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1_800_hotline2019-06-09 12:00 pm
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ENDLESS SUMMER NIGHTS [NIGHT 0]

[You awake to the incessant crackle and whine of the radio in your ear. The buzzing neon lights outside bask the walls in a soft glow, casting strange shadows that make the room look like a new dimension of unreality. Despite the fading sunlight, the air remains hot, stuffy, and unbearable, the humidity worming itself into every crack and crevice it can find. It doesn't help that the air conditioner is off. The bed creaks and groans as you shift, and you'd probably get a rash for sleeping under these scratchy sheets for more than a few nights.
The culprit of the noise becomes quickly apparent--an alarm clock with a built in radio on the nightstand. The red digits read 6:13 PM. As you attempt to search for answers, your eyes fall upon a nondescript telephone next to the alarm clock. One of its buttons is flashing red, flickering on and off like a beacon calling out to those adrift at sea.
Despite the confusion, the panic, the fear, your arm is tugged forward towards the phone, as if attached to an invisible string. As you pick up the receiver and hold it to your ear, a robotic voice is heard.]
>You have one (1) new message.
[After a pause, a gruff but enthusiastic voice begins to speak.]
Hey, this is ‘Tom’ from the bakery. Those cupcakes you ordered should be delivered by now. Moving can be tough, so...we threw in some extra stuff for free! A list of ingredients are included--make sure that you read them carefully! Enjoy your stay at the Palms Motel, yeah?
[There’s a click, and the message stops. As you glance around the room, you notice a medium-sized package sitting by the door. The package has been wrapped in brown paper and is otherwise unmarked. If you open it, you’ll find a mask, a weapon, your room key, and a note personally addressed to you. And...oh, there's a slightly squashed chocolate cupcake covered in plastic wrap at the bottom.]
We know who you are. We know what you have done.
There is an opportunity for another chance. Another life. This package provides you with the building blocks necessary to rebuild.
The residents of this motel have committed atrocities far worse than you have. Eliminate them, and you will be rewarded for your actions. Stay alert--prying eyes and ears lurk around every corner, and will not hesitate to stop you at any cost. Evidence is your best friend and worst enemy.
Discretion is of the essence. Failure is not an option. Succeed, and all will be forgiven.
We’ll be watching you.
There is an opportunity for another chance. Another life. This package provides you with the building blocks necessary to rebuild.
The residents of this motel have committed atrocities far worse than you have. Eliminate them, and you will be rewarded for your actions. Stay alert--prying eyes and ears lurk around every corner, and will not hesitate to stop you at any cost. Evidence is your best friend and worst enemy.
Discretion is of the essence. Failure is not an option. Succeed, and all will be forgiven.
We’ll be watching you.
[For some of you, a sense of deja vu might gnaw at the back of your mind as you read the letter, but any attempts of recollection is met with nothing but brain static. If you search your room drawers, you'll find bundles of money totaling three hundred dollars in cash. Besides this, there's not much to indicate why you are here or how you got here.
If you wander outside the motel, you'll notice name plates on several motel room doors--including your own. As you squint down the road, you can see several buildings crowded among each other, palm trees interspersed throughout the scrub--a city. The setting sun glints against the windows, making it almost too bright to look at. Maybe you'll find some answers there, towards civilization and authority. Never mind the fact that, once you get there, the residents seem utterly unhelpful. A few might ogle and comment on your appearance, depending on who you are, but all of them seem more willing to ignore and laugh off your concerns and go about their business.
Strangely enough, no matter what streets you walk, no matter how far you go, you can always hear music playing. Where one radio's sound fades, another crescendos to take its place--whether it be through the tinny speakers of the laundromat to the booming bass that can be heard from the night club two blocks away. The night life waits for no one, not even you.
Try your best to keep up.]
((OOC note: Welcome to 1-800-HOTLINE! At around 6 PM EST, an event will occur that the characters will be able to react to/investigate. Feel free to explore the city and mingle to your hearts content in the meantime.))
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[ alice is a cute name. reminds her of the book, though this alice's curiosity is more about smashing things than falling down a rabbit hole. ]