august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[sharktrash]

As the classy individual that he is, Squalo not only made sure to stuff his face in the kitchen -- listen, it's been months since he had anything other than the prison slop and at this point he doesn't even care if it turns into eldritch monster's droppings mid-plate -- but also carry a dessert plate of meat and snacks with him as he goes exploring.

Most people wouldn't walk down an ominous looking staircase and try to break into someone's torture dungeon. Squalo isn't most people, however, and he does it while chewing on a fancy miniatiure fishcake. Anyone wanting to (sort of) hide something had to have something worthwhile there, and it's not like he has better things to do. He's definitely not sleeping in someone else's house.

The first few rooms he checks are disappointingly empty, but the fourth time's the charm when he stumbles upon some poor nondescript sod hanging off the torture wheel. They immediately plead for his help and he thoughtfully shoves another piece of food in his mouth before gently tipping the wheel into a less comfortable position and patting the person's cheek patronizingly.

"You really gotta sell that better. A'ight, you think some more about how you can repay me and try again."

His voice is really too damn loud in a small space like this, and then there's several other voices from other doors, asking for the same thing. Squalo only looks surprised for a moment before he hops out into the hallway in something almost like a dance-step.

"Listen up, trashbags! We're gonna have a little contest. One of you walks free tonight!"

He pauses for dramatic effect, disregarding any confusion and/or horror.

"The last one alive, that is."

He's too caught up in the moment to notice anyone else approaching, and if he comes face to face with someone very much not in chains as he turns, well. He looks more inconvenienced than terrified at the moment.

"Oh."

Yes, it's perfect!

[adaptivemanipulation]

AM has certainly been enjoying his Dominion, reliving the days of his grand estate. He rather liked his estate, though sometimes he rarely visited it when he had to travel for business. Of course, he had rather nice vacation houses in other places, and this Dominion does seem to pull in a few elements from those.

But still, AM does enjoy his amenities for a bit, indulging in some of the finer food he had missed in his two years of imprisonment, having the bartender at the pool make his favorite drink, and the like, but of course that does little to sate his true desires.

It isn't long before he finds the extensive torture chamber. It is far grander than what he actually had in his estate, with so much more room, so many more instruments, so many ways to live out to his heart's content.

Of course by now he has already sampled the torture chamber when he comes in this time to find someone else there, someone whom he thinks he recognizes taunting his victims.

When AM appears at the door, looking almost ravenous, he pauses, leaning against the open doorframe. His smile widens. "No, no, go on. I want to hear about this contest."

After all, he's certainly not opposed to a little competition between his victims.

[sharktrash]

Ah. Someone else was here.

Danger, no doubt. Maybe not, if he plays his cards right. Squalo examines the towering man for a moment, taking note of his expression and the way he holds himself, looking... entertained, almost. He recognizes him from the block. They haven't spoken much, though Squalo had half a mind to try sometime -- from what he overheard the man had interesting stories. This must be why.

Squalo smiles back at him, relaxation and confidence written into the very movements of his free hand as he gestures while he speaks in an almost stereotypical mediterranean fashion.

"Well, I was thinkin' of letting 'em choose whatever body parts they're willing to offer up for their freedom. The most daring one that'd survive the process would be the winner." He takes another snack from his plate and waves it in AM's general direction before eating it. There's no tell at all that he's aware he could end up on the other side of the doors if something goes wrong; in a game like this showing any fear is as good as admitting defeat. Of course, he's also confident that he could fight his way out even if that did happen, as one does. "Now that you're here, though, maybe I have other options. Got a hall big enough for a battle royale by any chance?"

[adaptivemanipulation]

AM looks between the younger man and the victims, who are chained up, obviously looking wide-eyed in fear. When Squalo mentions losing body parts, they look even less pleased, one of them going, No, no, please...

"Hm... I like the way you think." AM does grin as he strides forward, cupping one of the victim's chins as he stares into her eyes. She's far shorter, so her head has to crane up, and her lip quivers as tears form in her eyes.

"How about it, my dear?" He speaks to the young woman he has in his grasp. "Do you want to lose your pretty eyes if it means you go free?"

She doesn't answer, instead trying to turn away as she scrunches her eyes, tears flowing out.

But AM lets go and turns back toward Squalo. "How about both? The first elimination is based upon body parts, and the ones who advance get to fight for their freedom."

He's in a mansion, after all, so he could easily make space if he wanted. Though he pauses, thinking about his waitstaff. Of course, in the real world, none of them knew about his torturous ways. They had explicit instructions to stay away from portions of the house, and there was heavy security. Plenty of TV interviews with them after AM's arrest showed them horrified at what was going on beneath their feet, disavowing him and all. But his waitstaff is still here, still able to hear his conversations about torture and all. And they've done nothing. After all, he's still in prison. This isn't even real... is it?

"I suppose I could get my staff to clear out a hall for us. After all, they haven't left yet..." And then he mutters, "...Even after disavowing me."