Zenith : In Character → Threads, Logs, Events

Who: Chase [Narrative]
What: The Anxious Adventures of Chase Hawthorne!
Where: Wandering town, then to the library
When: Noonish to Night

( Episode 3: Day One bites the dust )

Who: Lennon [Narrative]
When: early afternoon
Where: his third floor room
Warnings: mentions of unsavory bodily functions, language

( who the fuck did I go home with that lives in a place like this? )

Who: Marco, Rhett
When: Late in the morning
Where: On/around the stairs.
Status: Complete

Marco's tongue felt like sandpaper, and that was his first thought upon waking. It wasn't a new sensation, but it was unpleasant all the same. The idea was there to get up and get some water to fix his dry mouth, but moving was complicated, and the idea was put on hold as he considered spending the rest of the day in bed, and giving up on the idea of food and drink completely. He didn't move for a while, just let himself slowly get used to the idea of moving.

There was still a needle in his arm. Marco could feel it without opening his eyes, and carefully reached to remove it, but his limbs felt like they were filled with cement. Was he still coming down from his high? He'd woken up groggy before, of course, but this morning was rough. He felt like he'd been asleep for days.

( Shit. Maybe he'd overdosed again. )

Who: Chase [Narrative]
What: The Anxious Adventures of Chase Hawthorne!
Where: in town
When: Late morning

( Episode 2: Welcome to Mount Zenith )

Who: Kiley & Reginald
Where: Ground floor/Kitchen
When: Morning

Like the others waking in the mansion, Kiley felt groggy and disoriented from the IV that had pumped through her body what she could only assume were sedatives. It was instinctual to freak out and yank the IV out of her arm the moment she saw it. Panic had a way of making a person irrational. Blood began to ooze into the crook of her arm and she grabbed the edge of her blanket without thinking, pressing it against the tiny mark until the blood slowed. She was already sore and figured she would have a nice bruise there in a few hours.

It took her much longer to get moving than she would have liked. Her muscles hurt, her brain felt foggy, and the ID bracelet deeming her a subject had her imagining all of the horror movies she had watched in the past of unsuspecting people being kidnapped and then tortured, or hunted for sport. A multitude of gruesome deaths awaiting at the hands of madmen, or cannibals or mad scientists. At least she had woken up in one piece in a comfortable bed. Better than in a tub full of ice with her kidneys missing!

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Who: Chase [Narrative]
What: "Nope"ing the hell out.
Where: His Room/Outside the mansion
When: Morning

( You go that way. I'll go home. )

Who: Jack and [Open]
What: Waking up is hard to do
Where: Third Floor
When: Morning

Whatever dream Jack had been having completely vanished from his mind once consciousness slowly began to creep in. His first thought before he even opened his eyes, though he couldn't even begin to explain where it had come from, was the tune to "Rocket Man", though he couldn't quite put together the lyrics. He'd had that problem at the bar too, but that was likely due to all the shots he'd consumed by the time he'd taken the karaoke stage. Closely following that was attempt to recall exactly how much he'd had to drink the night before. A lot. Mostly tequila. Never a good plan.

Even the dim light of the room was oppressive as blinked his eyes open, grunting at the effort as his gaze attempted to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. So far it seemed as if someone had decorated the room in an attractive shade of "blurry as fuck", but that was starting to improve. It was hardly the first time he'd woken up in a place he didn't recognize, and he wasn't all that bothered by it as he attempted to pull the heavy, dull weight of his body up into a sitting position. Nice room, which generally equated to some well-off hottie who was likely trying to fight her hangover with a few good cups of coffee by now.

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Who: Ariel and open
Where: Her room, common area
When: 8:40ish am
What: The shitteth hath hitteth the fan... eth


Ariel's favorite mornings were the ones that started with a slow wake up where she could just laze about in bed for an hour or two until hunger chased her out of it. So when awareness began to creep back to her and bring with it the sensations of warmth and comfort, it was long-established habit for her to tuck the thick duvet under her chin, roll over, and attempt to go right back to sleep. For about two minutes, until slight, unfamiliar discomforts began to register - a tugging pain in her arm when she'd rolled, body aches, the unaccustomed sensation of being clothed while sleeping (something that usually didn't even happen unless she was blackout drunk, which wasn't often.) She fought to open her eyes, managing to get one in a sort of half-squint that really did nothing but make her look like a nearsighted pirate.

Once she managed two eyes mostly open, her confusion grew. While nice, the room she was in wasn't the bedroom she was used to sleeping in. And she didn't remember going home with anyone the night before. She struggled to sit up, using what felt like monumental effort to get up on one elbow before flopping back down to let the sudden spinning in her head subside. Finally, she sat up, pushing hair out of her face, but stopped mid-motion as she noticed three things - the hospital gown she was wearing, the IV in her arm, and the hospital bracelet. Subject? The fuck? Spotting the camera on the wall - okay, creepy - Ariel waved. "Hello? Someone want to come in and tell me what the fuck is going on?" Her voice was hoarse and it took a few tries to get any sound out, but she managed. This was no hospital, she knew that much, but she gave it a few minutes anyway. When no one came to give her answers or indeed, gave any indication that she'd been heard, she ( ran out of patience. )

Who: Owen & Cecilia
Where: First floor
When: Morning

The first thing Owen thought when he woke was that he'd gone on a bender the night before. A bad one. This had to be the worst hangover he'd had in quite some time. He was feeling disoriented, groggy... hell, he could barely even open his eyes. Christ, had he cleared the corner liquor store of their entire stock?

After a few more minutes of struggling to open his eyes and move his limbs, Owen began to realize he wasn't in bed. Well, not his bed anyway. He wasn't hungover either, if the IV in his arm was any indication. How had he ended up in the hospital? Grimacing, Owen squinted against the sunshine peering through the window. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision enough to get a good look at his surroundings. If he was in the hospital, this was like no hospital room he had ever seen before. He was in a comfortable, king sized bed with multiple pillows. There was a large wood dresser across the room, adorned with a mirror, candles and a few books. To the left was a closet and another door, and near the wide window, where the sunshine still too bright for him to stand, Owen could barely make out the outline of two arm chairs and a round table.

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Day 1.

Weather: The town of Mount Zenith appears to be in the beginning of fall, as some of the leaves on the trees are tinged with red and gold. It is rather warm however, with temperatures reaching 77° Fahrenheit.

Events: Everyone will slowly begin to awaken around the same time (for those lucky enough to have been wearing watches, that's around 8 in the morning, date unknown). Waking is an extremely slow process, with awareness filtering back in at a trickle. Everyone feels sore and groggy. The sedatives are wearing off, but movement is slow at first. Even opening their eyes will be a struggle in the beginning.

After a period of time (anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour), things become clearer. Movement is easier. As people take in their surroundings, each may come to see and realize: 1. they're in a bed, not their own. 2. There is an IV in their left arm. 3. They're in a hospital gown, with a hospital ID bracelet on their right wrist. And that's when the harsh realities of their situation begin to get weirder.

Every ID bracelet lists the person's full name (no nicknames), surname first (IE: Doe, John). Beneath their name is a subject number. Not patient number, subject number. The numbers and letters identifying them make absolutely no sense, and are seemingly random.

As they look around the room, they will realize this isn't a hospital room. The room is too nice, and eerily suited to their tastes. They may realize that there is a camera mounted on the ceiling, pointed at them. On the floor, underneath the camera, is a large cardboard box. Written across it in red ink is, simply, 'Open me.' The good news is, any bit of fear or panic is going to help that sedative wear off quicker. The bad news is, no one will be able to reach the box without taking the IV out first. For some people, that may be enough to stop you right there. But if the IV is ripped out, hurray! They may proceed.

If someone stands up too fast, they may fall over. Their muscles will feel weak and sore, as if they have not been used or moved in a very long time. The brain may be awake now, but the bodies won't be too cooperative at first. Also, everyone is going to feel an extremely sore and sensitive spot on the back of their neck, but they will be unable to tell why. Once a person manages to make their way to the cardboard box, they'll find whatever clothing they happened to be wearing last. This includes jewelry, but no watches with dates. Pockets will have been emptied.

If they stop to think about it, characters will be able to remember where they were and what they were doing last. Here's the kicker: everyone wasn't taken at the same time. The last day anyone will remember can be anytime from September 12th, 2015, from September 20th.

For those who explore, there is no hint anywhere within the the mansion or the town that gives any indicator of why they are there, or who took them. Cameras are everywhere; some are hidden, some are blatantly obvious. Today there are no answers to be found.

React accordingly.