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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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. |
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[he manages to get the mustard, but. . .! she hits him with the ketchup first, soaking his poor P5D outfit in red. Akira lets out a surprised yell and stumbles back, dripping condiment all over the floor]
I've been hit. . .!
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[ she should maybe be more concerned about retaliation than her victory cry, but whatever, it's fine, she's in the bus clothes and doesn't care what happens to them ]
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[he staggers back dramatically for a few seconds more, before lifting his weapon]
[and taking aim]
[TIME TO SHOOT MUSTARD AT HER SHIRT]
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she'll try to dodge out of the way, laughing, but he still nails her stomach and thigh with yellow. she also staggers dramatically, dragging her leg as if it's been practically severed ]
Oh no...! The agony! How will I ever go on?!
[ and then she aims the ketchup in Akira's general direction and fires a wide arc. hey, maybe some of it will actually clip him ]
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[he does, in fact, get coated with ketchup. and so does the floor and counter, imagine that!! . . . also he too is shooting mustard into the air, allowing the yellow drops of condiment to spatter all over her and her surroundings]
[FOOD FIGHT]
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Not the hair-!
[ revenge! revenge for her locks! eat ketchup curls, Akira!
... man I hope the chefs don't mind eau de condiments later. and that the mop pole is long enough to reach the ceiling ]
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We've got showers now, you know!
[HER HAIR WILL SURVIVE]
[anyway he is finally ducking behind one of the counters for cover]
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[ it's just mustard, not super glue?
Minako goes charging around the counter, intent on getting a final blow in when, whoops! where'd that puddle come from? well, there she goes, limbs flying as she slips and falls on her ass ]
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Ah-- yikes. . . are you all right?
[he is covered in ketchup and maybe a little bit of mustard. good job, kids]
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she fires one last pathetic glob of ketchup when he gets close enough ]
Victoryyyyyyyy...
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[it hits him RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES]
[. . .]
[and down he goes, sinking to the floor next to her. he has been. . . defeated. . .]
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hey, she'll take it ]
Hey, do you know if ketchup can stain wall paint?
[ or, you know, ceiling paint... since there's some dripping from up there... ]
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[sits up]
[tugs at his ketchup and mustard covered shirt]
[he should've thought of that first]
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[ that's lying around... somewhere... ]
Or maybe one of those detergent pens... But I didn't see any at the camp store, so you might be out of luck.
[ rip dancing jeans ]
......... maybe we should've used flour, instead.
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[RIP
TARTANPLAID DANCING JEANS]We definitely should've used flour.
[oh well. it's too late. now they have a giant condiment mess to clean up from the kitchen and themselves]
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[ Akira was all dolled up, and now he's got nowhere he can go ]
Well, at least we've got stuff to clean up now! Come on, on your feet, that mustard won't wipe itself up.
[ if she hurries off to grab cleaning supplies, she'll be too busy to feel embarrassed or guilty about his clothes. ]
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[Akira hops to his feet though, placing the mustard container aside as he heads for the cabinets. time to find the cleaning supplies!!]
Cleaning up isn't so bad when you let yourself have some fun with it beforehand.
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You know what the biggest let down I've ever felt growing up is? When I found out you can't actually skate on scrub brushes. Cleaning always looked so fun before that...
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