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

PARTY TIME

[ruffboi]

i. party time! also tasks

[Magnus is sitting in the mess hall Monday evening with four bottles of booze (rum, whiskey, vodka and sake if you're picky) as well as cups and some juices, sodas, and jello for mixers if you want.

He's just sitting, but if you pass by - ]

Wanna be one of my four friends? Free shot if you tell me some facts from home or dance with me.

[Feel free to use this top level generally for PARTY interactions, too!]

ii. wildcard

[If you want anything else specific with Magnus, feel free to make it up! Or DM me at sizlaria and we can discuss!]

[slobjection]

Got any grape juice?

[ this entire thread is dependent on the answer ]

[ruffboi]

Yuck! Yes, but you can't mix it with any of my booze.

[Moving the bottles out of his way.]

[slobjection]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[ holds out his hand!!! grape juice pleeeeaseee! ]

[chaoticlootral]

[Oh, no he doesn't really want to share a personal detail about himself with his best friend of like, literally a century, so

making a roll to just try and sneak up and steal the vodka bottle?



It doesn't go super great. He overshoots and clinks all the bottles and then stubs his toe on the table when he tries to turn and leave.]

Fuck!

[ruffboi]

[Taako! Literally why!

Grabbing him by the scrawny arm]

Nuh-uh! You aren't getting out of here without showing me your dance moves!

[chaoticlootral]

[He.


He doesn't say anything. He just. Stares at where Magnus is grabbing his bare arm with his bare hand.]

[voidbreaker]

[ hell yeah that's alcohol. ]

...

[ he's immediately pulling up a chair, turning around because he's That Kid that sits on his chair backwards don't @ me, and dropping into it, folding his arms over the back of it. ]

Whaddya wanna know?

[ruffboi]

Tell me the coolest adventure you've ever been on.

[That's the kind of fact he wants to hear about? But yeah no he doesn't care about the fact he just wants his task credit.]

[voidbreaker]

[ hm.............. ]

D'ya want the time I persuaded a dithering noble to go yell at his instructor from a giant mech; the time I climbed a really tall tower to fight a bunch of secret society weirdos, or the time I stormed a fortress to stop it from coming under enemy control?

[ there's also the time he stored some catacombs to fight a really big dragon but y'know. a guy's gotta have some mystique. ]

[haw]

[ lo, but what's that in the distance, making its way over to the Party Table...? ]



[ POINTING DIRECTLY AT MAGNUS ]

One of those bottles has my name all over it, baby.

[ruffboi]

[WOW! What a man! He claps, but then stands up.]

Not so fast! You're gonna have to beat me in dance combat first!

[haw]

Heh. Buddy, you're lookin' at the undefeated king of breaker battles. Show me what'cha got!

i

[axilium]

[belph holds out a bottle of wine, because aw yeah.]

No dancing, but I'll share if you will.

[ruffboi]

Nice try. Just because you were a chump who asked for weak alcohol doesn't mean I'm giving you mine!

If you want it, you're gonna have to dance for it.

[axilium]

Hey, I just asked for alcohol and she gave me this because you apparently took everything else.

I'll pass.

[applechemist]

[ party time...! Escha sits down, but for now just has juice. ]

Can we trade facts? I haven't heard a lot about other people's homes, yet.

[ruffboi]

You bet!

[Passing her one of the bottles, but if she doesn't take any, he doesn't say anything.]

Tell me about where you're from. Fantasy, modern, or future?

[applechemist]

Oh, modern.

[ It's not modern. But it's modern to her? How do you judge your own world on a scale like that....... ]

Or I guess you could say future, since there are so many ruins around and so much ancient technology that we're working to understand.

[ .... IT'S FANTASY. ]

[unpredicktable]

[ well, dick doesn't drink much because he's boring and, also, 19, but he has to ask: ]

If it's one friend per bottle, what are you drinking?

[ruffboi]

Ooh, good point. Maybe I'm one of the friends? Maybe it's two friends per bottle.

[hydrogenetic]

[Magnus...Percy's poked his head into the mess hall likely looking for anything that may work as a snack for his friend, but instead he sees this set-up and hears the comments before he gets too far.]

You drive a hard bargain, man. You think that counts?

[ruffboi]

[Gasping as soon as the friend shows his face? Sorry, Percy? Who cares?]

Dibs! I call dibs! Dibs on him!

[muragas]

[ she gets a few steps past him before his words sink in, and she backs up, blinking. ]

Why only four?

[ruffboi]

'cause Purple guy wouldn't give me any more than four.

[That's probably not what she meant?]