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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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Oh, I assure you the pleasure is mine, Master Wuxian!

And there's no need for apologies. I've found that many of those I'm encountering recently have little-to-no experience with droids, so I'm happy to answer any queries. It's quite a novel experience, actually. I don't spend much time in such remote systems.

[If Wei has made any attempt to like, continue getting ready, Threepio is following along happily, still carrying his armful of toiletries. Otherwise, I hope other folks weren't hoping for a chatter free showering experience.]

[He is absolutely making an attempt to continue getting ready, but he doesn't seem that fussed by his new friend tagging along. He just tossed his clothing in a pile outside of the shower like the gremlin he is, so he's heading that-away, thus sparing anyone else taking a shower from their chattering.]

Just Wei Wuxian is fine, if you'd like! Or Wuxian, or Whoo. [HIS COLLECTION OF NICKNAMES. He'd been tempted to add the rest to it here but it's just not as fun without Higekiri, honestly.]

Ah, but you were able to visit distant places like this where you came from, then? Are you from a world that already has portals and the like?

[Threepio sees his pile of clothing on the floor and gives it a double-take. Wasn't there a changing room with storage...? Still, he's trying to be on his best behavior given the number of unknown cultures he's encountering. Maybe it's Wei Wuxian's culture to throw his clothes on the ground.

Anyway, he's happy to keep chattering about things he knows.]

Oh yes, sir. In many parts of the Galaxy interstellar travel is quite common thanks to a charted system of hyperspace routes. It's the very cornerstone of Galactic society.

I've personally spent the past 40 years—as long as my current records—aboard such interstellar starships. Although if I'm being honest I much prefer to stability of solid ground.

[He holds out a hairbrush as they arrive to the area with the mirrors]

Hairbrush, sir?

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[Thanks for not judging his slobby habits even though he should absolutely be judging his slobby habits.]

Haha, not much for the space travel thing? Does it feel like a boat up there? I have to admit, I've only ever heard about other forms of airborne travel before, outside of swords. [Fl...ying swords.] Space travel is something entirely foreign to me!

[He blinks at the hairbrush, though, before reaching out to take it carefully.]

You're far more prepared than I am, friend! Thank you, thank you. I'll make sure to take all of the hair out before I give it back!

Oh it feels awful, particularly takeoff and landing. All rattling and shaking and being tossed about. It's not so bad once you're settled and the intertial compensators engage, and I must admit there's something about hyperspace that is quite soothing. Provided you don't think too closely about what could go wrong.

[not the biggest proponent of the wonders of space, this bot]

Hair tonic, sir?

[he holds out a small bottle with some clear, pink liquid inside]

I can imagine it'd be bone-rattling! Or, ah- [GESTURES.] -...you don't have bones in there, do you?

[Man he doesn't KNOW A DANG THING, MY GUY. Maybe all robots can have a few bones, as a treat.

He's also looking at this hair tonic like something from an alien planet. He doesn't even use conditioner, like the cave-dwelling creature he is, so he has absolutely no clue what a hair tonic could be.]

—A what now? What's this for?

I should certainly hope there are no bones inside my body, sir.

[Just in case, he kind looks down at his body to see if any bones have been added to it]

Oh, the hair tonic? It's a post-cleansing treatment for maintaining soft and lustrous hair—that's what my data says about it, in any case. You brush it through after showering.

[He also tilts his head to the side, as if examining C3PO's metal exterior for any signs of human bones poking out. That'd be spooky...]

Well, let's hope it stays that way, then! [WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.

He'll reach out to take the tonic though, shaking the bottle.]

Hoh! I see, I see. Really, the things people come up with to treat the hair and skin are something else, don't you think? And the prices people tend to pay for it! Exorbitant! You wouldn't believe how much just one tin of perfumed powder costs. I could have bought an entire jug of wine for the same price.

Well, maintenance of one's body is important to continued function. In my limited understanding, organic bodies aren't so different to mechanical ones in that regard. I myself should very much like an oil bath after being in all that sand for two weeks, but it seems I'll have to wait longer still.

[He looks down at the collection of toiletries in his arms]

I believe there was some form of deodorizer or perfuming liquid among these items, as well.

Aha, that's true, that's true! If you don't take care of it, it falls apart right under you.

[Says Wei Wuxian, who cares for his body zero percent.]

--I don't need any of that, but thank you, kind friend! Do you think there's anywhere we could get oil around here? I'm guessing water isn't the sort of thing you use for washing up, hm?

Indeed, sir. While generally my electrical systems are sealed from any water damage, it has been some weeks and a variety of physical trials since I've had a proper inspection or any repairs.

Given I haven't seen any droids around this camp, I don't believe there's any such maintenance facilities, or the correct lubricants I'd need for my poor joints.

Goodness... You'd think that if they know so much about us, they would at least be able to maintain every person they dragged into this place.

[HE FEELS BAD FOR C3PO and his lack of oil baths...]

Perhaps you could ask one of them for the right lubricants? Though I can't say I entirely suggest that, or trusting whatever they have to give.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask. Even some spot lubricant for my joints would be greatly appreciated.

Is there anything else I could provide for you, sir?

[he spots others emerging from showers, new ~~targets~~ people who might need towels or amenities]

Mm, no, I'm fine! Thanks for the help, friend.

[He almost reaches out to pat C3P0's shoulder but like? Maybe this?? Shiny metal is his skin??? So he thinks better of it at the last second and pulls his hand back.]

Hah - take care, alright?

And you as well, Master Whoo. Do let me know if you need anything else.

[He shuffles off towards someone drying their hair, offering a towel as they start in surprise]

WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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sorry for the wait!! can move to w1 if we want!

thats fine!!

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