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I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.
–H.P. Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep
[It's quiet out in the city. The sun perpetually hangs over the horizon, granting illumination to the cobbled streets even after nighttime. Under any other circumstances, perhaps taking a stroll from the Botanical Gardens back to the motel would have been peaceful — but. Well. That's not really the case here. Not with the murders and trials hanging over everyone's heads, alongside this week's night terrors.

It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]
[i tried to find a good meme about dps but i couldn't so please pretend i made a joke about three hot dps walking into a knife.]
[It's late on Thursday night. What little alcohol could be salvaged from the Lounge has been taken away for this "special" occasion, transported to the Library where both of our protagonists for the night will have a friendly chat. Or, well... As friendly as a chat can be, between a murderer and his next victim.

Now, what conversation is taking place?]
[no one told me where to set this so instead you get this



bruh]
[no one told me where to start this off so instead you get this

]
[It's past curfew. The sun hands lazily over the horizon — always present, always watching. There is a chill in the air, cold enough to send shivers down your spine while numbing your fingertips.

Though Kaiba definitely remembers heading to his room on time, he will suddenly find himself standing in the middle of the Parking Lot. There is (presumably) no one around at this hour, all current survivors adhering to the curfew established in the rulebook.

So, what now?]
[The first thing Marty will notice is the fact that, for some reason or another, he's no longer where he fell asleep last night.

Or, perhaps that won't be the first thing to captivate his attention. Perhaps it'll be the mess of blood in the Lounge — grotesque messages written in blood and a coppery stench filling the air. There is a corpse nearby; Rachel is slumped over in her wheelchair, still and unmoving. In his hand is a knife.

This seems kind of unfortunate.]
[It's 11:00 PM on Thursday night. Most residents have retired to the motel by now, wary of the curfew spoken of in the rulebook — and with good reason. Despite the sun being perpetually visible over the horizon, there are still dangers that lurk during nighttime. Not only these "soulless beasts" mentioned in the menu, but murderers. Killers. Those who would seize the opportunity given to them by this game.

And that's what brings us to this scene, out in the city streets.]
[It's a little over 6:00 AM on Friday morning. Craftly has momentarily returned to his duty of tending to the Front Desk for the time being, verifying paperwork before it's necessary to clear the area for the residents during today's investigation. This is where Omega will find him after she decides to seek him out, and it won't take much for her to convince him to accompany her to the Lounge.

The door has already been unlocked by one of the faceless men, granting them access to the room. Taking a seat by the bar, Monday's gruesome message long since gone, the bartender prepares a margarita for the Innkeeper before waiting for Omega's order. In the meantime, Craftly takes a sip from his glass.]


I would assume this is not an attempt to befriend me, miss.
[There are fifteen minutes left before 7:00 AM. The bedrooms are filled with the hum from the air conditioner units, and the wind has begun to pick up outside. Still — everyone should be safe and sound in their bedrooms, sleep claiming them for yet another hour.

Well... mostly everyone. But close enough, right? Not that it truly matters. This week's sacrifice is still asleep and so are his roommates, and that's the important part.

It's time to get to work, Mira.]