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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((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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[... Maybe he went a little farther than he should've.

Then again, this man had an ego that begged to be deflated.

... Then again, that describes Venkman's own ego on a good day. And given how this guy's reacting-

Oh, goddamnit. He sighs- hard- and rubs the back of his neck.]

If it helps, don't think anyone except me saw you that night. No one was in the halls, no one at the bar except some of the locals- who couldn't give less of a shit about any of us.

That's... the... point!

[The plaque sends an explosion of debris flying as it's torn violently from the door and spiked to the ground like some worthless garbage.]

[Catching his breath, coming down from the burst of rage, he glances over the desecrated plate with downcast eyes, mulling over the facets of himself that both names represented. What they meant to him. What meaning they're supposed to have now that he's in a place far removed from anyone he knew who could provide a purpose for him.]

Last I remember, I was living in a city with my name all over it. Now? Some nowhere podunk town where no one cares, everyone's got something better to do, and I might as well not exist.

[He turns to scream down the halls, away from Venkman, at an entity neither can see.] You happy?! Huh!? Bet you think you're so smart taking everything from me to teach me a lesson 'bout how I don't deserve anything good I got like I'm enough of a dumbass not to know! [His voice starts to take on the distinct waver of an impending sobbing fit that he's desperately fighting back.] Why're you hiding, anyway, huh?! Not gonna give me the satisfaction of knowing who's paying attention to me?! Cowards!

Edited 2019-06-13 12:14 (UTC)

[Venkman watches this freak-out with the impassiveness of someone who either doesn't care, or is seeing way too much of himself in this and is wildly uncomfortable with what it says about him.

He's... not totally sure if Satan is even mad at him anymore. He peers in the direction he's screaming towards, expecting to find someone, but no one's there.

Unless it's a ghost.]

... I get it, man, I do, but screaming in the middle of the hallways isn't gonna help you right now. Let's get you in your room.

No- you don't- I'm- [With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath for a solid few seconds, and exhales a lengthy, strained sigh.] ...hey, I'm the one who said I'd help you- okay. You've done enough. I'm returning the favor, and that's that-

[He turns around and starts wordlessly rifling through his gi for his room keys. Fitting the key in the lock, he stares down the stray stragglers of broken bolts barely clinging to the door. All that really got away from him, huh? Christ. He feels guilt burning at the back of his neck- frantically scratching at it trying to make it leave his system, he attempts to stumble out some kind of apology.]

...th-that was- I'm... I should've- it wasn't-

[Before he can commit to saying anything, he cuts himself off and opens the door.]

...c-come on. Come in.

[Is all he says right before disappearing into the room.]

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