✦ WEEKEND ZERO

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✦ WEEKEND ZERO: PILOT EPISODE

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Good afternoon passengers, and welcome to the marvelous Scylla, heading directly for Napalm Springs... We are expected to arrive in approximately a time... Please enjoy your refreshments and entertainment while we make our way through the coral reef...

And with the startling boom of a foghorn, you awake on the deck of a boat. A superyacht, specifically! This isn't where you just were, but you should've seen this coming, right? Whether it was five minutes ago or five years ago, you signed a contract with a representative who told you they could make your dreams come true. Seems like your contract has activated! The OnlyFruits Media Group has collected each of you to shuttle off to a brand new season of The Vine, a reality show where three teams compete against each other for the chance to have their dearest dreams come true. There's always a twist (what sort of fruit would we be if there wasn't some sort of zest), but... you aren't quite sure what that twist might be just yet. Is that anxiety you're feeling, or are you just seasick? Anyway. When you wake up, you'll find that you are all dressed in dapper formal clothing. What a way to make a first impression! To both you and your... fans, potentially, since you get the sense that you're being watched, even if you're not sure how. If you have personal belongings, you won't find them for now - maybe they got sent ahead to your location already? And yes, this includes pets. Oh no. But there's nothing to be done about it. You might as well enjoy your stay on the Scylla, for now. And maybe meet your future potential teammates and rivals, while you're at it?

YO HO HO HO

In the words of Twerking With the Stars season 15 winner, Smdy Aamberg: You're on a boat! (You're on a boat!) You're on a boat! (You're on a boat!) Everybody look at you 'cause you're sailing on a boat!

It's a little packed on this ship, but for the most part? You're not too crowded. It's made to carry about forty people, so there's enough space to spread out. You can even find little places to be alone, should you so wish. Mostly. Again, you think there might be cameras, but you can't see any of them and even if you could, you wouldn't be able to break them. The main attraction of the ship is the cabin on the deck. Inside the cabin is a fully stocked bar, complete with mixers and garnishes. A fridge with pre-made meals spans across the underside of this bar, and there's enough in there for everybody on board to have at least three meals a day. How does it all fit? Just trust us, it does. If you try to take more than your fair share, you'll get electrocuted by a mysterious force, so maybe don't do that. Or do, if you're into that kind of thing.

There are tables and booths inside the cabin to hang out in, as well as a dance floor smack dab in the middle of the floorspace. There is a disco ball hanging down from the ceiling in the center of the multicolored dancefloor. From nine PM to midnight, this plays in the cabin, so enjoy your clubbing. At least it's not able to be heard outside of the cabin itself, so if you want to sleep, you can do so on the deck. There's a bunch of lounge chairs out there, go wild. Speaking of, aside from the lounge chairs, on the deck is a small pool with a hot tub extension. It's perfect for lazing about with a drink, or getting to know your fellow contestants. And why did we tell you to find a lounge chair to sleep in? Well, unfortunately all of the rooms in the sleeping quarters are locked and cannot be opened by any means, save for one. This room has one king-sized waterbed with a funhouse mirror on the ceiling directly above it, an armchair in the corner, and nothing else. The door to this room does not lock, and is weirdly warm. You can sleep here. Not sure why you'd want to, but you can. And yes, there are bathrooms. Public ones, with stalls and sinks. There is one shower. Keep that in mind. At the very back of the yacht is what appears to be the engine room, or something like it. It's locked, but the sign on the door reads:

YOUR CAPTAIN TODAY IS FLYINGWAY. PLEASE ENJOY YOUR TRIP TO THE ISLAND.

No amount of brute force or wits can break into this room. If you try to get in anyway, do let us know.

Special Delivery!

As a complimentary gift for participating on the Vine Season 69, you receive a small canvas tote bag full of goodies!

✦ A small box containing three mini key lime tarts. ✦ A cute handheld fan with a detachable stand. ✦ A pillow that definitely doesn't look like what you think it is (slightly NSFW). ✦ A book about how to deal with the stress of travel! ✦ A colorful OnlyFruits water bottle. ✦ A pack of sesame biscuits. Not cookies. These are legally and emotionally distinct from cookies. You feel this in your soul.

☰ OOC NOTES

✦ Welcome to your Weekend 0 Mingle! ✦ You currently DO NOT have your home item, any canon outfits, or your game-provided phone. Powers are off. ✦ ICly, profiles are still hidden! We will let you know when you can see them ICly. This also means your character ICly does not know what team they are! ✦ Don't forget to turn in your PCs if you start them! ✦ Have fun, and always feel free to come talk to the mods if you have any issues or comments or anything you want to share!

🔗 FULL NAVIGATION

STATUSES // IC PROFILES // LOCATIONS // MURDER PROPOSALS // CYOA SIGN-UPS // AUDIENCES // CURFEW // PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS // REPORTING // AC & EVENT SUBMISSIONS

Comments

[cleaved]

[ fit check go! for the time we're forced in formal wear, except her tits look even better. her hair is in her usual half-do, nothing special. onwards! ]

I. simple, we're on a boat!!

[ there's some buff, tall lady at the very front of the yacht, peering over the edge to watch the vessel cutting through the water. it looks like she's trying to see exactly where they're heading, but also... trying to comprehend the boat they're on in full. a glance is sent back over her shoulder to where, presumably, there would be a mast on a normal boat, then she looks back forward again.

softly, but with feeling: ] How the hell is this thing getting anywhere..?

II. at your service!

[ apparently rawiyah gave up on understanding modern propulsion of water vessels, and found... the bar! after rubbing her hands together and surveying everything, here she is behind the bar, picking up bottles to read their labels, pouring little shots of unfamiliar liquors and spirits and the like into a glass to taste - no cooties, here, she's not drinking directly from the bottle - before moving on to the next one.

the second she notices someone coming up, she turns, giving a crooked grin as she holds up a vodka bottle. ] Care for a pour? Not of this, if you don't want, but looks like we've got our fair share of options, stuck as we are right now. Kinda makes up for it.

III. nighttime lounging

[ come nightfall, rawiyah has commandeered a bottle of alcohol for herself and is in one of the lounge chairs, using the gifted pillow to prop her head up as she just. reads the book that they were given. at the same time, she's trying to bite off some acrylic nails one by one, and has already lost a couple on each hand. if she seems bothered by anything besides the nails, it's hard to tell. ]

IV. wildcard

[ the ship is so small let us cause chaos. or pc me! ]

II

[becomingpotatoes]

Ah! Sorry, I don't drink. It'd break a law or two -- and stars who break the law won't thrive.

[He won't let his future in showbiz go down because of a scandal that actually breaks the law!]

[cleaved]

[ she raises an eyebrow at the part about it breaking a law or two, but replaces the bottle on its shelf before going to pop open another. ]

What laws are there to break about drinking..?

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[extensiveform]

Do you know a lot about sailing?

[hello, someone wearing a bit too much pink has appeared behind the buff, tall lady. well, he walked there. can't really just 'appear' anywhere. but he does stand there politely.]

I've only been on the kind that flies.

[cleaved]

[ materializing from the void is this adorable twink in this horrible outfit.

rawiyah blinks at what he's wearing, but immediately shrugs it off as she turns to prop her elbows on the railing, shoulders twitching. ]

Grew up in a city that was a major port for the nation of Iria, so. I know enough. What do you mean flies?

i.

[frostythehitman]

...what do you mean?

[cleaved]

[ gestures ]

What's propelling it, if it doesn't have sails? And I definitely don't see any oars out the sides.

ii.

[katzepaw]

[she accidentally speaks and then sees that the guy she's speaking to is currently trying to shove bottles into his coat and didn't expect to be addressed.]

Oh, uh. Hello there. I was just -

[oh he's being electrocuted now. he looks almost relieved.]

[cleaved]

[ what are you doing, sir.

she at least puts the bottle she's holding back where it came from, brow furrowing a bit. ]

You alright there, man?

iii

[abracatdabra]

[ hello there is a cat perched on one of the armrest's of your lounge chair now ]

Need a hand gettin' those off, lass? I doubt they taste any good.

[cleaved]

[ she doesn't look up right away, huffing a little laugh. ]

Not really, honestly. But I'm not used to these kinda things - don't even know if the ladies back home have anything like 'em - so they feel weird. [ and then she looks up. pauses. blinks for a second, more out of a brief moment of familiarity than shock - and then holds out her left hand where she's got most of them still. ] If you want to give it a shot, though, maybe you'll be more deft than me.

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[quantizer]

Those would be much easier to remove with some acetone. [ okay. ] It's too bad there isn't any around. Maybe they'll have some on the island, though?

[cleaved]

Acetone? [ does this exist in soc? even if it did, she probably wouldn't know what it was. ] Maybe. I'm hoping that all of our stuff is going to be at our destination, anyways, so probably there'll be plenty more with it.

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[disdainer]

Hmph. It's hardly impressive. Did you want the actual answer, or are you merely marveling?

[cleaved]

[ there she is ]

I wouldn't mind the actual answer, if you've got one. [ amused and in good stride ] Pretty fast, though, so I'm impressed by that.

ii

[syncer]

[ I will let you decide if he's still wearing his party hat snow. Anyway he comes into the cabin and has a look around, but he stops to stare for a moment. At the bar? At her? At parts of her? Hard to say with his shades on, but he will approach! ]

Vodka'll do in a pinch, but I can't say I'm not curious about what else we have.

[cleaved]

[ the wine rack is just as good as the boob rack, probably. if she notices she doesn't seem to care, and instead replaces the vodka as she grabs another glass to go with the one she's toting around and rinsing out between booze. ]

I've been trying out everything that we've got access to, if you want to join me in doing some shots to taste test. [ wiggles the glass in offer? ]

ii. at your service!

[staghunt]

[ my snooooooooooow. val is meandering in with his empty glass, his fancy outfit deconstructed at this point - leaving the high-necked shirt and gloves, jacket and sash just a pile being held in one arm. he watches her pouring and when he's addressed, raises a brow. ]

You look like you're having fun.

[ dumping his stuff on a seat somewhere and leaning an elbow on the counter. ]

Sure, hit me.

[cleaved]

[ my charrrrr. rawiyah gives him a grin, rinsing out her glass for what feels like the hundredth time already. she's going through the bar with delight, at this point, and is glad to share it with others. ]

Hey, if we're going to be on this whole thing, why not enjoy what we've got?

[ she grabs another glass, tapping her fingers across bottles and then plucking a whiskey off the shelf to pour him a pull. ]

You enjoying the boat so far?

II

[0202]

Alcohol doesn't really affect me, but something sweet would be nice!

[Technically alcohol might affect him now and he doesn't realize it yet, but that's just something fun to find out later!]

[cleaved]

Oh, me neither. [ for other reasons from his. but she sets aside the vodka when he says sweet, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the bottles thoughtfully. ]

Let's see... I think we can go for sweet pretty easily. Fruity? Or... honey-like?

ii

[lactosetolerant]

[He's sort of just...patting the edge of the bar counter as he goes along, glancing over at her with...well, his eyes are sort of just squinting, here.]

...Are you offering a drink? Well. I can't say I wouldn't mind. How very kind of you.

[cleaved]

[ honey. she raises an eyebrow at the patting and squinting, before coming around and... carefully pulling out a chair, giving the seat a pat. ]

Here, take a seat and I'll make something up for you. You doing alright?

ii.

[bawanggong]

[ just straight up takes the bottle from her like yes


yes he would like a pour and then some. ]

Wait, shit what else have they got back here. There’s the cocktail stuff, but there’s gotta be stuff even harder than this somewhere. [ right? right??? please. ]

iii

[famem]

[ She just stares at Rawiyah biting off the acrylic nails in astonishment and mild horror. ]