with a merry:

"Welcome, my affection seeking friends! This is where you'll be staying the next few weeks. Find a place to settle in and get to know each other! I'll be around, in case you need anything."

He genuinely seems to mean it, at least?! But that seems to be it, he'll slip away in the meantime and leave you all to it.

A few things to note, of course:

• There is only one "bedroom" which is a large room, with a closet full of futons to roll out and use in said room. Sleepover time!


• There is an extra, extra, extra, extra large futon for Messmer.


• In one of the rooms of the estate, there is a lovely piano ready for use. Feel free to ask for more instruments, if you'd like.


• The kitchen is filled with food of all kinds and modern appliances so folks can cook whatever they'd like! There is also a bar in the kitchen, stocked with alcohol.


• In the living room, there is a screen showing everyone's profiles. It is touch screen, so feel free to swipe through!


• There is, of course, a banner in the living room reading 有緣千里來相會 (which, for the keen-eyed, translates to "Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart"). This was definitely written by the host.


• There is a welcome cake.

Boom Boom Room | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

Comments

[ordimame]

[why]

[a twitch in his smile, but it still remains]

Well, if you want to keep roleplaying why you're here, I won't stop you.

[a thumbs up!!!]

But it might make it hard for people to get to know you.

[nrangel]

[ She wrinkles her nose at that, looking a little disturbed by this strange conversation.

She has no idea what he's talking about, but it sounds weird as hell. ]

Ooooookay. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

[ She won't. ]

[ordimame]

[meanwhile Edamura just! keeps! smiling!]

Um, anyway. . .! I'm Edamura Makoto. And you are. . .

[quickly flipping to her profile]

. . . a guns and ammo specialist?

[nrangel]

[ Well, he found her profile, so she figures she doesn't have to give her name now. It saves her the trouble of having to skirt around the usual "nice to meet you"s too. ]

Uh-huh. Just a small part of my job, but something of a hobby on the side too.

[ordimame]

[a dangerous hobby. . . Edamura comes from a country where firearms are only obtainable via the black market so he cannot even fathom it being something someone dabbles with on the side]

How did you get into something like that?

[nrangel]

It's normal where I'm from. Babies are practically born already holding guns, so it makes sense to learn how to modify and repair them.

[ They come from very, very different countries. ]

[ordimame]

[THEY SURE DO]

[though Edamura himself is not unfamiliar with firearms thanks to mutter mumble activities]

Babies? Surely you're exaggerating, right?

[nrangel]

I might be just a little bit.

[ Holding her fingers up to pinch them together (this is to show how little she's exaggerating, not to mock your small pp). ]

[ordimame]

[. . . a huff!!]

Well, you got your point across, at least. Guns aren't nearly as. . . commonplace. . . where I come from.

[usually if someone owns a gun it is very likely they are up to no good]

But I know some countries are way more lax about their rules about firearms. Like in America?

[is she from America]

[nrangel]

Like where?

[ She looks baffled. What the fuck is America? ]

[ordimame]

[. . . oh. right roleplaying]

Nevermind.

What else do you like to do? Besides work with firearms?

[nrangel]

I work for Laterano's Notorial Hall, but... does that even mean anything to you?

[ She's kind of getting the sense that maybe not... ]

I also work part time for a pharmaceutical company.

1/2

[ordimame]

It. . . doesn't. But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear you talk about it.

[even though it may be a part of the game she is playing. . .]

[ordimame]

[. . . perking up when she mentions the pharmaceutical company, though. HE KNOWS WHAT THAT IS!]

Do you work as a scientist?

[nrangel]

[ She hums thoughtfully, not certain how seriously he's taking her right now. ]

More of an engineer personally. I'm not on the actual drug making side of things.

[ordimame]

[SEMI-SERIOUSLY. . .]

Still, that's quite the impressive job. What do you engineer?

[not firearms, certainly]

[nrangel]

[ Well, some, but... ]

The majority of my work these days is with drones.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . ??]

What need does a pharmaceutical company have for drones?

[nrangel]

Oh there's all sorts of ways that company could use them, but the drones are mostly for my first job.

[ordimame]

[. . . IS THE PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANY A FRONT FOR SOMETHING ELSE???]

I see. . . I think?

[. . .]

Do you secretly work for the military?

[EDAMURA]

[nrangel]

[ If she were to describe it in more detail, it sure would sound more and more like that.

The question gets a laugh out of her. ]

I wouldn't say it's that secret, but at the same time my country doesn't exactly have a traditional military, but sure, you could kind of say that. I work for a department that fulfills that duty when necessary, but there's a lot more to it than that.

[ordimame]

[in this very moment he believes that it just might be!!]

More to it. . .? How?

[nrangel]

Almost all citizens are trained in firearm usage, though you do still have to obtain a license in order to keep your weapon. More importantly, rather than a standard military we've got combat trained bureaucrats.

[ A small smile at that description. ]

Sounds way scarier, right?

[ordimame]

[WHAT KIND OF FANTASY WORLD IS THIS. . .]

Yeah, a little. [. . . a small exhale] The kind of world that makes someone tough on the outside.

[nrangel]

[ One that only gets weirder from here. ]

Oh? You think I'm tough looking then? That might be the first time someone's told me that.

[ This 5'2" lady with a literally angelic look. ]