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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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[it's dry, but malice free.]
Getting away from you. Obviously.
What are you doing out here.
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There's snacks and stuff in the mini fridge. [ she's coming in to sit down next to him, even if he hates it. ] And I wanted to make sure nobody accidentally locked themselves in the fucking jail cell.
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[ha ha ha
he holds up the offbrand cola.]
Did you try this.
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I'm gonna be nice and not go as fucking low as I can. [ she informs him. ] And - kind of? I've had soda, but it had alcohol in it. Does that have booze in it?
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[well now he's eyeing it. what the fuck is soda.]
If there's alcohol, it's low in content.
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I mixed alcohol with soda. This probably doesn't have it. Gimme, I wanna try it.
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Grape juice, perhaps? As the parent, so goes the child.
[with a completely straight face, and dry tone. bam, two people wrecked in one.
he does let her take it after that though because he doesn't want to get hit in the face again; his nose is already visibly bruised enough.]
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Fuck you, I drink way more than Phoenix does. He's practically copying me. [ she is quietly pleased to be called his kid, which she does her best not to show. she grabs the soda finally, and sips it. hm. ]
Aaaaaahhhh, the bubbles. [ she wrinkles her nose. ] That's so fucking weird. But good, though.
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BUBBLES WEIRD]
I don't know if I like it or not. [but he's utterly given up on avoiding the stupid murder game foods and drinks, but he's still not going to mealtimes. instead, he's apparently just... eating drinks and snacks from the minifridge. okay.]
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I don't think I'd drink it all the time, but it's fine for what it is. [ she passes it back. and actually, speaking of that: ] Did you get tired of making your own food?
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It's too sweet. [he says, and then immediately takes another drink of it.
for a moment he examines the bottle, and shakes his head.]
No. I'm not going to the meals. But I couldn't make something like these.
[he points. to the crunchy cheez curls. and the other various snackyfoods.]
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I've endured enough shared messhalls for a lifetime.
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Why would I want more people irritating me?
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[he passes over some generic salty snackfood.]
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