DOXXER: HAYMITCH

[fullthottle]

DOXXER On Tuesday afternoon, Haymitch's clamshell will ping! from wherever they have it. Should they pick it up to see what all the fuss is about, they will realize that their RULEBOOK app has updated to version 2.0. Opening the app will reveal that there has been an addendum to the rules... but one that seems meant exclusively for them. No other survivor will be able to see these additions. They read as such: 1. Each week, you may check ONE of your fellow participants to learn WHO THEY HAVE SPOKEN PRIVATELY WITH. 2. You will have to use the PROVIDED TOOL in order to receive your information. 3. You must ACCEPT what you have learned. 4. You may PRIVATELY CONFIRM YOUR ROLE if asked, but you may not FREELY OFFER THE INFORMATION to others. A notification will arrive the moment they have finished reading through the update. Its contents are no less confusing. RISE AND 👀SPY👀 DOXXXER 👅💦 TIME 2️⃣ RISE 🍆 TO THE OCCASION 🥳🥳 AND 📷 DOXX 📷 UR FELLOW THOTS 🍑♥️ UR GONNA BE HARD 😜 AT WORK SO BRING UR D-GAME 🍆🍆🍆 AND LET'S 😚 GET 😉 SNEAKY 👣 !!! TIME ⏰ 2 FIND OUT HOW 💋NAUGHTY💋 A HO CAN GET 👅 Other things that are weird? The fact that the moment they open a door and walk through it, they will find themselves falling face first an entirely new location. Particularly, one that doesn't seem to fit into any part of the hotel, and absolutely not one that they meant to go through. As they regain their bearings and look at their surroundings, they'll realize that the door they walked through is no longer there. It seems like they have only one choice, and that's to walk through a long, secure hallway until they reach their destination. It is there that they will find a familiar face... FULL NAVIGATION. locations ⯅ statuses ⯅ ic profiles ⯅ ic rulebook ⯅ thot report ⯅ audiences gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

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WEEK ONE

[fullthottle]

CHOICE

[fullthottle]

[On one of the office tables, there is a sparkling purple piece of plastic shaped like a dick. It's translucent, and holds a Magic 8-Ball die within.

It looks like this is your tool.

Comment here when your character has decided who they're checking and how they will use the provided item.]

[oraculi]

Dick Grayson! And he'll first shake the toy like-- well, like a Magic 8-Ball, just to see if that'll do the trick. If it does, fantastic. If not: he'll give it a wildly unenthusiastic handjob.

[doublesmall]

[It definitely doesn't work. Unenthusiastic handjob is your only option, sadly.

Chuuya will just be staring at some fixed point out the window while he waits; eventually, though, the Magic 8-Ball Dick will spurt fluid onto the floor. The splatter forms the shape of words:]

DICK GRAYSON has met with JUNPEI, ESCHA, HIGEKIRI, KAGACHI, BECK, HAYMITCH, TAAKO, NIKKARI, MAOU, IZUMINOKAMI, TONBOKIRI, MUZET, ZERO, PROMPTO, AND MONIKA. He has slept with 1-{4^2C!f/mv)IzNz}&G_(Ei--

[After that happens, Chuuya finally turns, making a face at the mess on his beautiful floor. Eugh.]

Damn, he gets around.

[oraculi]

[Oh he really doesn't like that, that's disgusting, and he wipes his hand on his trousers.]

So it doesn't work for everything, huh.

[He stares down at the names, memorizing them, which is a bit harder than it looks. But once that's done, it's done, and he grimaces up at him.]

Anything else, or you gonna let me go?

[doublesmall]

Not right now, no. You might be able to find a way to fix that later on, if you want better info.

[But he can't say anything specific about that, so! He doesn't. Chuuya just gestures to the tequila bottle he summoned.]

You're all set. Take that for the road if you want... oh, and try to make sure you don't die, if you haven't gotten the ball rolling on that yet?

[oraculi]

Yeah, I'll do that.

[It's said slowly, Haymitch frowning as he does. But he's not gonna stick around; he sure does take that tequila bottle and make for the exit.]

TALK TO CHUUYA

[doublesmall]

[Haymitch will find himself entering a large, lavish office, with a desk and bookshelves at the opposite end from the door, and one wall entirely windowed. Plush chairs are arranged in front of the window, where Chuuya is seated with a wineglass in hand; he seems to be ignoring the sparkly plastic dick on one of the side tables.]

I don't believe we've really met, but it looks like we're going to be working together. Come have a seat-- I'm sure you have questions.

[oraculi]

. . . yeah. You could say that, sure.

[He will 100% find and take a glass of wine if one is available, offered or not, but then take a seat.]

For starters, what the hell is going on here? Sum it up for me, I don't feel like playing twenty questions.

[doublesmall]

[He'll pass one over! Chuuya already had one prepared, he's a good host.]

You've got a job to do here, that's what-- it'll get you some more information to work with, but you're going to have to keep it under your hat and be careful about how you use it. I'm here to sort of oversee that... just bear in mind I had nothing to do with setting all this up. I didn't pick you or the rules and methods, so don't blame me for any of that.

[oraculi]

[Does he believe that? Honestly, kind of? Like, he doesn't immediately think he's lying, so. There's that.]

All right. So what, you want me to be a spy?

[doublesmall]

It's a little like that, yeah. You'll be able to find out who one person has been talking to in private, so if they try to say they don't know each other later or some shit... you know.

[A pause there, as he sips his wine.]

Just mind the rules, because you can't just come out and say how you found out.

[oraculi]

And does that person know that I found out about them?

[Not that he's agreed to this just yet.]

I'm guessing I get killed if I break the rules, yeah?

[doublesmall]

They won't know a thing. This is all you.

[But after a moment, he adds with a hum-]

I can't tell you what, just that I don't suggest you find out. I try not to lose people I'm supposed to be working with, if I can help it.

[oraculi]

How delightfully vague.

[He overaccentuates his syllables, drawling them out before sipping his wine.]

So, uh . . . what's with . . .?

[He nods towards the giant-ass purple dick in the room, as honestly, it's sort of hard to ignore.]

[doublesmall]

Look, I'm not a fan of it either, I just know that if I try to tell you we're not going to get anywhere. Censorship's a bitch.

[but, unfortunately... the giant-ass purple dick. Chuuya exhales a long sigh and takes a longer drink.]

That thing... is your tool for getting your information. You tell it who you want to know about, and you... work the information out of it. How you do that's up to you.

[Completely deadpan. Lowkey he wants to just be dead again, thanks.]

[oraculi]

I . . . . work the information out of it.

[There's a long, pregnant silence, which soon gives birth to a lot of increasingly awkward little silences.]

Meaning what.

[doublesmall]

Meaning-- ugh.

[He downs the rest of his glass while making a jerking motion with his hand.

Meaning that!]

1/2

[oraculi]

[oraculi]

Not sober I'm not. Leave the wine. And anything else you have.

[doublesmall]

You got it. What's your preference, huh?

[He's reaching into his coat and pulling out a bottle of tequila first, because that just feels like a good choice.]

Unfortunately I have to stay here, but I can just- I don't know, go look out the window for a bit if you want.

[oraculi]

Oh, come on . . .

[At least Chuuya looks as uncomfortable as he feels, so. That's something. He grabs for the tequila and takes a healthy swig, but then sighs as he glances at the dildo.]

Fine. Go stare out the window, then.

[Because he'll be grabbing that toy now; he knows who he's going to pick. It's the world's most unenthusiastic handjob, though. The toy probably deserves better.]

WEEK TWO

[doublesmall]

CHOICE

[doublesmall]

[On one of the office tables, there is a sparkling purple piece of plastic shaped like a dick. It's translucent, and holds a Magic 8-Ball die within.

It looks like this is your tool.

Comment here when your character has decided who they're checking and how they will use the provided item.]

[oraculi]

Edelgard this time! And he'll once again be giving a very unenthusiastic hand job.

[doublesmall]

[After the unenthusiastic handjob lasts an uncomfortable amount of time, fluid spurts from the tip, the splatter forming the shape of words:]

EDELGARD has recently met with NIKKARI, ZERO, TONBOKIRI, WEI WUXIAN, KAGACHI, IZUMINOKAMI, HIGEKIRI, DIMITRI, and MAOU. She has slept with 1-{4^2C!f/mv)IzNz}&G_(Ei--

TALK TO CHUUYA

[doublesmall]

[Welcome back. Chuuya's seated in one of the chairs as always, and one of the side tables has a bottle of whiskey sitting on it.]

Hey. You've seen how this works, so- any new questions for me, or would you rather just get this over with.

[oraculi]

Let's just get it done with.

[A pause, and then:]

Hey. This about how you expected things to go this past week?

[doublesmall]

The demon escaping really was not part of the plan, no.

[oraculi]

I'm giving a handjob to a dildo so I can know who talked to who this week. Sorry if I don't take it on faith.

[Drawled.]

Hey. You got any idea, any hint or whatever, how I get the rest of that message?

[. . .]

Does it involve going to town on the damn thing?