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WEEK ONE
Welcome to your new home!
That's how the video ends. That's how the entire presentation ends, the one that you've been given with a breakdown of what you're doing here, how to earn your wishes, and most importantly, how to use your phone. They promise you that you will go home in four weeks, and hopefully, you won't go home empty-handed, and that your hard work will pay off. Either way, your actions will undoubtedly make for a satisfying finale, and wonderful ratings week after week!
The price in exchange is, well, your privacy. Cameras will not be monitoring you 24/7 (they can't air super inappropriate content, after all!!!), but enough to capture what could potentially be your best and worst moments on the show. Maybe if you plead hard enough, the producers will be merciful and edit out some of your shame, but for the most part, it's best to be ready for anything.
Which includes your introductory day! How exciting. You arrive at the house on a bright and beautiful Sunday morning, and your arrival happens by waking up in a twin-sized bed. Those phones that you were told about are either right next to you or in your pocket; it buzzes with a very interesting song that's certainly telling you to wake up. It will not stop playing until you are awake.
With the alarm, though, is a notification on the screen: "TOUCH TO OPEN!" Tapping the screen as instructed will give you a set of instructions - though, if you don't open it yourself, it will do it for you after a minute. Those instructions are:
HELLO! WELCOME TO SWEET HOME DAY ONE! :)The kitchen is filled with various snacks. Chips, cookies, cake, blood for vampires – you name it. It's there. It's entirely possible they went a little overboard…but there's something interesting about the snacks. Everything is in a locked transparent case, enticing you to unlock it by how tasty it all looks. How do you unlock it? It's simple, according to the little notes left on the cases. "TO OPEN, INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO SOMEONE IN FRONT OF ME!" The cases are indestructible and will not open until you do this simple task.
PLEASE PROCEED TO THE KITCHEN! FUN REFRESHMENTS AND ACTIVITIES ARE WAITING FOR YOU ALL! YOUR WEEKLY CHALLENGE WILL COME TOMORROW. FOR TODAY, HAVE FUN AND GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER! <3333
Board games are present with some classics like Never Have I Ever prompts, Monopoly, Candyland, you name it!
There's also some music playing in the background on a set of speakers. This is free for you to mess with and shuffle through the modern-day playlist. In fact, pretty much everything in the house is free to tamper with.
Anyone who partakes in at least 2 joint activities with different people (board games, snacking, fighting, dancing, getting up to no good...anything, really) will be rewarded with a complimentary bath bomb on their bed on Monday morning!
Take a look around the house, get to know your housemates (and roommates), and relax on this fine and wonderful Sunday!
OOC Note: The bath bomb reward is not going to be mod-sanctioned, go ahead and just assume your character received one if they interacted with 2 or more people on Sunday ICly.
Also, characters will receive a weekly stipend with enough money for groceries and a few luxury items. You can choose to do whatever you want with this cash, though.
Weekly Challenge
Come Sunday evening, though…that's when the Challenge is issued.
A notification appears on your phone that says "CHALLENGE!! OPEN ME." Doing so will reveal the following instructions:
OOC NOTES: The challenge thread must have a minimum of three comments per character, though I encourage threading beyond that for the sake of cr. I will accept in-progress threads as a completed challenge turn-in. There will be a top level next week for reactions to all the commercials as they play on screen for the characters, but you're free to also thread out reactions if characters stumble into the filming in-person, etc.
A notification appears on your phone that says "CHALLENGE!! OPEN ME." Doing so will reveal the following instructions:
Did we mention that we forgot to get commercials? Oops! For those who don't know, commercials are advertisements for viewers to try and scam people into buying things they don't need. This time, however, you're going to scam people into buying things that they probably need, for the entirely wrong reason!You can film your commercials using your phones, as they are state-of-the-art technology. There are phone stands/tripods/etc. that can be found in your bedroom closets for you to use. Go wild, go ham, be entertaining and have fun!
Your task this week is to film a commercial with at least one other person. You are to take one of the household objects in this house and give it new meaning. That hairbrush over there? Use it, and it'll turn your hair any color, style, and texture that you want it to! Ooh, how about that washcloth? Wiping your face with it will apply makeup to perfectly suit the occasion! Y'know, stuff like that. It's not actually real, but we think it'd be funny, so work with someone and get it done! Remember, your wishes are your rewards, along with some other fun little prizes! :)
Commercials will all be played on everyone's phones AND the big screen TV next week Sunday! Get excited!
OOC NOTES: The challenge thread must have a minimum of three comments per character, though I encourage threading beyond that for the sake of cr. I will accept in-progress threads as a completed challenge turn-in. There will be a top level next week for reactions to all the commercials as they play on screen for the characters, but you're free to also thread out reactions if characters stumble into the filming in-person, etc.
The Rest of the Week
The rest of the week will have a fun little treat for the guests: Cats! That's right, cats will show up to the home periodically every day, asking for food. Feed the cats on demand and they will be satisfied. If you don't and they sense that you are walking away, you will have one unlucky event happen to you at some point during the week. What that is can be something as mundane as spilling coffee on your shirt, to having an accident so bad that you need to go to the clinic. The choice is yours.
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– On Monday, Luocha will have the misfortune of encountering a cat that really has decided it doesn't like him. It will try to bother him in various ways, whether it be attempting to scratch him, pee on him, nibble on his shoes…it will do this every hour for 4 hours today, starting at any given time of the day. It will leave Luocha alone afterwards, though it may still stare him from time to time…like a normal cat would. Maybe he can even try to befriend it…
– On Tuesday, Sakura will have a very specific struggle. The first electric or battery-powered appliance she tries to use simply will not work no matter how hard she tries. Even if she charges the appliance, it will not work. The one way to get it to power on is to ask it nicely. Insulting it will get it to actually move and smack her. Whoops! Time to throw down with some electronics?!
– On Wednesday, Jeanne will wake up to something very strange. There will be vines, leaves, and flowers that have grown all around her bed. It's rather unruly, actually, and inhaling the pollen for too long will make her a little loopy. Drunk, essentially, minus the alcohol. It is possible to get a hangover from this and nursing it will be done the same way it normally would be if alcohol were involved. The greenery will go away by Thursday midnight, but she can also make it go away earlier if she rips them out of the roots. (Which are in the floor. Don't worry about it)
– On Thursday, Avery will find a book on his bed when he wakes up. The book says My Diary. He can write whatever he wants in it, but if he writes something about any of the other residents, the book will drag him to wherever said resident is – in the house OR the town – and read his writings about them outloud, right where the resident can hear it all! Sadly, there is no way to test this out beforehand, as any thoughts that are unrelated to the other residents will be kept confidential. The diary will disappear on Friday at midnight.
– On Friday, Hakuya will gain a voucher, good for one day, for free candy at Sweet-E's! He can get a max of two full bags of whatever candy he wants. The bags are freezer bag-sized. The candy itself looks normal, but eating it will cause something interesting to happen. Hakuya will 1) gain a pair of shades that, if removed, will make another pair of shades to go on his face; 2) his top will turn into the equivalent of a disco ball shirt; and 3) party music will follow him around wherever he goes for the next 2 hours. Congrats, you're the coolest kid on the block!!!
OOC Notes
Welcome to the Week One log of Sweet Home Round 2! I had a lot of fun with this and hope you guys enjoy the game. Some important notes:
- Please do not literally burn down any buildings or property in this game. ICly, if a character tries, the house will immediately put it out via temperature regulation and built-in sprinkler systems. If your character has fire-based powers, they can affect people and objects but will not cause great damage to the overall building. Do not mess with the built-in safety precautions, please. There is an OOC reason for this that I will not disclose and please do not ask me for it; I am serious about shutting down anything that involves this at any point in the game. You will only get a slap on the wrist if it happens after being warned.
- Challenges are due at the end of the week, along with AC! See the AC + Rewards page for more information.
- Gossip Board submissions are essentially a way for your characters to get exposed ICly on any shenanigans they've gotten up to. This is purely on a voluntary basis OOCly. A link to submissions can be found below.
- OOC Plotting for Week One can be. found here! Feel free to reply to that top level with anything you're looking for.
- Feel free to ask any questions in the #mod-questions Discord channel! And please don't hesitate to ping me too so I don't miss it. Thanks!
ASLDFJSD PICKLE ON A STICKLE
He's probably vastly overestimating the effect he'll have on her, or maybe it's just wishful thinking. Either way, he's trying to be a sneaky bastard right now, playing with her emotions again. Preying on her vulnerabilities, just like he was taught to do. Making use of every weakness to gain the upper hand.
He almost trembles as she glowers at him, that heated gaze making him feel warm inside.]
Heh, alright then. Let's take this outside, hmm?
[Grabbing her by the wrist, he drags her to the window facing the back of the house and throws it open before jumping out with her in tow. Better catch him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself!]
THE PICKLE IS THE PRICKLE!!!!!
no, he is estimating right in the ballpark. since she's a little more ready for it this time, his playing around and using her emotions against her as it suits him, she keeps her gaze steady.
less so when she's grabbed by the wrist and pulled to the window. she only trips over her feet a little before righting herself, just in time to be pulled out a window.
oh, okay. outside this way. ]
Vanitas?!
[ as expected, she sure does launch herself after him. in a blink of the eye, sweeping him up into her arms as she lands on a tree or pole or SOMETHING before vaulting them up to the roof. he's still in her arms when they make it up there, carried like a princess. ]
Wh-what in the world...?!
THE PRINCESS AND THE PICKLE
He loves that she's not so gullible or weak as to fall for the same trick twice. He'd be disappointed if that were the case.
Laughing almost maniacally as they plummet towards the ground, he only grins when she does as he hopes and catches him, vaulting to the nearest tree and then to the roof. He looks far too smug and comfortable for one who just leapt out a third story window.]
Heh. Nice work. Thought you could handle it, and you did.
[He really shouldn't be so calm... Maybe she should just drop him on his ass, the idiot.]
Anyway, you ready for our match, or do you wanna do this on the ground?
SHE IS THE PRINCKLE
tempting. very tempting to drop him right on his ass like she did at the bal masque, especially as his lunatic laughter is still ringing in her ears. what happened to WANTING TO LIVE, YOU CRETIN?! her poor heart.
"what if I didn't catch you?!" it sits on her tongue, but she would. she did. of course, she would. just as he anticipated, and she's supposed to NOT be doing that with this whole emotional battle they're having.
... maybe she really should drop him, or he's expecting that, too. ]
Here is fine. I'm ready.
[ with him in her arms. if he annoys her a little too much, she can drop him. strategic bridal carry. ]
TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE PRINCKLE
It would be fair play, honestly. He would deserve a sore ass for being one. At least he's not cackling like a madman at the moment. There is that. HE'S LIVING RIGHT NOW OKAY!! He's such a jerkface.
He did it because he knew he could rely on her. Another carefully calculated move, designed to place him in an ideal position. Although perhaps it won't be one should she opt to drop his ass like a hot potato. At least it won't be on his head like with Noé.]
Heh, alright then.
[He's just gonna... reach up and pull hims closer to her, while simultaneously tugging her down until they're almost nose to nose.]
What do you say, Jeanne...? Wanna make a bet?
HOW I PLUNDER WHAT YOU TINCKLEKSLKGs
yeah. always.
how she squeezes him in her grip is a bit deliberate. for her, it's not mind-reading to know what he's thinking. it's that expression on his face that says "just as planned." well, if she didn't do as he planned, he'd be INJURED. STUPID.
in her own little inner world and battle, her eyes widen and her breath catches from abruptly being pulled down toward his face. she says nothing, at first, gold meeting blue. there is thunder, but no rain, and she belatedly realizes it's her own heart.
with all her practiced and expert restraint, she doesn't turn beet red from how close they are. so close that nothing but vanitas floods her mind. ]
A bet...?
YO HO HO A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME
He makes a quiet squeak of a noise at being gripped harder, but otherwise doesn't respond to being squished a bit. She's right, of course. He is thinking that, and she is right, he would've likely broken something from a fall that high. Dummy.
His lips curve into a smirk as her beautiful golden moons gaze down at him, shining with that warm glow. He doesn't go for the obvious and some might say inevitable conclusion of kissing her, but he does stroke her cheek softly.]
Mmhmm. Whoever wins can ask the other a favor. One they can't refuse.
THAT'S LMFALKJSDGLKS OUR DUET!!!
and he was probably gunning for THAT, too. her blushing. she can't win.
no, she can. he squeaked, too. they're even!! two can play at this game. she'll prove it. hoisting him up just a bit higher and tighter against her so their noses do brush. ]
Fine. I accept your bet. It will be you who will lose, either way.
[ what favor? what does she ask him? HE SAID HE WOULD DO ANYTHING SHE WANTED ANYWAY. this game is rigged. ]
YES HAHA
Or so he thinks, as she hefts him upwards while his eyes go wide and their noses touch and their breath intermingles. It's... a little close? Maybe even too close for him... No! He can do this, too, dammit!
Hang in there, Vanitas--! Time for your A-game.]
Hah! So you think. We'll see about that.
[Yesss, nailed it! Smooth, Vanitas, smooth. A-Anyway, he's just... going to climb out of her arms now. Get onto his feet so he can pace some ways back towards the edge of the roof, placing plenty of space between them before whirling around dramatically, cloak fluttering outwards in theatrical fashion.]
Shall we, then?!
A REMIX.........
... they are close.
what is she thinking????
fortunately, he's climbing out of her arms before she can freak out and bang her forehead into a wall about it. her arms hover midair, uselessly, like she's carrying the ghost of him. maybe she will carry the real ghost of him as it looks like he is going to jump off the building. again. ]
'Shall we' what? What are you doing...?
[ there's a slight waver in her voice, a faint widening of her eyes. she's pretty sure she can catch him again if he's STUPID but seriously. DON'T JUMP. DON'T JUMP AGAIN, VANITAS. ]
B SIDE TRACK
Whew, potential crisis averted! Dignity intact and nobody the wiser!
He can't help laughing at her incredulous look, hands planted on his hips and legs apart as he poses dramatically. Thankfully he is NOT planning to jump off the roof. Even if he can survive a fall from an airship. It would still hurt and suck.]
Weren't we going to have a battle to see who could get the upper hand? Or are you chickening out, Jeanne?
[Teasing her? You betcha.]
D SIDE............
WHY IS HE POSING LIKE THAT?? seeing he's not jumping eases the tension in her face and jaw. though it does not stop her deadpan gaze. ]
The emotional upper hand. As I could easily best you physically.
[ no, she is not chickening out. nor is she rising to his bait. his teasing! at least, not in the way he wants. sh-she thinks. whatever, she strides forward. toward him.
what? he's probably expecting her to dash, so walking it is. measured, full steps. her boots clicking on the roof tiles. her hair fluttering in the wind, so high up. her gaze locked on him and unmoving.
with the distance between them, he can't hear how her heart sprints. good. ]
P SIDE............
That stare seems to only fuel his fevered laugh, maniacal and unhinged. As she strides forward, so too does he, to meet her in the middle.]
Good, good! That's the spirit! You need that kind of attitude to win against me!
[Once they hit the absolute center of the roof, he snatches her by the hands, spinning her around until they're.... dancing?
Yes, yes indeed he's leading them into a waltz. On the rooftop. All the while sweetly humming a tune for them to move to. It's not too fast, nor too slow, but a gentle yet steady motion across the tiles, much like he did with Noé that one night.]
p......PICKLE SIDE
that's a mouthful. she'll stick to calling him vanitas.
with this mouthy doctor, she still doesn't know what to expect at times. he's acting, that much is certain, but what is he hiding by doing so? not one step of hers falters as they approach one another.
they only stagger as the world around her spins. ]
I - huE-eh...?!
[ where did her attitude go? must've jumped off the roof after vanitas didn't. in an instant, by his whim, he changes the atmosphere around them. from this electric pressure to a warm loss of equilibrium. she doesn't know what to do but clumsily follow his steps as her face goes red in a hurry. of all the things she thought he might do?
it wasn't this. humming and gliding them back and forth, just as she danced with lady dominique. very similarly to that, too, she agonizes about stepping on his feet. quick to look down, trying to dodge his toes. ]
W - wait, I'm... I-I really can't dance! Vanitas...!
[ at this rate, he's won. ]
that's the idea! PICKLES ALL THE WAY DOWN
Thankfully Vanitas is practiced in the ways of dance, and knows how to compensate for Jeanne's stumbling. It's not as smooth as he'd like, but what can you do? Gotta go with the flow.]
Hehe...! C'mon, Jeanne, keep up!
[Even though he interrupts his humming to encourage her, he's back at it right after, never missing a beat or step. The whole sky whirls as they spin, clouds circling them and the sun's rays hitting on them, ensuring that no part of them gets too warm. Thankfully there's also a gentle breeze rustling their hair, cooling them down as they move.
He wishes they had proper music, but needs must. His voice will have to do. Even as she glances down and hurries to avoid his feet, he seems to anticipate her steps and smoothly moves out of the way of each one, still getting them to match the rhythm of the tune he's chosen.]
Sure you can. You need only follow me, alright?
[His voice is smooth and sweet, like honey, his touch gentle despite being firm and able to lead.]
itt: sol and mj LOSE THEIR MINDS ABOUT PICKLES
only vanitas would sweep jeanne into some impromptu ballroom dance on the rooftop under the pretense of getting the upper hand. she makes a flustered noise at his encouragement. for being a nimble athlete, dancing may still be beyond her.
it's not just their surroundings that make the moment, either. vanitas did mention he could sing and jeanne listens, rapt with attention by another piece of the vanitas puzzle being solved.
at last, jeanne appears to stop worrying so much about hurting his toes and lets herself be led back and forth. back and forth, to and fro. though she's still unsure of her feet, her steps obey his. defeat doesn't taste as bitter this time around. not when her opponent is so...
currently, so. ]
... Y-you have a lovely singing voice.
WHY? NOBODY KNOWS!!!
Somehow, when it's her, he doesn't mind revealing more of himself. The secret, personal parts that truly make him who he is. So this is something special for them both. really.
Truly this is the best outcome, where they're both winners and there are no losers. Where they both can stand tall and proud and, more importantly, happy. Pity to those whose rooms they're dancing over, though.]
Mmm. Thanks. Maybe I can actually sing for you sometime. [Rather than just hum.
Eventually, the song comes to an end, and he stops, breathing just a little hard.] Heh... I think I win this one.
IT ALL STARTED..... WITH MEAT PICKLE......
d-definitely not love. not love at all, nope. (it's love) ]
W-would you? Really? [ she looks more excited, face brightening, her steps more natural as she stops thinking so hard about them so that, by the end of his waltz, he's not leading so much as they're truly dancing together.
unlike him, she's breathing fine and even smiling a little until he reminds her of their competition.
ah.
SHE FORGOT!!!!!!! no, he can't win. she made all that boastful talk!! it's brief, but she panics, and her face goes red again. then, vanitas will suddenly find himself dropped down. jeanne's hand braces at his lower back, pulling his hips and thighs and stomach up against hers, her hand clutching his and her body leans over.
like so. ]
Not yet.
AND DOWN THE PICKLE PASSAGE WE WENT......
I could, yes. If you'd like. [Even though his expression remains mostly the same, there's decidedly more softness in it as their waltz becomes a true dance of partners. It's all going so splendidly, yet of course he has to ruin the moment. Idiot.
Yet he's completely unprepared for what she does: dipping him low and holding him close at once. The perfectly delicate arch of his back accentuated by her hand splayed against his back. His eyes widen and mouth falls open, leading to a strange, strangled noise escaping his lips. Gradually, a blush creeps up his cheeks, until he's totally red in the face and gawking at her. Point to Jeanne.]
D-Dammit...!
PICKLE PASSAGE IS SO CURSED!!!!!!!
perhaps as lovely as watching vanitas get taken aback, his cheeks going an adorable shade of pink. even that weird noise he made, not too dissimilar from the one she made as he captured her hands and brought her into the dance, is very cute.
both vanitas are good. the one who can lead a waltz with that softer look in his eye, and then the one who gets flustered by being dipped low in her arms. at first, she's smug but then her smile widens so much, to the point that it hurts her cheeks. ]
Hehe. I told you I would not fall for your tricks so easily.
THIS WHOLE THREAD IS IN A PICKLE
They're quite the pair, the two of them. Both squeaking squawkers of the highest order. Noise-makers extraordinaire! The crowds are going to love this, honestly. C'est la vie.
He's almost mad for one, fleeting moment, but as Jeanne's smile grows like a flower, there's no way he can remain so. Instead, warmth blossoms in his own heart, which pounds loudly in his ears until he has to focus hard to hear the words falling from her lips.]
I.. I noticed...
[Struggling to regain some semblance of control, he holds on just a little bit tighter, then adjusts his footing to stand up right and whirl her around, moving into a salsa number. Hope she's ready to keep up!]
NAAAaaaH VANITAS iS IN ONE
it may seem impossible with how enormous her grin already is, but her smile spreads wider at his shaky reply. finally, she got him back. he may have caught her off-guard in the beginning, but she's getting used to him. maybe.
maybe not. as she gasps, being spun around again and pulled
closer than their waltz. even though she practically just plastered their bodies together in that tango-dip, he rolls with it easily. leaving her blushing and wobbly. she cannot MOVE HER HIPS a la salsa because she has never moved her hips in such a way!!!
she tries, dizzy from their proximity that she can feel his slightly labored breath on her throat. but she's also wondering how to get the advantage back. in another whirl of their bodies, she sees her opportunity. the chimney.
gripping his hand more firmly, putting her hand against his waist, she maneuvers them in a mix of the learned waltz and salsa until his back presses into the brick. there, she holds his wrist pinned next to his head. smaller than him, but so much stronger. ]
I won't lose.
[ unless she "lets" him
which
very possible. he offered the same. ]
STICK HIM IN THE PICKLE WIGGLER
She's definitely improving, that much he has to admit. It both delights him and makes him sad, as he does so like flustering her, but this calmer, more brave side of Jeanne is good too, honestly.
It may be that the salsa moves are beyond her at the moment, but somehow or another Vanitas seems to have them down, pat. His all too suggestive hips sway back and forth, back and forth, in time with this newer, faster beat as they move from one side of the roof to the other and back again.
It's all going so well, so smoothly, until she takes the lead and directs them a certain way, and suddenly he finds himself pinned by her against the chimney, breathing hard and face flushed for numerous reasons, not the least of which is the closeness of their bodies.
He finds himself unable to fight, or perhaps simply unwilling to, lips parted to allow his heavy breathing to pass through them.]
J-Jeanne...
[He could keep going, of course. He knows he could. And yet... There's something wonderful about this, about her winning, after seeing her in tears over Chloe. He wants her confidence to keep building. So he doesn't try to break free, instead letting his head tip to one side as he watches her.]
...bite me.
VANITAS U LIL FREAK
like, you know, telling her to bite him. the determined narrowness of her eyes breaks wide and her cheeks go incredibly rosy. ] Wha - [ instantly, burning fills her throat and nearly makes her choke on air. she has to gasp for it, her hand trembling against his.
this could be how vanitas wins because she's fighting with the impulse. it hasn't gone away. it hasn't been cured. he doesn't have to miss her drinking from him quite yet. ]
I - I...
[ if she does, who has the upperhand? does it matter? everything he said earlier about his own blood, hot and thick, roars in her ears with her loud heartbeat. she grips his hand tighter, huffing, trying to resist.
she loses.
right up against the chimney, on the roof, ] Vanitas... [ she buries her face in his throat and open her mouth. biting until his blood floods her mouth. ]
FREAK IN THE SHEETS AND ON THE STREETS
Funny thing is, he's not even saying that because he wants to do so, to win. He merely longs for that now familiar sensation of fangs sinking into his flesh, of blood pouring forth, and her breathing in his ear. A moment of intimacy between them, of trust.]
Well? [He tugs at his shirt, exposing his skin where the vein throbs just below, loudly now as he continues winding down from their dancing. His other hand pets at her hair, encouraging her to lean in, to smell him and his blood, to give in--
And when she does, he smiles, satisfied and calm until she gets in close enough to actually pierce his flesh. At that point he cries out softly, one hand grasping at Jeanne's clothes for support while she feeds from him, both of them lost in pleasure.]
FREAK ON MAIN