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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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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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Are we having sharing time?
[He assumes, otherwise there is literally no reason someone would ask for his company, he figures.]
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[ He had never been very kind to Ogata on the island. He was an irritating, insensitive man, and Dimitri has made that clear. But he is not so coldhearted that he won't try to get to know someone he dislikes; he should give everyone a chance to show their better side.
So he scoots over, gesturing beside him. ]
But yes, I'd like to get to know you better, Ogata.
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[Cynical as ever. At least he's consistent.]
I'm sure you were taught manners from a young age, but you don't need to waste them on me.
[What with being a fancy prince and all.]
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[ He says so plainly. He's fine talking to everyone of his own volition, especially when they're all a little more open thanks to the Tasks. He doesn't really expect Ogata to believe him though, with that or, ] This is simply how I speak, to commoner and noble alike. Despite that, will you listen to what I have to say?
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I will. You're not entirely uninteresting.
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Finally, ]
I'm sorry you died. I find your attitude truly ghoulish sometimes, but— [ he'd gotten all the villains of their last story wrong until the very end. ] even so, we should have prevented your death.
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How? It seemed like only the murderers and their assigned victims were spared from falling asleep suddenly.
[This might come off as "it's not your fault, no need to apologize," but he's truly just pointing out the logical error.]
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Perhaps there was some way we hadn't seen. Or maybe if we had just solved the island's mystery earlier.
[ What would've happened if he had suspected Giyuu from day one? ]
And... even if we could not prevent your death does not mean I cannot regret it.
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Don’t bother. I certainly don’t. I’ve almost died too many times to be shocked when it did finally come.
[He was ready, a dramatic death like bear mauling suited him just fine. His hand idly rises to his face, tracing the line of one of the suture scars along his jaw.]
When I got these, I really aught to have died of hypothermia, actually.
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Hypothermia? [ he's not asking what it is, if anyone is aware of the threat of winter, it's him. ] What happened to give you such a grisly scar?
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When I was fleeing from Immortal Sugimoto, I tripped off a cliff. I hit my jaw on the way down, and only survived because I landed in the water.
Still, it was only early spring at the time, which in Hokkaido means there's still snow on the ground. If I hadn't been found by a patrol when I did, I wouldn't have survived.
The scars are from the surgery they had to do, in order to repair my jaw. There's a metal plate holding one side together, I think.
[He was on a not-insignificant amount of painkiller drugs at the time. In any case... Sugimoto is a name that might sound familiar since it was on that list of names found in the ruins of the spa.]
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