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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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[Imagine Wei Wuxian trying to survive in a place like that...]
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I would never make it!
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[Just BEAMING AT ESCHA. He's a hooligan.]
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[ she isn't sure if she's supposed to be. sympathetic or if she's supposed to laugh... ]
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They did, they did! Broke too many rules. The last straw was punching someone who really did deserve it, haha. How could I possibly regret that?
[RIP Jin Zixuan who do this day he will not stop bullying.]
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What did they do?
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[Said so simply! He'll punch a man for insulting his loved ones!! He'll also murder a man for the same thing.]
Over time he found his brain, but when we were kids, he was very adamant about not wanting to marry her. She was always too good for him, anyway.
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[He was a TERRIBLE ONE.]
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... Do they get along better now? Did they end up getting married? [ She's so invested. ]
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They were killed some time ago. [He's still smiling, but it's softer than before.]
They did get married, though, yes. That man managed to turn himself around and stopped being an idiot. In the end, he loved her quite fiercely.
[This is the nicest thing he'll ever say about Jin Zixuan.]
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Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up something painful...
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No need to apologize. [No one knows since he doesn't say shit about anything ever.] I still like talking about my shijie, after all!
[And roasting her dead husband.]
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[This is probably the most tendie he's ever openly sounded! It's clear he loves his sister a lot.]
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[ Which. Makes this a pretty depressing conversation, really. ]
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[DEPRESSO... THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT.]
Someday I could teach you one of the recipes I learned from her! Though my versions can't really compete, haha.
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[ She would offer to make it for him, but that seems a little pointless if he knows the recipe himself... And maybe a little intrusive, too. ]
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[He raises his hands and flexes his fingers for good measure.]
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[For what?? A mystery. They are just sticklers. That's just their existence.]