sea.Di start!

[idolpro]

Who: sea.Di
Where: The sea.Di dorms
When: Day 355

[ You all wake up in bed with your smartphone at your bedside, all of you in your sleepwear, with a message on your phone.

Good morning, newly departed guest stars! You've got new co-stars to meet, a new dorm to explore, and the television in the main room with the "names" of everyone in your unit with flashing empty boxes next to them, waiting for you to each assign yourself a personal color. Or assign them to each other, really, no one's stopping you.

Once you've chosen your color (or, once it's chosen for you), your closets will unlock with 3 sets of beach-ready clothes fitted exactly to your size.

Also, the front door is currently locked. It looks like you actually have no choice but to get to know each other for an hour or two before those open up. ]

Comments

[rottedwood]

[there is a suspicious crash and muffled swearing from one of the rooms. weird.

later on there is a deertaur towering over you, wearing a pajama shirt]

Hammocks, really?

[whatsmytalentagain]

[ It took him a little while to wake up. Everything came rushing back at once, he needed time to collect himself... To remind himself why he even came here, what he took this chance for.

Doesn't help that he's waking up in a creepy bear onesie to find vines growing from the back of his head. Great. He's gonna have to go to the bathroom and find some scissors before those get out of hand...

Then he looks through his phone and sees his profile. ]

Seriously? Who writes this stuff?

[rolebreaker]

[ this guy comes out wearing this and only this. he may have had an option to wear a shirt of some kind over it but... if he did, he clearly opted not to wear it. possibly because of the metal "tail feathers" sprouting out of his back. ... or whatever they are. they look more like chains, really.

despite his uh. loud. article of clothing, he spends some time just... standing back and watching with half-lidded eyes and a resting bitch face. maybe he's just not a morning person.

in any case, after a bit he's heading straight towards the television to punch in some dark color right next to the name "Corviknight".

then he turns towards the nearest person. ]

Next.

[gra2e]

[he opens the door to his room with a slam, marches straight to the front of the line.

and hits black.]

Done.

[mercifulharvest]

[ A woman wearing this steps out into the common room, looking around deep in thought - ]

Ah. Perhaps foolishly, I hadn't expected my eternal reward to be quite like this...

[rolebreaker]

[ the fuck?

where did this guy come from?


was there even a line ]

... glad you're so willing to follow instructions.

[rolebreaker]

[ that's a horse.



okay. ]

Did you fall out? Pick a color.

[rolebreaker]

Does it matter? Pick a color. [ indicating the television screen over there. ]

[rolebreaker]

Unless you're fine with your eternal reward being hell, pick a color.

[gra2e]

My dumbass brothers are here. I don't have time for this color picking, sing-song shit.

So.

If everyone could pick a color, that'd be great. Or I'll pick it for them.

[mercifulharvest]

I have no particular preference for hells or non-hells. I have already chosen a colour, however, so you may direct your ire elsewhere.

[rolebreaker]

[ ... hm. ]

It would be much faster if you picked their colors for them.

[rolebreaker]

[ he glances between her and the television. like he's trying to calculate just when that happened. but okay. ]

I can only assume that everyone received the same message. I don't have much time to waste here, and neither do you.

[rottedwood]

[he did.

he will not be saying so.]

...Green.

[rolebreaker]

... which green? [ staring at him like. there's so many different kinds of greens. ]

[rottedwood]

...I dunno, I'm not a color fanatic? Let me just-

[trots over to the tv :/]

[mercifulharvest]

I have plenty of time, actually. I am most unfortunately expected back home, I believe, and it would be prudent for me to avoid returning to life while my body is still warm, lest my murderers be poised to put me in the grave once more. Not that I can escape the notice of my enemies overlong, but this beast needs only a moment to tear out the beating heart of the rot that has afflicted its hunting grounds.

[rolebreaker]

[ ... do horses know how to operate tvs? ]

[rottedwood]

[just don't say the horse thing aloud honestly

selects a green]

[rolebreaker]

[ ...

...

... ]

If you'd rather stay dead I can arrange that for you.

[rolebreaker]

[ i forgot that he's actually a deer and technically ras would know the difference but we're both running on like 0 hours of actual sleep so whatever

huh ]

So horses can operate machines.

[rottedwood]

--Not a horse!

[rolebreaker]

... Mm. A centaur. [ that's the problem clearly ]

[mercifulharvest]

I do believe I told you to direct your ire elsewhere, did I not? I do have reasons to return to Creation, else I suspect I would not be here. I simply am in no hurry for those who would deny me the blood of the harvest are likely still on guard. However - if you seek a swift return, I have no issue with conveying you to your destination as soon as possible. If I return to life and die once more, I shall simply return for a third time. For as long as my soul carries my memory, I shall fight and die as many times as needed to return light to the land I love so dearly.

[rottedwood]

...I can appreciate that you're getting closer, but.

[points at his antlers.]

Deer.