WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[You now know why you're here, Titled. The question now is, is there a way to get out of here without invoking the rules? What will those who brought you here do to get you to kill?

Time will tell.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

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Mosaic

[strangerpeople]

[As Joey is poking around the tarp, and looks at the strangely abstract painting beneath, a thought comes to her head...an amazing interpretation of what she's seeing, one which feels as natural as any thought she may have come by. Even if she's not seeing much of it at the moment.

The colors and style, frenetic and yet uneven, somehow seem like the person who's working on this was drinking. Maybe still drinking. Heck, like if she went back to, for example, the Barcade right now she'd surely find someone there, passed out in a pile of booze, behind the counter. Indeed, the painting feels representative of a Bacchanalia of some sort, one that is still ongoing, much like the creation of this artwork.

It's weird, but it absolutely makes sense now that the idea's in her head! How subversive, especially in this setting, right?]

[incrediblystressedout]

[That's artistically brilliant, using the medium and the piece itself to complement each other, and definitely the sort of abstract thought Joey's used to having randomly pop into her head when regarding random crap around her house. Yep. Definitely a highly evocative work of art here.]

[She has no idea if it's a clue or not, but Joey's going to follow her instincts and go back to the Barcade. Just for a minute, to follow this hunch that is definitely coming from her noted appreciation for fine artwork and not anything fishier.]

[Maybe her babysitter's here, or something.]

>Enter Barcade.

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[So far, there seems to be no one else here. But then again, that doesn't mean anything, because obviously no one's looked behind the counter yet.

Worst case scenario, maybe she can help herself to a cola!]

[incrediblystressedout]

[Helping herself might be a bad idea, but on the other hand pondering why would also invite the question of how she got cash to put in the DDR machine earlier. Unless those just take money off the phones too.]

[More to the point...]

> Look behind counter.

???

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[There is no one there. No one passed out or drunk, or anything. That sure is a lot of booze bottles on hidden shelves beneath the counter, though. Someone probably could get good and sloshed back here.

But one of the items beneath the counter is definitely not like the others.

>Examine?]

[incrediblystressedout]

[Yep, this definitely looks like a less insanely scary version of the basement. Or the living room on a Friday. What's that one thing, though?]

I really hope I didn't wander into a Sierra game...

>Examine

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[YOU FORGOT THE KEYCARD. GAME O--wait

There's a book, nestled by the whiskey. It looks to be a journal of some kind. Mainly because the word "JOURNAL" is on the cover.

There's also the barest hint of dust on the cover, as well.]

[incrediblystressedout]

[Ah! A journal! The most coveted and useful of all clues except in real life when you just have your own lame journal lying around your room but treat it like a big deal because you watch too much television and have odd stress responses. This one looks more interesting, though.]

[Just going to carefully slide that out and take a closer look at it in the light.]

The Elixir of Quietude

[strangerpeople]

[Opening it up, it contains...drink recipes, written by hand. However, something is very...weird about the recipes. Namely, that most of the alcoholic ingredients are written in parentheses next to other, utterly unrecognizable names, as if the person writing them was trying to somehow convert the weird names to the more commonly known names, somehow.

It may or may not go over poor Joey's head, if she wants to look more closely at just what the hell this is.]

[incrediblystressedout]

[Joey doesn't drink, but she lives with a drinker most of the time so she recognizes at least some of the alcohol names.]

A...recipe? Recipes? For mixed drinks? What the heck kind of journal is that?

[At least it's something normal to find under a bar, but...still. There's something weird about all this.]

[In the interest of there not being any adults around to point out how ludicrously illegal this is, Joey will take a look at one of the recipes with mostly "translated" ingredients and line the bottles up on the bar. Her curiosity is piqued, and that's second only to her imagination in her mental assets.]

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[The "translations" seem to center especially around liqueurs. Not that Joey would know what that means, necessarily, but after some careful reading, this is what, for example, is what the recipe for a Manhattan looks like:]

2 ½ oz Rye ("whiskey", use oz. cup)
1 oz Sweet Vermouth (<- think Adelhyde, oz. cup)
2 dashes Angostura (<- think Bronson Extract)

Stir with ice <- On the rocks (in mixing glass only), mixed
Strain into cold cocktail glass (memorize glass shapes!)
Serve with cherry.

[...Would Joey like to see what else there is?]

[incrediblystressedout]

[It's faintly familiar, although she only recognizes half the names as she digs behind the bar to match words to ingredients. It reads like an annotated drinks book for someone who'd never seen alcohol before and wanted to make sure they got it right.]

[Who was this written for...?]

[Might as well check out other recipes. She's got nowhere to be at this point.]

[strangerpeople]

[Here comes another example, then - this time a Hot Toddy:]

1 ½ oz Whiskey (<- think Flanergide, oz. cup)
1 Bar spoon Honey (<- actual spoon!)
4 oz Boiling water (<- use sink!)
½ oz Lemon (<- lemon juice, not a lemon, think Powdered Delta but with lemons!)

Combine all ingredients in coffee cup.
Garnish with lemon (actual lemon!!) side studded with clove and enjoy.

[incrediblystressedout]

Boiling water? Jeez, I thought I knew a booze scientist, but she's barely scratched the surface...

[Joey considers the book as a whole.]

Better hold onto this and see if anyone knows what any of these strange words mean. And stop talking to myself.

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[Indeed, it's probably best to take this. Doesn't seem like anyone was using it much here, anyways, right?]