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

[selfinserting]

[It's clear from his expression that her including the detail about it being sanitary concerns him further, somehow, but he just gives a slow nod instead of voicing those concerns.]

[applechemist]

That's so mature of you... I don't know what I'd do if I were in an arranged marriage...

[getdrekt]

[he nods in agreement]

How does it work? Does it transmute elements, matter, or objects?

What kind of science does it use?

[fishingforcompliments]

...

[She can see that. But on the other hand, there are a lot of people outside.]

Would you mind terribly if I simply took a seat to think? I promise I will not try to make conversation with you if you are in the middle of something.

[applechemist]

Um... I mean, all three...? It really depends on what you're trying to make. And there's a lot of potentials within alchemy that we no longer understand.

[ But the act of trying to re-learn what the alchemists of the pasts did... Is... Hm. Bad.

She just tilts her head at that. Kinds of science? ] Huh?

[haw]

Famous last words, man.

[ lookin' at YOU, people like beau and taako and akira, ]

[getdrekt]

[he scoffs.]

It's not strictly physical. You can manipulate it better than an element with fonic artes.

[this part he's happy to talk about.]

What? [he feels like. someone mentioned this in the manner. but it may have been someone he Did Not Respect, so???] As in, quelling them so they rest? Or fighting them?

[shortforever]

Fighting games, duh. Beating other people at them is pretty great.

[Don't ask him about losses. He never loses.]

[wisterin]

I'll support your theory.

[ Shinobu starts wiping up crumbs left on the counter space. ]

We'll have to stay vigilant or hope the directors can work some magic sooner rather than later.

[givethemhell]

[no maybe if they eat enough marshmallows and drink enough booze they will die before they can be killed]

Ah, I should have known that as soon as I saw you, hm? [IF HE'S GONNA GET CALLED OUT HE'S GONNA TAKE DICK DOWN WITH HIM.]

I'm taking advantage of being able to sleep and wake up whenever I want before things start to get gruesome, you know.

[givethemhell]

[HE EATS PEANUTS OFF THE FLOOR, WHY WOULD HE NOT.]

I can draw you one sometime, if you'd like! The names can be a little much to keep track of, hah. Ah - but what's Exandria? Your country, a city?

[givethemhell]

Ah, now you do have a point, there! You could be a good, ah, what was it-- a lawyer?

[Belph for Wei Wuxian's attorney 2020.]

[givethemhell]

[Ah, coping by drinking moonshine from a jar in the dirt. Peak murdergame vets.

OFF TO THE KITCHEN, THOUGH!! He turns on his heel and sets off at a brisk pace, apparently expecting Giyuu to follow since he just chatters away as he goes.]

You should have a little more fun while you're working, you know! This may be the last chance you get before things get out of hand.

[givethemhell]

Aha, I have a feeling you're probably not the only one.

[This said with a little quirking grin. They're all unhealthy wrecks!!]

Want to find somewhere more comfortable to sit?

[recrypt]

[ goddammit kitchen, this is why everyone always steals your knives.

squints at the spot that just got voodoo'd up out of nowhere. ]

... Hey, you just got that spot cleaned, didn't you?

[ what the hell, kitchen, she thought they'd have to leave first before you ruined all their hard work. ]

[getdrekt]

You may be discounting his morning bottles. [SHE'S WEARING HIS DAMN HAT!!! beau reads like a book, though, so it's not exactly hard to pick up on her feelings with regards to the sudden upbeat of cheer.

BUBBLES WEIRD]

I don't know if I like it or not. [but he's utterly given up on avoiding the stupid murder game foods and drinks, but he's still not going to mealtimes. instead, he's apparently just... eating drinks and snacks from the minifridge. okay.]

[givethemhell]

You can say it's strange, you know! Or that you think this is a terrible storage space, or that you're wondering if I have crumbs all down my shirt now.

[JUST CALLS EVAN OUT despite his best efforts... He looks more amused than anything, though.]

[givethemhell]

Ah, I see! So yours must me one of the worlds where the tangible realm overlaps with the metaphysical, yes? Or the spiritual?

[WOW WHAT A PUNK honestly fair though Jin Ling probably just yelled a lot about demonic cultivation and Nie Huaisang probably just yelled a lot in general.]

Depends on what the situation needs. Some spirits just need to be walked through their death so they can let go, others need a time out, and some just can't be reasoned with.

[overruns]

[ he nods—there's quite a lot of them here from the island. it seemed that way with the mansion, too, though he's sure both groups of them had suffered a tremendous amount of death regardless of how many survivors are here.

his fingers go tense, like they might clench into a fist if akira's hand wasn't stuck to them. ]

It does.

[ it takes him a moment, something melancholic in his voice when he finds it again. ] It isn't a perspective I would wish upon anyone. It paints the entire world in colder, darker colors than it was before.

[ he gives akira a sympathetic look. ]

That everyone here has experienced such loss... It isn't fair in the slightest.

[applechemist]

So if this were alchemy... Well, I would need a cauldron, so we'll have to pretend there, too. [ But they were already pretending to begin with, since she can't do alchemy here. So no problem. ] Then we would need the ingredients to make a pie. So... Some honey, some kind of grain, the fruit, and a seasoning!

[ So she dumps some honey, what looks like some acorns, a couple of apples, and some sugar into the pot. With no apparent measuring. ]

[shortforever]

[Oh, he can imagine.]

I guess if it's someone else's power you wouldn't get to use it anyway. What kinda stuff can you do?

[shortforever]

Nah, I'll pass. Like I said, I'm not much of a dancer. You do it so much better than I could anyway.

[coastal]

[the truth of it is that it's less mature and more that she accepts that her father more or less just sees her as a pawn to play -

but she doesn't say that.]

.... I hope that you never have to consider it more deeply. It makes sense to want to marry for love, right?

[applechemist]

Is it?

[ She also has no idea. ]

[wisterin]

You would be surprised about what I could understand, but I'll let you behave like you're sixty today.