WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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WEEK ZERO

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Rise and shine, everyone! At 7:00 AM on the dot, those who are asleep will be roused from their slumber by the sound of a bugle call. It seems that breakfast is now served in the Mess Hall. How nice! It's up to you to decide if you want to continue sleeping or not... But maybe it's a good idea to grab a bite and explore your surroundings. After all, it looks like you'll be here for a little while. Regardless of what you do, be sure to check the weather before stepping outside. You never know when you might need an umbrella! Once you're up and at them, though, there are a few points of interest this week. If you swing by the Director's Office, you will find Black Shadows manning the receptionist's desk or flitting in and out of the rooms down the hallway. This week's tasks are now available, and you can check them out on the announcement board in the waiting room. Should you visit the Camp Shop, Purple Heart will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Winter Wizard doesn't seem to be stationed at any set location. Maybe it's their week off? Oh, well. Seems like if you want to get ahold of them, you'll have to pay your respects to the bunnies. Finally, though all seems normal at first glance... You will quickly realize something is wrong the moment you start interacting with other people. Or, more specifically, once you come in physical contact with them. For the rest of the week, anyone who makes skin-to-skin (or whatever counts as skin, for the non-humans) contact with someone else will find themselves in a bit of a sticky situation. Whatever body parts touched will be stuck together for the next hour, with no way to separate them. Try not to create additional points of contact while trying to cheat your way out of this situation, yeah? That would be unpleasant, for each spot will last an entire hour. Good luck.

Comments

[disreguarded]

[ she knows, but sometimes it's hard for her to remember. she's dumb, lbr ]

Probably. I'll ask around. [ a beat. ] I'm doing my best to stay out of trouble. Just so you know.

[okitactless]

[THAT IS A GREAT CHOICE and also something Yasusada can do! True to his word, he's very good at keeping pace with her and matching her movements. Maybe it's not that surprising, actually--is fighting all that different from dancing, when it really comes down to it?]

Is this a dance from your home?

[successives]

Was there a reason you couldn't?

[successives]

[Once she notices he's trailing behind, she actually does stop for a few seconds, glancing towards him to say:]

...Do you actually have a back injury, or are you just slow?

[chaoticlootral]

I can't be seen holding hands with you if you're under six foot. It's my new rule. I set it up for important reasons.

[chaoticlootral]

If you admit I'm the master, that means I'm owed half your prize from this, now. That's the rules!

[okitactless]

[Yasusada nods, looking sympathetic. So far, he's taking the trio at their word--but that's because he has no real grudge against Tiger and Dragon, nor did they force anyone to kill through underhanded means. (Also he's a sword. He's not that fussed about murder to begin with.)]

Everyone was really looking forward to going home, weren't they...

[chaoticlootral]

No way! I'd never waste precious mindspace on a cleaning spell. Total waste of time!

[Clean enough for Taako? The sink is filled with.


More tiny bowls. Where the shit did they all come from.]

[wowcool]

Ohh.

How long do you do that for?

[shortfornow]

It isn't nice to lie, Chuuya~ He wanted to cuddle this morning.

[ Yeah, he's being a shit ]

[extracrispy]

Why not both? If they've lived here for as long as they say, shouldn't they be experts at cleaning up after themselves?

[coastal]

Then it sounds like you're delusional.

[coastal]

I think so?

[?????]

Do you have any other interests besides being a detective?

[coastal]

Party...? You had comrades?

[she supposes that makes sense, she can't imagine him running around on all his adventures by himself]

[extracrispy]

True enough. But I wouldn't get your panties in a twist over it. Nobody put much stock in 'em in my last rodeo; we could smell the bullshit from a mile away.

[wowcool]

Hmmm.

[A pause and then - that's odd, there's a certain restraint in his expression, a slight twitch of his eye - but he grins, all the same.]

Ah, numbers, I suppose!

[coastal]

[rip logy]

Is that why you're looking so fidgety then? Since you want to help out with the chicken pen building too?

[extracrispy]

Sure have. [He huffs out a laugh.] Though if your mind is blown over these, wait until you find out about s'mores.

[baori]

I don't mind these.

[ he replies as she puts down the speaker, which is his way of saying that he likes them. there were tracks he liked a bunch after all. but with the matter of dancing...well. ]

...not too many.

[ aka, he doesn't know how to dance really. so, no, jungle dad cannot boggie with the hip kids u_u ]

[shortforever]

However long the box says to do it for?

tuesday

[selfinserting]

[After a few moments, during which it's obvious he's a little bit startled by being spoken to:]

Are you, um, are you sure you don't want it the other way around...? Just because, you know, the floors are probably harder because of the... You know, you have to bend down.

[chaoticlootral]

[Hmmmmmm. Hm. Fine! Stepping out of the way.]

Fine, go ahead. Just don't flip 'em too early. Always the problem with amateur pancakes.

SCRUNCHIE REPORT; Tuesday afternoonvening

[recrypt]

[okay so sometime after Beau's thing calms down, also during mealtime, Akira stands up as well! he lifts his hands and cups them around his mouth before yelling]

By the way guys, the scrunchie thing? Totally serious! Take it off and nondescript bad things will happen to you! Just ask 45.

[and then he steps down to jazz hands at 45]

[ she glances over at him like 'thank you, akira'. that or 'oh is this how we're doing it.' either or, it's hard to tell past the eternal smile. ]

Right, we tried it out so you wouldn't have to, but I have a feeling some of you might have already done so anyway.

[ not looking at anyone, but look, some people have to have done it by now for science. ]

Took it off, a kitchen knife immediately flew in from absolutely nowhere to stab me in the arm, if you noticed me favoring one of them now you know why. No, don't try it yourself, both of us have pretty good reflexes and we still didn't catch the knife. No, don't try it here just because we already cleaned out the kitchen knives from the bus, I suspect we might have different, completely coincidental effects based on where it happens.

Buuuut, if you're one of the people I was talking about earlier feel free to volunteer your own experiences so we can compare~!

[coastal]

But wasn't it just the number seven?

[does he have

more opinions on numbers?]

i

[selfinserting]

[He's outdoors somewhere when she finds him, and he doesn't notice her in time to try to move away before she's taking his hand. He's puzzled enough by this that he just stares, clearly alarmed, for a solid few seconds, glancing between their hands and her face. He looks like he might combust any second, and suddenly:]

I - sorry, wait, what?! What's happening.

[He needs a good ten more seconds to process this, especially when he realizes he can't pull his hand away.]