You unlock this door...

[keyofimagination]

[Despite all the confusion and worry, everyone eventually finds themselves in the library mentioned on the note. The moment noon strikes, a horrible crash of thunder echoes across the hotel, knocking all the lights out and slamming the doors shut. After a few seconds, the TV flickers to life and starts playing a video. But the moment the video gets to the elevators vanishing, another bolt of lightning strikes, causing the TV to shut back off and plunging everyone in darkness.

After a few tense moments in complete silent darkness, the lights flick back on and, in front of the television, a man is now standing in front of the guests. He seems mostly human, except that his entire body appears to be monochrome, as if he had just crawled out of the TV. When he speaks (acting as if nothing was off about his sudden appearance), his voice is the exact same calm, even tone as the voice over in the video.]

Tonight’s story on The Twilight Zone is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, [He makes a grand sweeping gesture across the room.] is that very same hotel, still in operation, just for you. As you may have noticed, every single one of you is trapped inside this hotel with no escape. The doors and windows have all been sealed and one thing is clear: it is impossible to go back home.

However, this episode of the Twilight Zone is unique in another significant way. Each one of you has been offered a one-way ticket out of this hotel and back to your lives. While those five unfortunate guests became permanent residents here through death, death is your one requirement to get out of this hotel.

To put it simply: The only way you can escape is to get away with murdering one of your fellow guests.

[He pauses for a brief moment before continuing.]

Of course, if you’d rather not commit such a heinous act, we’ll be welcome to make sure your stay here is as comfortable as possible. There will be enough food and entertainment to make sure everyone is comfortable for the rest of their lives, but it's hard to live in complete comfort when you're now a citizen of… The Twilight Zone.

Comments

[audentiae]

[ Reyna is, meanwhile, only fazed at all for a moment. ]

There we are, then. A spirit, or an illusion.

[keyofimagination]

I'd prefer the term "spirit".

[audentiae]

Spirit, then. I suppose to those of us standing here you might as well be immortal.

don't worry the link doesn't go anywhere gross

[keyofimagination]

I admit, if I really tried I could give myself a more mortal form. However even without that little stunt you did, after what happened to the previous host...

[Suddenly the TV flickers back to life and displays, well a man getting decapitated.]

You can see why I'm not eager to make myself mortal for anyone.

[audentiae]

[ Reyna... swallows a little, because having courage and not being grossed out by a snuff film are different things. ]

Can't say I blame you. Though you would just go back to Tartarus, I assume.

[keyofimagination]

That is a possibility, but I would rather not find out if I would end up in a different afterlife.

[hallotween]

-- Seriously, Rodman?! [that's it

you're getting the "mom using fullname when she's mad" shtick]

[keyofimagination]

... "Rodman".

[Okay kid, that's less worrying and more confusing.]

[hallotween]

Nobody needed to see that! I'm pretty sure we all got the point without the--

[RECORDSCRATCH]

... Why are you confused?

[keyofimagination]

Because Rodman is neither of the names I offered you.

And you told me you had no intentions of calling me Rod.

[hallotween]

I don't. Nicknames are for friends. [he... he knows what rod is short for, right...]

There's nothing in the rules about calling you what you actually want to be called.

[keyofimagination]

[He shrugs.]

I can't argue with that.

[forgottenfounder]

[That... is a sight. One of Oswald's hands goes to his throat where he gulps noisily.

None of this is right. And they're stuck here.]

[lusito]

[... Well then.]

Something like that would certainly put a damper on mortality.

[darthfanboy]

I will ensure you suffer the same fate.

[keyofimagination]

Unless you can somehow convince me to become less immortal, it would be a very hard task for you.

[darthfanboy]

You're a hologram. You must have a physical body somewhere.

I will find it. And I will maim it.

[keyofimagination]

And what exactly have I done to make you think that I am definitely just a hologram?

[darthfanboy]

Do you take me for a fool? The technology you're using. I am intricately familiar with it.

[keyofimagination]

It appears you're not very acquainted with the supernatural.

[darthfanboy]

[okay so you know that part of the library where there are books stuck to a desk

kylo is over there

and is now grunting with his arms around them trying to dislodge them

to throw at your stupid face]

[geomanctic]

That's....just a bad movie!

[she doesn't sound that convinced]

[keyofimagination]

Believe what you want, but it's enough that I don't have much interest in becoming mortal.

[pavlovsdad]

...He has something of a point.

[coulombslaw]

That was uncalled for.

[As if everything wasn't bad enough already now there's snuff films being shown. What a day this is turning out to be]