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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[rainblower]

[When they reach the doorway, they push the door open, their gloved hand gripping the wood as they stare unblinkingly at Venkman. Their wheezing sounds like it would be right at home in a slasher flick. They stand still for a few moments, their free hand tightly holding the lighter and spray can.

They silently hold out the spray can and lighter to Venkman. Fire must be shared, after all, and what better way to share it than by arming the people you think are nice?]

[neverstudied]

[Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh-

Oh

Oh?

Venkman slowly lowers his hands, staring at the spray can with a mix of shock and trepidation.]

You're... Giving this to me?

[Once he has confirmation of that, he'll slowly- shakily- reach out a hand to take it.]

... Thanks.

[rainblower]

[They give Venkman a curt nod. The way they see it is that if these people keep leaving them threatening messages, they'll want to eventually hunt them down and make them pay. In the meantime, if someone does try to come by and take Venkman's stuff...he can defend himself.

They then open the door a little wider and gesture for him to come inside. Wanna play with fire with Pyro?]

[neverstudied]

[There's a big part of Venkman that is screaming for him to not go in, because there's no way he'll leave here alive. There's another part that's screaming that he doesn't want to risk upsetting them and incurring their wrath, so he has to go in.

There's another part that, inexplicably, wants to follow them, though trying to examine that feeling leads him nowhere.

Venkman decides to trust that feeling, for now. He closes the door behind him with a soft click, and examines Pyro's collection.]

Are you saving these for later, or do you, uh, have a specific plan for what needs to burn?

[rainblower]

[Pyro continues to attend to their Stuff, moving the beer bottles to the bathroom and shuffling back out again to examine a firestarter. Their attention seems to be scattered, though it's difficult to tell whether this is how they usually are or if panic has caused them to be slightly more unorganized.

They point to the telephone on the side table, the receiver having been unceremoniously dumped onto the ground. A dial tone can be faintly heard.]

[neverstudied]

[... Ah. Everything makes sense now.

Well. Not everything. Venkman's already certain nothing is ever gonna make total sense with Pyro. But-]

Yeah. Yeah, I get it. The phone call fucked me up too, kid.

[Venkman doesn't think they're a kid, but "man" doesn't seem like the accurate choice of word.]

[rainblower]

[Pyro looks at Venkman, then back to the supplies, carefully positioning another lighter by the nozzle of a spray can and duct taping it. After a moment or two, they ask:]

Du yuu wnnt mrre frre?

[They like Venkman, and they don't want him to have his fire taken away by the mean people on the telephone.]

[neverstudied]

Hey, if you're offering, then sure.

[Fire isn't exactly his weapon of choice, but hey. The more options he has to defend himself, the better.]

So- are you building up this arsenal to protect yourself, protect other people, or just so you have plenty of fire stockpiled- just in case?

[rainblower]

[A pause--then, a nod. Yes. To all of those. They lean over and continue to sort through the pile of Stuff on the bed....

--and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a packet of Skittles. Hm. They glance between the two packets before offering them both to Venkman. People like smoking and candy, right?]

[neverstudied]

I don't smoke, but thanks.

[He does take the Skittles, though. When he woke up here, he lost the stash of candy he usually keeps in his clothes pockets- a habit he'd built in college when he'd first befriended Egon. Might as well start building up a collection again.]

[rainblower]

[They tilt their head to the side, then puts the cigarettes in their pocket. They don't smoke--well, they make smoke when they light things on fire--but their lungs are ravaged enough as is. They do like watching the cigarette slowly burn away as it turns to ash, though.

They carefully watch Venkman as he takes the Skittles, then hold out their cupped hands. Give 'em some before you take them all!]

[neverstudied]

[Well, guess he's not stashing these away after all. Venkman would jokingly argue that it's not really giving him something if they immediately ask for some of it back, but he's still absolutely sure he'll die if he gets on Pyro's bad side, so he's not risking it.

He tears open the packet, pours some into Pyro's outstreched hands, and. Kinda waits to see how the fuck they're gonna eat these.]

[rainblower]

[Pyro holds up their hand for Venkman to stay where he is. They turn around so their face can't be seen, and Venkman hears a pop as they pull their gas mask filter from their mask. There's...there's the distinct sound of a vacuum cleaner as they hold their hands up to the filter hole, and then it stops as suddenly as it begins. The filter is promptly refitted, and they turn back around to face Venkman as if nothing had transpired between them.

The Skittles are gone.

Something about that might mean that their mask isn't exactly, ah, fumes-proof anymore. Either way, Pyro just stares at Venkman with what can only be assumed to be a smug aura.

No one will believe him.]

[neverstudied]

[... So Venkman's just gonna take that little scene and lock that away and never speak of it again.]