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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[worldchampofmartialarts]

[His coughing fit starts to wind down, and he starts to feel guilty for yelling at someone who, evidently, is not responsible for him being unable to call home.] S-sorry, I've- [He clears his throat some more, but his voice still sounds hoarse- well, more hoarse than usual.] I've had a rough night- I don't know where I am, nobody knows me, I got a killer headache, and my mouth feels... okay, you know how it is when you wake up thirsty, and your tongue's wet but everything else's dry and it feels like a swamp in there? Yeah, it's like that.

[...]

...a-and no offense to your- line of work, I-I just don't... use these lines. [He pauses a bit.] But it's not 'cause you're a gentleman, so, don't take that to mean you should switch me over to having a lady on the line. This isn't about who's calling, it's about I don't like the anonymity. Like, what if you're a rival combatant that wants to study my weak points? I can't mess with that.

[hotlinenpcs]

[The person on the other end of the line, being named Carl, had been on this world for twenty-four years and spent a solid three of them wondering if he must have made a wrong turn on the path called life. He now maintains the attitude that, perhaps a few years back, he should have probably signed up for that fishing contest and connected with a few other fishing enthusiasts. Maybe now, he could have been out on the open sea, listening to the radio and watching the waves go by instead of dealing with this shouting fellow in a job that barely pays minimum wage.

But this story isn't about Carl. Carl is just another gear in the ineffable machine we like to call the narrative, and a man like him cannot possibly understand his role in the grand scheme of things.

It takes several eternities for the operator to respond.]

No offense, sir, I think you should look into therapy. I'm not equipped to deal with this sort of situation.

[worldchampofmartialarts]

Sorry, but no-can-do, therapy's one of the things you gotta give up the second you take up the spotlight! [he laughs weakly] Besides, I got all I needed from it the first time around-...

[Suddenly realizing he's probably said more about himself than he needs to, he makes a quick egress.]

Uh, b-by that I mean, I never went! And I better hang up before the line starts charging the call! Buh-bye! [He slams the phone down and makes a mad dash out of his room to get to the convenience store.]