WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

[gatonina]

WEEK ZERO

▽ FULL NAVIGATION ▽ LOCATIONS ▽ STATUSES ▽ IC PROFILES ▽ IC RULEBOOK ▽ MURDER PROPOSALS ▽ PCS ▽ CURFEW ▽ AUDIENCES ▽ CAMP STORE ▽ REPORTING

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

[survivaltricks]

[gasp. he named a bun!!]

Cinnabun it is, then. We should throw her a "congratulations on your new name" party.

[givethemhell]

[MONSTER FURRIES. Isn't this just that one dating sim.]

Hah! I see, I see... A strange similarity to have, though. I wonder if anyone else had to deal with anything similar? Yours is the only place I've heard of, so far.

[bittybat]

I'm sure under their guise of not being for murder, they wanted to restrict any attempt, Jackson. Burnsides has an axe, however, so I don't know how well that attempt worked.

[:\ give him something]

[givethemhell]

[PHOENIX'S ARMS. Now he is patting Phoenix's head, though.]

—You're right! How in the world does it do that?

[survivaltricks]

Hn. . .

[a tiny, thoughtful noise]

Would it be worth polling everyone to find out?

[givethemhell]

[HIS SHIRTBREAD IS SNATCHED.]

Hey—!! You can have what you want, but save some for me, alright? That's good bread!

[haw]

Nahhh. She's gotta grow into all these wrinkles!

[disreguarded]

[ THEY SURE DID ]

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna hold you to it. [ she glances back at... the kitchen. and scowls. ] Aw, gross, I was trying to avoid this one.

[ SIGH. ] Alright, but you have to do the floors. I hate mops.

[givethemhell]

They're shoes, but with wheels!

[As if this is the best damn invention EVER.]

[bittybat]

I have a cow. [closes eyes] I can take care of other livestock if needed.

[Pennyworth folds over under the weight of the extremely heavy, terrible cloth, attacking it viciously.]

The rooster is from the last game I participated in.

[givethemhell]

[COME BACK YIN YU DON'T LEAN AWAY FROM HIM!!]

Ah, you did mention something like that before... [Something something servant's way of referring to people something. THAT PART WASN'T EXCITING but now, he's curious.] Who's the lord that you serve, friend?

[voidbreaker]

Oh, like... keep the dangerous stuff out of reach so it couldn't be used against you?

[ ... ] Assuming whoever's stocking them doesn't get caught up in the murdering mess too.

[haw]

[ WHACKS HIM WITH IT ]

[givethemhell]

[you're a lawful cabbage with an interior of chaos]

Mm, only the time being. [He's not trying to be furtive about it, at least. IT'S THE TRUTH. He does intend to go back!! Just not forever.

He quickly nyooms to the other side of the kitchen too and he's honestly probably kicking up more dust than he is cleaning, but Pennyworth is having a good time so that's all that matters.]

Haha, a good thing someone requested it, though! I hope it works for you all. Figuring out a way to communicate from a world without any of that sort of thing in existence yet is an extra headache.

[shortfornow]

Ah, you're intending on starting your own farm in the future. I wish you luck in your aspirations.

[ Said with an even tone. Also rip cat. He'll stretch the cloth out further on the critter. ]

It doesn't weigh that much.

[givethemhell]

Might be a good idea in general, to be honest. If the whole sticking-to-each-other thing is anything to go by, it seems we'll be dealing with another round of "something weird happens once a week". If we have a poll of the things other people have gone through, it might be easier for us to predict what will be on the way.

[Like MEMSHARES which he's sure everyone he's talked to has dealt with...]

[givethemhell]

[YELPING AND SCRAMBLING AWAY. With his jam.]

Hey, hey!! Bread is for eating, not hitting!!

[unpredicktable]

Isn't it always?

[haw]

I was testin' it.

[ this is how we hit captcha and honestly that tracks ]

[bittybat]

Likewise.

[More, like, his entire family, but it's fine.]

[gatonina]

I think that would be wonderful. Maybe with carrot cake?

[akira and purple heart really do have the same taste.]

[givethemhell]

[I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS LITERALLY HOW WE HIT CAPTCHA]

For what! Softness? Freshness? Don't hit people with their own loaves, that's just rude.

[givethemhell]

Mmhm! We had systems worked out. One or two people would know where someone was keeping a hidden weapon or poison. Since only one person was possessed a week, it was a little bit of a failsafe. Not perfect, though, of course.

[Nothing they did there was perfect it was all cursed.]

[voidbreaker]

What, like a vengeful kitchen ghost? Out to ruin counters out of spite.

[survivaltricks]

[they do and it's awful]

[time to see if Heart likes puns as much as Akira does, though the acceptance of the name Cinnabun probably says enough in and of itself]

On if they're cinnabun rolls made out of carrot cake.

But it sounds like a very bun time.