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 TWO

[fullthottle]

CHOICE

[fullthottle]

[A meal table sits in one corner of the room. On it, she 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 she 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 PST/3:00 PM EST to make this choice.]

[uncurtained]

[This time, she reaches into the center fleshlight, pulling the sphere out.]

Am I ever going to get a hint...?

[tricycles]

[That's a very good question! One that Beck won't be getting an answer to, because something is going to happen the moment she pulls out the sphere. She will only have a second to examine it, for it will begin to shine brightly enough to momentarily blind her. Her eyes will not have the opportunity to recover before she hears an unfamiliar voice. It will whisper:]

F̵̺̕ŕ̵̨ḭ̵͘d̴̬̓a̶͕͐y̷͎̾.̸̮̄.̵̖͛.̸̱̍

[Once her sight returns, both the sphere of light and the fleshlights will be gone. She will hear Carlos groan behind her, clearly frustrated:]

Oh, goddamnit.

[Hm.]

[uncurtained]

[Hm. Bad! Incredibly bad. Once she’s done rubbing at her eyed—]

What was that...?

[tricycles]

It's -̷̹̻̠͙͕̽̐̏-̵̛̛͇͇̲̬̉́̓-̴̧̳̤̝͈͌̅-̵̙͙̅̽̍-̷͍̮͖̀-̵̠̏̌̋̊͘-̵̡̖̤͇̔͜-̶͙̖͚̭̑̎-̶͙̑̀̾̂-̶̨̢̹͌́̄̀-̷̨̙̰̞̜͂́́-̴̱̞̣̱̯̈̀̚-̶̛̜̣̦̣̱̓͒̐̈́-̸̡̣͗̔̑-̶̜͈͛̒̍̄-̸̨͙̝̹̊̋͜͝-̶̦̿͛͛̉̉͜-̶̡̨̳͈̬̂̾ — right.

[Hey? Censors? He'd like to have a word with you.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing before giving it a second attempt.]

You get three options. One's good, one's neutral, and one... is bad. You just picked the bad one. [So, that's great! He stares at the meal table, frowning.] There's going to be something on Friday. Something that doesn't belong there. Do you get what I'm trying to say?

[uncurtained]

Something that doesn't belong there? You mean, like... Planted evidence?

[tricycles]

That's the only hint I can give you. Sorry.

[uncurtained]

...And I'm guessing trying to hint to everyone that something might not be right would count as hinting about the role.

[tricycles]

[He nods.]

Right. Sending out a warning that something will be off counts as breaking the fifth rule.

[uncurtained]

And I won't know what that thing is, right?

[tricycles]

... Yeah. You'll have to figure that one out by yourself.

[uncurtained]

What's the point of figuring it out if I can't even tell people it's wrong?

[Her tone makes it clear she's not frustrated at him, at least, but.]

TALK TO CARLOS

[tricycles]

[When Beck walks in, she will find Carlos sitting on one of the hospital beds. The one with the heart monitor next to it, to be specific. He'll look up as she approaches, lifting a hand in greeting.]

Hey, Beck. Glad you could make it.

[... As if spoopy ship magic left her a choice. Gosh.]

[uncurtained]

Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

[Even if she had no choice.]

[tricycles]

[It's okay. He appreciates that she just rolled with it.]

So, got any questions for me today?

[uncurtained]

[She nods.]

So... Is there anything you can tell me about the other roles? How many there are, what they're for...

[tricycles]

[He shakes his head.]

Sorry, classified information. Some things we can share as part of an exchange. That's not one of them.

[uncurtained]

Part of an exchange? So, if there is a piece of information I can get from you... What would I have to exchange for it?

[tricycles]

... Usually? Sex and a favor.

[uncurtained]

[After a moment:]

I'm guessing you're specifying usually because this isn't a usual circumstance. If that's right, can I ask what it would cost this time...?

[tricycles]

No... I wouldn't say that exactly. [It's. Complicated.] Ask me for something I could give you, and we can talk about the cost.

[uncurtained]

Okay. Um...

[Hm. She thinks about it for a long moment, before:]

Is there any way I could get more information about what happened to the people who were here before us?

[tricycles]

[Hm... He does seem to give this some thought, before he nods.]

Could be. Have you tried talking to Nathan yet? He'll have more information for you about the people who were here before.

[uncurtained]

[She thinks it over.]

Does each of you have more information about a specific part of this situation, then?