SUGAR DADDY: BECK

[fullthottle]

SUGAR DADDY On Tuesday afternoon, Beck'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 will select ONE out of three options. 2.You will NOT KNOW what any of these options are until YOU HAVE SELECTED ONE. 3. The results may be BENEFICIAL OR DETRIMENTAL TO THE GROUP. 4. You CANNOT TAKE BACK YOUR CHOICE once it is made. 5. 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 SHINE SUGAR DADDY ❤️🤑👅💦 ARE YOU READY TO 💰SWEETEN💰 UP SOME LIVES???? 😩💦💦 OR ARE YOU HERE TO BE A SPLENDA DADDY😬😬😬😬 GET🍌OFF🍆YOUR🥒BUTT!!!!🍑 AND DON'T FORGET DADDY 👀 WE'RE H̨̛͑́ͨ́͒́͠͝U̔̿ͩ̓́̇ͧ̑̌̋̚͏͏̢́҉Ñ̢̾ͤ̍͐̍́͜͢G̡ͤ̓̋ͭ͢͝͡Ȓ͑̇̆ͤ̏ͪͤ̑̅̿҉̢̛͠Y͊ͥ̊̆̇̂ͭ͂̚͞͏ ̵̛͗͋͐͐͋ͥ̆̌̒ͪ̄͗̇ͫͬ̐́F̶̷̎̈̉ͮ̾͒͂ͨ̓̚̕͢Ơ̷ͫ͂̒ͪ̍ͭ̄͊̚̕͘R̴̴̸̛̅ͥ̎͋́̑̎͂̓͌̉͊͘ ̵̡ͤͪ̐ͣ͐ͯ̿̏͊̎ͩ̅̀͢͞͞D̽̿ͭͥ̏ͧͯ̽ͯͩͫ҉A̒ͫ̓̓̂͑́̎̽̇̍͆̊ͬ̄ͣ͘͢Dͣ̀̓̇̉̔ͥͨͤ͋̇́̓̚͢͝D̶̶̑ͭ͌̈́̈́̍̏̓͑̎̿̂ͤ̄̂̉̓͞Y̨̑̓ͣͭ̇ͩ͊̾̊͊̄̀͘͠͝'̷̡̢̊̀ͦͫ̀S̿̈̒ͯ͗̓̂̀̌ͫ̓̀̃͠͏̢ ̵̸̀̇ͫ̓ͪ̓ͯ̆ͨ͢͞L̴̷̂̈́̈̏̅̌̇ͨ͒͑ͤͪ̄̈́̇̈͑O̡̡͒̓̐̋͛̂͝V̷̴̏͂̋ͤ̄ͨ̊Eͪ̑ͬ̈́̑͐̓ͪ̒̆̾̏̕͘͠ ❤️ 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 an empty hospital wing until they reach a single room with a steadily beeping heart monitor. 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]

TALK TO CARLOS

[tricycles]

[He has his back turned to the door when Beck first makes it into the room, seemingly distracted by the heart monitor. It takes him a second to register the sound of her footsteps, but once he does? He turns around to face her, smiling.]

Beck! [HELLO... Here's to hoping she caught herself before hitting the ground.] It's good to see you.

[uncurtained]

[After reading these rules and especially after finding herself in this new, unsettling area, she’s wary. When she sees Carlos, though, she brightens visibly.]

Oh my god! You’re okay...

[tricycles]

Told you it would be alright, didn't I?

[Reports of his death were greatly exaggerated. Maybe.]

[uncurtained]

Wait, so... Are you back, or - am I on the other side?

[tricycles]

[Shaking his head.]

Neither. We're somewhere you can only get in if you're helping out with something. Think of it as, uh... A space between your side and mine.

[uncurtained]

Well... I'm happy to see you, anyways.

[But, she glances at the rulebook.]

When it says I can privately confirm this, but I can't freely offer the information to others - does that mean I can tell specific people in private if I want to?

[tricycles]

More or less? You can confirm if you're directly asked about your role in private, but you can't offer the information on your own. [A pause, before he adds:] ... And you don't want to find out what'll happen if you break that rule.

[uncurtained]

...I kind of do want to know, actually. Can you tell me?

[She frowns, though.]

Why is that? I mean, wouldn't it be better to be able to tell people I trust on my own?

1/2

[tricycles]

[He hesitates for a moment, before shrugging.]

You'll -̷̛̛̣̬͂̾̋̅́̔̎̀̂͗̋̇͛ ̴̨̼̠̣̼̜͖̟̹̄͌-̴̛̩̮̰̰̳̗̲̙̏̽͑̎̇̊̋̉͑͆͘̕͝͝ ̷̧͓̺̆̔̔̒͛͛̄̅̽̾͗̈́́̌͗-̴̺̱͔̮͓̖̬̦̮́̄̂̃̈͒̈́̌̑́̐͗̇̇͘ ̸̺̘̳̩̤̬̜̲̼̭̙̙̠̰̰̈́̓̈̔͛̒̿̉͘͝-̸͙̃̓̔́̈̊͗̊̇̆̎̐͒͑͝ ̶̰̻̆͌-̴͎̦͔̩͝ ̸̼͚̹̬́͑́̆̅̌͌̅̔-̸̢̧̧̹̹̣̼͈͈̼̥̥͎͒̍̔̉͂͋̈͠ ̸̺͍͖͓͓̥̻̹̰̀-̷̢̢̖̙̙͓̹̫̮̯͖̙̳̱͆͝ ̸͉͑̿̀̋̽̈́͐̾̾̾́̿͝-̵̜̘͎͎̹̔̈́ ̴̛͚̜̻̟͔̲͑͌͒-̸̧̨̧̛̝̠̙̫̥̻͇͎̣̓̇͂͘͜ ̴̡̠͔̲̬̗̭̫̬͉̜̭̭̈́͐̿̉̈́̀͂̃̐ ̴̛͍̰̤̯̉̿̀̉͛͒ͅͅ-̶̡̦̹̫̞͕̻̰̖͙̣̲̫̩̉͒̈̃̽̏́͊̅̀͒̒̾̌͘

[tricycles]

—Oh, come on! She has a right to know!

[KIND OF? YELLING AT THE CEILING?????? FFS WHYYYYYYY]

[uncurtained]

[Hm. Bad!]

...I'll take your word for it, then. Can I at least tell people that I saw you, and that you were okay, or does that count as part of this?

[tricycles]

[It's probably fine.

Still a little disgruntled:]

Have you tried out that new app yet?

[... It sounds like a change of topic, but he's going somewhere with this.]

[uncurtained]

The appointments one? No, not yet. Why?

CHOICE

[fullthottle]

[A meal table sits in one corner of the room. On it, Beck will spot three crystal fleshlights — each one of them with what appears to be a glowing sphere of light trapped inside of them.

To make your choice, please reply to this comment indicating if Beck will select the right, center or left fleshlight. She must dig her fingers into it to pull out the sphere of light and get results. You have until Wednesday, 12:00 PM EST to make this choice.]

[uncurtained]

Okay, so I just...

[She's frowning, trying to detect any difference between the three, but when she can't find one... She makes a face as she reaches into the left fleshlight, pulling the light out of it.]

Like that?

[tricycles]

[Like that! Beck will only have a moment to observe the sphere of light before it flashes, temporarily blinding her for all of two seconds. When she regains her bearings, she'll realize that both the sphere and the fleshlight have gone missing.

In their place, Beck will find 15 small cardboard boxes. They are all unlabeled.

Carlos will speak up once they appear.]

... Huh. So that's how it is.

[uncurtained]

[She picks one up at random, turning it over in her hands.]

Can I open it to see what they are?

[tricycles]

[... He pauses, as if listening to something only he can hear. After a beat:]

You can try, but they're not meant for you.

[uncurtained]

[After a moment:]

Then - can I ask what’s in them, and what I’m supposed to do with them? Just give them out, or...?

[tricycles]

... A gift from home. [...] Well, for some people.

[Though, there's only 15 of them... Oh, well. He shakes her head.]

But you don't have to worry about doing anything with them. We'll take care of it on our end.

[uncurtained]

But not for everyone...?

[She frowns a little.]

[tricycles]

[... He shakes his head.]

No, not for everyone.

[Hm.]

[uncurtained]

Can I ask why...?

[tricycles]

[He opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Squints...................

Then opens his mouth again.]

You don't have enough "power" to reach everyone just yet.