1_800_hotline | Week 1 [Day 1-Day 3]

[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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[Oh hey, someone complimenting him on his strength! He perks up at that, managing a genuine smile through all the burning pain in his body.]

Y-yeah, [huff] This, this idn't anything, kid. J-just, your typical, brisk walking speed! Oh lord- L-look, I-I ain't even breaking a sweat yet! [Breaking several sweats, he shakily motions his arm towards the controls.] Watch this.

[He presses the up button once, taking it to 16.1 MPH, and yanks his hand away to make sure that's as high up as it goes.]

S-see! I can... go faster! [He desperately hopes this is impressive enough for her.]

[ ... Unfortunately not. It takes a lot to really impress her. ]

Barely! What about, like... [ She leans over to see the number on the monitor, before moving back to her previous position. ] 16.5? Maybe 17? If that's a brisk walk for you, that should be no problem!

[ She's already taking mental bets with herself as to how long it takes before he eats it. ]

...s-sure... sure thing! Anything, for a f-fan, I... always... say...

[Bracing himself both physically and mentally, he presses the [+0.5] button, getting his rate up to 16.6... he almost gets tripped up from the sudden shift in speed, but he grabs hold of the handlebars for dear life and continues to keep pace. But now he gets to worrying... sure, it's a little over 16.5, but not enough to be 17... is she really gonna settle for that? He gulps- moving one hand at lightning speed to punch in another +0.1 before whipping it right back to his side again. Now he's up to 16.7 MPH! Yeah- if he does this in small enough increments, he can get through! Taking it one step at a time, that's how it's done!]

H-how... [wheeze] how's this?! [He's sweating so much it looks like you could stick a cup under his chin and it'd get filled in under a minute.]

[ In the time it got him to get the speed pumped up, she's hoisted herself so she's sitting on the bars, and is much more focused on filing her nails at the moment.

She looks up after a half a second. ] Oh! Sorry, I got distracted for a second! Can you go higher? I'll make sure that I watch this time, I promise. ♡

[ Hopefully he realizes at some point that she's not going to be satisfied. ]

[Why would she look away from him? Him! The number one martial artist- no, not even that- the biggest athlete in the whole world, keeping up a sprinting pace at (what feels to him like) a marathon length?! What's he doing wrong? Has he been skimping out on training too much, is it that obvious?! Well, he doesn't care about the reason why, the only thing that matters is he's not getting attention and THAT HAS TO CHANGE.]

["No prob, I can break the speed barrier in my sleep!" ...is what he wants to say, but all he DOES manage to get out is a frenzied] I... CAN!!

[He throws caution to the wind. He slams down on the [+1.0] button, grips the handlebars to brace for the speed increase, and promptly tears his hands away from them once it's settled into the full 17.7 MPH. He almost manages to keep pace for a few seconds- keeping himself running right above the edge of the machine! ...until his legs finally give out, and he collapses, getting launched backwards and skidding ass-first on the floor like a skipping stone going nearly 18 MPH.]

[Satan wishes he could've just lost consciousness right there and not have to deal with the physical, emotional, societal, and Spiritual consequences of this blunder, but unfortunately he isn't so lucky. So instead, he says the first thing that comes to mind.]

...tell me I'm good.

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[ Holy shit, he's doing it. She actually watches for the whole few seconds he's upright with an impressed look. However... that instantly falls away as he does. It was a good show while it lasted, at least.

Alice hops off the treadmill she'd climbed on, sort of hovering near to where Satan had skidding off to. She rolls back onto her heels, twirling a piece of her hair. ]

Ehh, it was all right. I've seen a lot better, but I've also seen much worse. But, hey! At least you gave it your best effort!

...thanks, kid. R-remember now: stay in school... don't litter, and buy all my merchandise.

[Satan closes his eyes and goes limp, pretending to pass out so he can escape this conversation. Wow. What profound last words to impart to the future generation. Inspiring greatness in us all as always, Mr. Satan.]

[ If she was in a world where she had a high school yearbook, that'd be her senior quote, for sure.

She can't tell whether he's faking it or not, nor does she care, so Alice just kneels down next to him and starts poking him in the side. Y'know, 'cause that's a smart thing to do after getting someone to fall off a treadmill. ]

Hey, you're not dead, are you? I sure hope not, I don't think I could carry you around without injuring my petite frame.

[He tries to give his usual laugh to assure Alice he's fine, but it just comes out as a. Really disgusting sounding wheeze. Which isn't great.]

Ow. D-don't worry -ow a-about saving me -ow... I'm... ow the hero, ow a-and good folk... never die. ...believe it... Ow.

[The more she keeps poking at his aching body, the more he wishes he could just curl up into a ball and tactically roll away into the horizon, far away from this sole witness of his failure, but alas, he's exhausted to the point that everything feels too heavy to move, like he's under some kind of... increased gravitational pull, or something like that.]

[ Real assuring words, Naruto.

That seems to strike a nerve with her, as she stops poking him. She gives a creepy giggle as she stands back up. ]

Ooooh, so you're a big strong hero type, hmm? Yeah, real encouraging words from someone who caved in to the incessant needling for a cute girl like me.

[ She kicks him in the side lightly. ] Good people die all the time. It's only the people who've enough strength and power to be able to save their sorry selves and do anything about it.

[~~how dare you compare satan to that trickster naruto when he's clearly the rock lee of dbz~~]

[Needless to say he's. Thoroughly Disarmed by Alice's sudden shift in tone, alongside her cutting through his extravagant hero facade... right now he's caught somewhere between thinking "Woah, where'd THIS come from?" and "You know. This day's been bad enough, this might as well be happening, too." ...although he can't think too much on it now, because-]

AUGH, FU-! [While wincing from the kick, he sucks air through his teeth to cut that Particular word short.] U-... uuuuhhh...

...p-pretty jaded for someone your age, a-aren'cha, kid?! I thought I was being reassuring...

[ She laughs again, putting her hands on her hips. ] I prefer to call myself a realist, personally. How else am I supposed to react to someone who talks like you do? You certainly don't need me inflating your ego any more than it already is.

[Satan was almost sure she could already tell he didn't mean a word he said, but admittedly he was getting really into the "inspirational final words" bit himself.] J-joke's on you, 'cause you already gave me a compliment on how fast I could run, so my ego's already been fed today! Game, set, match- [He starts up laughing again until his ribs get a stabbing pain that turns it into screaming.]

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