Week 1 [Day 1-Day 3]

[calloperators]

[After a long stressful day like this has been, maybe you want to curl up in bed and try to sleep this whole thing off, or maybe you stay up all night desperately trying to find a way out of this town. Whether it be asking the cops for help, trying to steal a car, or just simply trying to walk out of town, you will unfortunately find your attempts to escape fruitless.

Even with it being obvious something strange is going on, no one has shown their face yet to even hint that they're the ones behind it. And you have no idea if or when they will.

However, in the very least you have a whole town to explore, and at the start of each day, and the beginning of every night, no matter where you are, you'll suddenly hear a radio crackle to life. Whether this is comforting or unsettling? Well, that's up to you to decide.

Just have a good time and try not think about the letter you got earlier, okay?]

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[ DAY 1 (SUNDAY) || NIGHT 1 (MONDAY) || DAY 2 (TUESDAY) || NIGHT 2 (WEDNESDAY) || DAY 3 (THURSDAY) ]
((OOC: Welcome to Week 1 of Hotline! As you can probably tell by the fact that Day 2 and beyond are frozen, we will have no grace week so we can get right into the murder!

And if you want to investigate the town, you just need to write INVESTIGATION in your header! Have fun ;) ))

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Night 1 (Monday)

[calloperators]

RADIO

[hotlinenpcs]

[As the sun sets, and the music changes once more, the radio crackles to life, in the same, calming dulcet tones.]

Good evening everyone, it looks like the sun has set, leaving us in a nice sheet of coolness to relax you after a hot day. It looks like there's going to be some showers later tonight, so it's a good night to curl up on the couch and fall asleep to the sound of rain.

[knifegf]

convenience store

Hey, come back!

[ she yells as she sprints down the lane of the store, chasing the bodega cat. it's so fast and nimble and she wants to play with it. but then it turns the corner and once she does the same-- ]

Hey!

[ --she crashes right into you. ]

Watch where you're going, I'm trying to... ugh! [ she looks around your shoulder and the cat is gone. ] Damn it. It always gets away from me.

the bar

[ thank god it's night time because someone needs a drink or two. the good thing about dingy bars is that they look like shit and play the same loud music no matter where on earth you are. she sits at the bar counter with a martini and stares at the bartender, whose busy with someone else.

if you stopped by chances are she'll notice you, having been quietly taking note of everyone at the motel who woke up there mysteriously, and will wave you to come over. and if you decide to beckon to her wave, she'll point to beard. ]

Pssst, isn't that the guy from the pizza parlor? And the video store? And the market. [ she grins. ] Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

the bar

[rainblower]

[Pyro tilts their head to the side at the stranger's question, glancing towards the bartender. They didn't come here to drink--obviously, since they can't drink through their mask--but they decided it would be interesting to go explore the places closest to the motel.

They nod slowly--they're actually thinking about lighting something on fire right now, which probably isn't what the stranger is thinking, but maybe she's also thinking about that. And then they can light this guy on fire. But maybe they should ask his permission before lighting him on fire, maybe introduce themselves?]

Wh shhuld say hi.

[knifegf]

Hm. Not what I was thinking. [ but, then again, most people are bad at guessing what she's thinking so she can't really be upset. she shrugs instead and tilts her head over. ] Saying hi works for me though.

[ and so she calls out to beard, trying to nab his attention... but he isn't responding? the music is so loud he may not be able to hear her. that's not how villanelle sees it though and so when she calls out to him ("bartender" -- "beard guy" -- "hey asshole!") to get no response she groans. ]

I think he's ignoring me.

[rainblower]

Hrrrm.

[Pyro taps a gloved finger against the filter of their gas mask, staring pensively at Beard. He seems busy with some other customer--either that, or he just doesn't care right now. Or he's blazed out of his mind.

More importantly, the stranger said she had an idea. So they point a finger at her and ask:]

Whht dhd yuu wnnna du?

[knifegf]

Wanted to ask if he has a twin. Or triplets. [ she props up her chin by fist, held up by her elbow on the counter as she stares at him. ] I want to know if his beard has secrets, and if I can cut it and maybe put it on my chin. Then maybe I can find out why I'm here.

[ mostly she just wants to stop being bored. so bored. ]

npc

[rainblower]

[Pyro tilts their head to the other side, then glances over to Beard. They pull their knees up onto the seat so they can lean forward and tug Beard's sleeve to get his attention.]

Hhllo.

[hotlinenpcs]

[Beard turns to face Pyro in the middle of washing a glass, apparently unconcerned about the fact that his client is wearing a gas mask.]

Oh, hey! Didn't see you over there.

[He glances over at Villanelle, offering a ghost of a smile.]

What can I do for you, ma'am?

[knifegf]

[ her new gas mask friend is very cute indeed. as for the beard, she adjusts her prop up so that her face is held up by both fists balanced on the counter. ]

Do you have any brothers?

[hotlinenpcs]

[Beard continues washing the glass, looking as thoughtful as someone who had just asked him whether he considered a Pop Tart a type of ravioli.]

None that I'm aware about, at least. Do you?

convenience store

[rangerslayer]

[ It's good that she has enough balance that a simple collision doesn't knock her over. Kim's more surprised that this woman's paying her attention... Probably one from the motel, then. ]

Sorry. [ A little evenly, she's very aware that this one crashed into her, but she's not going to start a fight about it. ] It probably doesn't want you to chase it, though... They don't tend to like that.

[knifegf]

[ she stuffs her hands into her coat pockets and frowns. ]

No. Cats love a good chase. They just don't like to be the ones running away. [ oh well, no big deal. she'll find it again later she's sure. then she can play with it until she gets bored. like, right now. her frown flicks to a smile. ] Are you by any chance from the motel?

[rangerslayer]

[ She nods. ] Could you tell by my outfit, or the fact I'm actually looking you in the eyes while we talk?

[knifegf]

I know because I saw you around there earlier. [ her lips quirk up a little. ] You stand-out in a crowd. That's good.

[rangerslayer]

You think? I'm someone who likes to blend in, sometimes. [ What an interesting woman. ] I'm Kimberly. You?

[knifegf]

Oksana.

[ it's not a name she really goes by these days, but still hers. less heard of her than her code. ]

Standing out is good. Makes you memorable. Who doesn't want to be in the center of attention?

[rangerslayer]

Sure, but one thing. Easier to get around, if you don't have everyone looking at you. Easier to find out what's going on in the world.

the bar [cw: smoking]

[worldchampofmartialarts]

[Satan's surprisingly sober for a barfly tonight. Although... it depends a bit on what your definition of "sobriety" is. He may not be drinking, but he's still chomping down on a thick Cuban cigar and blowing more smoke than usual.]

Sure am. ...must be some work ethic he's got to hold down so many jobs at once. Wonder where he finds the time to sleep.

[knifegf]

Maybe he doesn't? Could just be he runs around trying to make a living. [ she tips her glass against her lips to sip, then looks over to satan to get a good look at him in the dark. ] You and him should talk about your facial hair.

[worldchampofmartialarts]

[He gives an unsure look-over at Beard, and then proceeds to commit two faux-pas at once by talking about Beard like he's not right there, while at the same time looking at him instead of Villanelle- who he's actually speaking with.] Ehh, I dunno- doesn't look like somebody that took up bearding out of choice, more like he grew it 'cause he doesn't stop to shave. Like, what do I even have in common with a guy like that? Can't very well talk about my regimen to a fella keeping it au naturel.

[knifegf]

[ good thing villanelle doesn't care for faux-paus at all. she also squints as he explains, not understanding a lick about the world of men's facial hair. ]

And why not? You could give him some tips. Teach him how to reign it in. Share grooming tips, secrets.

[cw: smoking]

[worldchampofmartialarts]

Ha! Suppose you're right, I could always take that shaggy beardo under my wing if I wanted... I'll admit, though, I'm more used to training my apprentices in the ways of hand-to-hand combat than hair care, though I have dabbled some.

...but. That'll have to be for another time. I've got my own reasons to be here. [He says, and refuses to elaborate, instead electing to take another drag and puff some clouds into the ceiling.]

[knifegf]

To smoke and drink?

[ she says light and with no judgment, curious if it's just that simple or something else? ]

[cw: smoking, alcohol]

[worldchampofmartialarts]

Smoking? You bet. [He punctuates the answer with another drag.] ...but I won't be drinking tonight. Wanna keep my head on right and see if I can find somebody again- a stranger, did me a favor here last night. ...figure he might swing back at some point and recognize me. [Although nobody's been recognizing him lately... he gets the feeling this guy might, at least. Even if it's for making a fool of himself. It's all a haze, still, but he can't imagine the exchange went well if he got too drunk to remember most of it.]

...say, uh, totally hypothetical here, but d'you know how to make up for a bad first impression? Anything that'd win someone's respect when you got off on the wrong foot?