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

[machinetranslation]

[once the semi-rhythmic flailing has subsided, Threepio returns to his usual posture]

My, I believe that's plenty of exertion for now. Thank you very much for the demonstration, Miss Flayn. Did you often dance back home?

[fishingforcompliments]

Recently, yes! It is quite exhilarating.

[Also, it's entertaining to see other people dance. She's going to carry the memory of C-3PO's dance moves with her for quite some time.]

[givethemhell]

[THE GLORIOUS SIMPLICITY of a pb&j... Truly top tier. He also snickers at that.]

Did the two of you not get along very well?

[givethemhell]

Goodness... You'd think that if they know so much about us, they would at least be able to maintain every person they dragged into this place.

[HE FEELS BAD FOR C3PO and his lack of oil baths...]

Perhaps you could ask one of them for the right lubricants? Though I can't say I entirely suggest that, or trusting whatever they have to give.

[getdrekt]

...We just rub each other the wrong way.

Also, he's an idiot.

[givethemhell]

[All tsuntsuns speak the same language, dang.]

Hah, I see. Seemed fine enough when I spoke to him, though! And he did come up with this wonderful combination.

[getdrekt]

Tch.

He probably stole it from someone else. He's not smart enough to come up with it on his own.

[voidbreaker]

[ the bun blinks at him.

it does not move from ash's foot. ]

[voidbreaker]

Probably.

We're the tresspassing interlopers here, huh?

[voidbreaker]

If your kitchen staff burn, then you know who to blame then.

[preowned]

Right. That should be plenty of time, and it'll be a relaxing few days.

[ yea! ]

[preowned]

[ ha ha it's fine ]

It's good to find at least some silver linings when we're stuck here. Focusing only on the bad will just create more stress.

[preowned]

[ please don't scare me ]

... anger is valid in times like this, but yes. We can't let that be the one thing that keeps us going. You'll burn out.

[snyaiper]

[He stares at her for a long moment before he knocks another volleyball to the floor while maintaining full eye contact.]

I don't know how you got the impression that I care about other people's wants and needs.

[hydrogenetic]

It wasn't for a while until I was part of a few prophecies...? [Ahah. God.] Let's just say my family history is a little complicated.

[hydrogenetic]

[He gestures with a downward motion toward the dog to make her stay seated, and once Threepio is on his feet he nods toward him.]

Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you and uh, sorry about Mrs. O'Leary. She's excited around new people. Guess she feels the same way you do.

[hydrogenetic]

Filing complaints never works, but I'll keep that in mind. [But at least he'll start wiping down the counters instead of bitching about how things make none sense.]

[swordflash]

[ what a brave bunny. once he's close enough for a good look, he slowly crouches down and wraps his arms around his knees. ]

What's this one's name?

[swordflash]

Ouch! Stop that!

[It's nowhere near as powerful as the kicks Asch threw him back at the house, but the building pressure on his chest is extremely unwelcome. Also, that shoe isn't clean.]

If we're stuck, we're stuck! You're gonna crush my chest!

[swordflash]

Yeah.

I hope it was just us. I can't imagine there being more places like that.

[getdrekt]

Tsk!

[he drops the foot, though.]

Delightful. Now what.

[swordflash]

We can practice some more?

[applechemist]

Oh...

[ rip... slow-cleaning... ]

Well... Maybe if you need those skills, they'll kick in like instinct.

[applechemist]

[ She nods... ]

Right. It seems like they take away any special abilities like that... Even if they aren't magic. It was the same on the ship.

[applechemist]

Thanks, that'll help.

[ Just kind of. Idly chatting, here. ]

I've been cooking so much these past weeks... Way more than usual.