Week 0

[productions]

Who: Designated Killers and Mastermind
What: Assignments
When: Early Morning, Sunday

[Early this morning, several guests will be awoken before 6 AM by a loud alarm ringing in their room. Lying on their desk will be a telegram, signed The Producer, instructing them to go immediately to the billiards room.

Once they arrive at the billiards room, they will find the door in the back open. They will then be able to proceed into the smoking room, where others await.]

Comments

[teenspirit]

M-maybe they will send us home... [ She doesn't seem to have much hope in that, though. ]

[aozaki]

You should sit down, miss Nevermind. Let's see if they have anything to drink here, I'll try to find you something...

[and Touko'll proceed to do just that, after a final glance that almost looked sympathetic. The girl's cute and it's unfortunate she's stuck like this, but if this is their current reality, then that's what they need to roll with. Adapt or die, to put it simply: she'll keep a passive eye out, but if this princess can't muster up the resolve to help herself, then no one else can in her stead.]

[teenspirit]

[ She sits, but looks a little concerned. ] You needn't be so kind.

[aozaki]

It's fine, really. [She'll calmly respond as she goes over a cabinet. There's alcohol, but hmm, looking for anything like water, juice, or maybe apple cider...] Game or not, this is the sort of thing only adults who are prepared to die and kill should've been picked for. You should take as much leisure time as you can still afford, try sorting your thoughts out as best as you can.

[teenspirit]

I... I know. I should really be stronger. The truth is, I am expected to be something of a soldier, not just a princess. I must become the sort of queen who is able to lead her people into battle, not just lead from the throne. And yet... Maybe I will not be able to endure this... But I must.

[aozaki]

It has nothing to do with strength, don't get confused. You've been kidnapped and caged into a mink-coated prison, then told the second day you're forced to kill people for the entertainment of a faceless mass or risk losing very important things to you. Prizes or not, no one with a normal upstanding life, especially not with the sound of yours, would consider any of this acceptable. You've been forced, that's a plain fact.

[...

there's something heavier in her tone now, but it's subtle.]

Try to keep your head low and avoid being alone. You'll be fine, with any luck.

[teenspirit]

...You're right. [ She looks down in shame. ] I should be focused upon enduring.

[aozaki]

Mm. Keep careful watch about everything that happens around you. You'll have to adapt eventually, but until then, take a backseat and let the rest of us handle the first few weeks.

[it may be twisted and backhanded, but it's close to 'compassion', nevertheless.]