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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
WEEK ZERO | |
| ▽ FULL NAVIGATION ▽ LOCATIONS ▽ STATUSES ▽ IC PROFILES ▽ IC RULEBOOK ▽ MURDER PROPOSALS ▽ PCS ▽ CURFEW ▽ AUDIENCES ▽ CAMP STORE ▽ REPORTING |
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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no stop he can't even walk fastly away
the BUN ]
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A little stuck, huh?
[ her voice is very, very quiet. to not disturb the sleepy bun! ]
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I thought rabbits were supposed to be skittish of strangers.
[ not immediately dropping themselves on people's feet? hello?? ]
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[ Ash Carbide, bunny magnet ]
Do you have any pets back home? Maybe they can sense you're an animal lover.
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[ just to drop the mood, immediately ]
...
[ ............... ] Guess you could say we’ve got a bunny, but she’d probably punch me if she heard me comparing her to a literal rabbit. [ haha! nicknames. ]
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she drags a smile out from somewhere at the image Ash presents ]
What, your girlfriend doesn't like rabbits? But they can be so fierce!
[ though the ones here apparently aren't ]
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Girlfriend?
[ that’s hilarious. ]
Nah. Classmate. It’s a nickname — accurate one, though, she could kick most people’s ass.
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... Like, literally kick their asses, or metaphorically?
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Literally. I mean she’s use Claimh Solais but it’d still be her administering the asskicking.
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Then wouldn't Thumper be a better nickname?
[ :D? ]
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Can’t change it now, Little Bunny’s stuck.
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Ah, my bad. I didn't realize she'd been officially christened.
[ Little Bunny, now and forever... ]
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Official as that kind of stuff gets, sure.
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I see... the name has spread among her social circle... There's no escape for her.
[ ripip, "Little Bunny" ]
What's "Claimh Solais"?
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I don't think I could tell you, even if I tried? Only she can use it though. It's a combat shell, and kinda like an AI? It talks, but I don't know what the hell it's saying.
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[ she's picturing someone rolling around in a mecha egg now, thanks ]
Like... armor?
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[ shit. ]
It's not armor, it's like a weapon? It does its own thing but listens to what she wants to do? [ fuckin. combat shells. ]