WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

[gatonina]

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

[selfinserting]

Oh, no. I mean - it's just that I'm not very good at it, you could find someone who...

[He tries to pull his hand away again, sighing when it doesn't cooperate.]

...Sorry. We, um, we might be like this for a while.

[fishingforcompliments]

I will not be bothering him, will I?

[...she hopes not. Because she's going for it! Her expression softens into a smile as she pets him. There are few things that are not made better by cute animals.]

[swordflash]

[ they seldom talked, but lio always seemed to have a way with words. zenitsu stews on them, parroted by beau, for several beats with a vacant expression.

then his hand holding the stick twitches and he promptly throws the stick into the air, recoiling from the heat. ]

Ouch! My hand!

[recrypt]

Hmmmm. Flayn, have you looked at my profile?

[ and noted the discrepancy between how she appears and how much she weighs? ]

[wisterin]

[ She looks thoughtful. ]

Not terrible. [ Hm. ] It feels almost like I could say it more, if someone I didn't know doesn't put in a little more effort.

[baori]

[ WHAT A WONDERFUL START, but it's fine because that attitude goes completely unnoticed by giyuu. people are rude or rough to him all of the time. also it's not as though giyuu is a master of conversation and simply just wants to get things over with in the name of the tasks at hand. ]

Do you have some time to talk?

[ given how ""busy"" all of them are at this point, giyuu has his doubts but it's always worth to ask or something like that. his game has taught him terrible ways to deal with people. ]

[baori]

[ most of the important dances of all time...? giyuu has doubts but nods and looks over to steph in preparation for whatever is about to get thrown his way. hopefully it isn't too complicated. ]

Okay.

[baori]

[ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

he isn't wrong but he. the remark leaves giyuu grasping for words because????? ]

[baori]

[ closes my eyes. ]

No.

[baori]

[ the island was not a blast. do not tell giyuu he thinks it was a blast.....

he'll open one of the doors to give it a good wipe down before he imagines any other kind of dog besides a big one next to magnus. hm. ]

A big dog would suit you. A smaller one might get crushed.

[gatonina]

Oh- free to. Will always accept food.

[true to their word, the gray rabbit seems to immediately realize sanji has food with him, hopping up to sit at his feet and raise up on its hind legs. it can reach very far, considering it's closer to dog-sized.]

She likes cauliflower.

[baori]

[ giyuu also has blank stare and he might be doing this on purpose. is this his lame attempt at a joke or him being insensitive? the world will never know...

that said! he'll explain himself better. ]

I'm a demon slayer; there isn't much time between missions to do anything else beyond rest.

[ leaving out a lot of key details but, you know, if he asks, giyuu will tell. ]

[baori]

[ oh.

oh sweet yams..... ]

The island demanded that we complete a ritual where eleven people were to be sacrificed within two weeks or otherwise we'd all die.

[baori]

[ some people have important priorities that are extremely valid and it's likely that remembering where you put your moonshine would be pretty high on some people's lists.

and since neither of them realize that they can't double up and no one is around to tell them otherwise, giyuu will accept the proposition without much thought. though it does sound a bit silly. ]

Dance while we clean?

[ or more like something right out of a movie... or a play. how cultured is giyuu.... ]

[unfriendliest]

[ he'll lean over to give the bun a little scritch ]

Not bad.

[gatonina]

What is your Citadel like?

[coastal]

[she'll go to retrieve the chicken then, holding her in her arms]

Yeah, she's dealt with us enough that she's used to having a lot of people getting in her space.

[this poor chicken]

[axilium]

Oh dear, did that break your brain?

[recrypt]

Perhaps you should, then, though not too often that it loses its weight.

[unpredicktable]

[ that actually wasn't what he was asking, honestly. he knew talia, and he knew ra's and the league, and that had been enough. if bruce had known about it, he never would have left damian with talia. he's been trained by the best; he can put together the facts on his own. hearing them out doesn't make him feel anything but a low, simmering anger.

so he doesn't quite react outwardly. that response, though...it kind of reminds him of artemis, a bit. it almost makes him smile. it's nostalgic. or maybe it's melancholy. ]

Alfred makes the best pancakes. [ it's what he starts off with, because it's what he actually wanted to know about damian. what kind of person he is. what kind of robin. ] But I said I wanted to know about you, not Talia, or Ra's, or the League. I'm not trying to vet you. B made you Robin. That's good enough for me.

[ so many of his friends have supervillain parents. it only stands to reason he'd have a brother with one ]

[coastal]

[she shakes her head before sighing]

Oh, to have my suitor like me as much as he likes bunnies...

[she's teasing]

[gatonina]

Glad you like assignments.

[their tone is more pleased! but it becomes solemn once more as they continue.]

Teams are part of games. Adds more to consider. Whether helping others from different teams without knowing, or whether others may not help if they know.

[gatonina]

...Break?

[they sound wholly unfamiliar with the concept.]

[bittybat]

[YAMS.]

You're trying to correlate two unrelated events. The tuberculosis became worse because antibiotics weren't available yet. [PLEASE, YAM HIS CAT RIGHTS.] The cat wasn't evil, and he wasn't cursed. It's a legend, a story.

He was a good captain, but you need antibiotics to cure bacterial diseases. They can kill even the greatest swordsmen.

Nakahara is named after a famous poet from Japan who died of meningitis. His son had tuberculosis, too.

[wisterin]

[ She nods. ]

Timing is important.