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

[concasse]

Minako-chwaaaan, of course, let's clean the--

[Ah. Wait. Sanji pauses in his usual nonsense to run that sentence back through his mind, and he actually balks once he realizes what she might mean--]

You... wanna mess it up first?

task 2

[concasse]

[By now, Sanji's seen those stupid tasks and decides he might as well be a good sport about it all. The kitchen one is RIGHT UP HIS ALLEY because fuck all of y'all, he trusts no one in to clean it right, not even his fellow cooks, but before he can make off for that area, a complete stranger is chatting him up.

Bah.

... Oh fine]

Yo.

[THIS IS OFF TO A GREAT START]

chitchat

[concasse]

-- Awaaah, Flayn-chwan wishes to speak with meeeeee~?

[Flayn needs to love herself and never specifically call on Sanji for ANYTHING, but too late now, she's got his attention]

i

[concasse]

[The hilarious part is Sanji doesn't even flinch at the sight of that monster glob of shed hair -- he's got at least three crewmates with stupidly long hair, and that's not including Chopper]

Tch, you should try cleaning reindeer hair outta the shitty drains. The hair's short so that just makes everything a lot messier than it needs to be.

[haw]

I got the magical ability to speak with animals.

[ he raises one hand to wiggle his fingers ~mysteriously~, while the other strokes the rabbit's head. very soft and fluffy. very good bun. ]

What, ya never had a pet before?

ii

[concasse]

-- What the hell even happened, I cleaned this place spotless last night!

task 3

[concasse]

Hell no.

[Shot down immediately]

Not while your ass is wearing checkered pants.

[concasse]

[Huh... wasn't expecting to see them.

And Sanji is apparently just here for the hell of it, as he's got a little plate filled with rabbit-friendly finger foods, and points to the gray rabbit]

I'm here to feed them.

[yeah that's

that's it.]

Though if they've got a favorite food, lemme know.

[shortforever]

[He comes back, and hm, that thoughtful look. Time to interrupt it.]

Here, chocolate it up.

[He's tossing the bottle towards her before sitting back down and picking up his stick to get it ready for more disaster treats.]

You have to share too, you know. About something you miss.

[fishingforcompliments]

...

[suddenly she has regrets. but she's committed to this, so here they go.]

Ah, well. I was wondering if perhaps you would not mind telling me a little about where you came from?

[extracrispy]

[He won't correct him because, well. It was a "festival," but they sure were being offered as entertainment to the blood gods.]

Yup. [Popping that "p."] Wanted posters, if you wanna be precise. A big, ol' load of shit.

[voidbreaker]

[ incoming cleaning cloth sanji, duck or grab ]

The note says it might not stick. Guess it’s time for a do-over.

[slobjection]

True, but just be prepared for the possibility that we may not get what we want.

[ gentle warning ]

[shortforever]

Really? I mean, I know they exist, but I thought you'd be into like...ballroom dancing.

[concasse]

-- Oi! Nobody get any shitty ideas about this kitchen's knives from this!

[Yes, he is

threatening everyone to keep their hands to themselves because the chefs need utensils to use???]

kitchen

[shortforever]

If you're offering to make something, then I won't stop you.

[Given Chuuya's inability to cook real food, he is all about bumming food off of others.]

[concasse]

-- THERE WAS A SEX BOAT?

[Looking utterly scandalized but perhaps not for the reasons anyone assumes]

[fishingforcompliments]

...

[she nods, but she doesn't look happy about it]

Yes, I will be prepared.

[overruns]

[ He's solidly on the fence about whether to take him seriously or not. Leaning towards not? Even so, he looks at how easily he pets bunny with such ease with an obvious twinge of envy. ]

Not unless you count a steed as a pet. Truthfully we— [ a small wince ] we were more likely to hunt rabbits than keep them as companions.

[bittybat]

Yes. Camping is child's play compared to the training I've been through.

[HE SHOULD NOT BE PROUD OF THIS, BUT HE IS. Very proud. Of this.

Pennyworth puts a paw on his arm and meows desperately, but Damian continue to twirl the stick gently to try to get it to cool off before he starts giving any of it to the cat.]

[unpredicktable]

[ he also gets it. the fuck boat is terrible. but he nods at her ]

Yeah. I guess between the guy yelling about it and the invasive bus passes, it's hard to forget? [ it's said with amusement, though ] Beauregard, right?

[recrypt]

[ sweet summer guy you don't know the half of it. ]

Let's just say there's a reason why I had myself do it rather than Akira, hm?

[slobjection]

I think most, if not all of do.

[ he certainly did ]

Not a bad idea to kill time until we get the opportunity to go back.

[disreguarded]

[ beau just... slowly... looks over at him ]

Holy shit, were you dead for the whole bus conversation about this?

[fishingforcompliments]

Oh, I can do that quite well. [balls are fun!! she's been to exactly one, but she enjoyed it.] But our options are limited if we cannot find gloves, are they not?

And someone here taught me a dance which required no holding of hands whatsoever.