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[sinphony]

[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[fashionable_yapping]

I doubt that. Why don't you slit your own throat and prove it?

[She'd like that very much, actually. Very, very much. It's not as good as her doing it by her own hands, but it's something.]

CW: Throat-slitting

[chiarodiluna]

Very well.

[ He'll remove a dagger from beneath his coat and very cleanly slit his own throat. But there is no blood. Instead, where the injury is, she can see clear through to the back of his neck. Like he's empty. ]

Does that satisfy you?

[pervet]

[ ... Sherbet just watched this.

And he stares. And stares. And stares. Even demons bleed. Even fucking GODS bleed. What! The! Fuck! Are! You!!!!!!!!! ]

[fashionable_yapping]

[She's quiet. Then.]

And you have ways to kill us, too? I'm not gonna ask for a demonstration, or at least I'm not volunteering.

[She's seen all kinds of weird people where she comes from. Including people that don't bleed. Even they could die or at least be ripped into little pieces. But she decides not to risk it. For now.]

[chiarodiluna]

Yes.

[ ...Well his skin is beginning to come back at least? Well. In that the wound is closing up. ]

If you want to live, simply be careful. Or get away with murder.

[fashionable_yapping]

I'm not going to die that easily. Even if you took away my sense of smell, I know how to stay alive.

[chiarodiluna]

Then I genuinely wish you luck.

[fashionable_yapping]

Luck? Luck?! If you truly wished me luck, you wouldn't have thrown me into a deathgame just for your own amusement!

[And she's gonna just start yelling dire and gory threats. If she didn't feel so impotent, she'd actually act on them, but as is, she just keeps yelling in intimate details about the way she'd like to make them suffer.]

[justpure]

... [He can't believe his eyes. The host is not even a robot, like Monokuma or his kubs.] [He's almost like a...] ... What are you?

[chiarodiluna]

We are your hosts.

[ By now the wound is healing. So uh. There's that at least? ]

[justpure]

... [He won't be getting a straight answer, then?]

[chiarodiluna]

[ WELL... ]

[summitdancer]

[What's eveyone freaking out about???

She's just going to continue guessing what you are.]

A fairy then? I know some of those guys don't bleed. It's a part of making they're body out of ether...

[semperperatus]

[WHAT THE--]

Right.

[The Shepard family motto did not prepare him for this WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT JFOGJRIKBEOJHR]

[scleramelani]

[WELL THAT'S A THING.]