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

Comments

[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.]