WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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.

Comments

[machinetranslation]

[Still on the ground, Threepio slowly turns his head to see the dog just sitting there.]

I don't believe I'm damaged in any way, sir, but I'm not sure if it's safe to approach whatever creature this is. We are quite near the wilderness. Perhaps you should alert the administrators.

[hydrogenetic]

...yeah. I'll get right on that. [Said in the way teenagers do when they're just placating adults.] But I think she's safe enough. She's mine. [Mrs. O'Leary barks cheerfully.]

Never seen a dog before? [This is more curiously said, like this isn't the first time he's heard it.]

[machinetranslation]

Yours, sir?

[Slowly and awkwardly, Threepio has made his way into a sitting position, going between eyeing the "dog" warily and conversing with Percy]

Not that I can recall, sir, no. Well, I suppose Miss Isabelle had also described herself as a "dog," but she was quite different to this animal. More of a small humanoid species.

[hydrogenetic]

Yeah. She kind of owns herself but for the most part she's mine. [But as Threepio sits up, Mrs. O'Leary backs off to give him room while giving him a dumb doggy grin. Friend? Threat? Hello?]

Uh. Did Isabelle stand on two legs? [Humanoid...dog?]

[machinetranslation]

She did, sir, and had quite a polite manner of speech and conduct. [meaningful side glance at this other, ruder dog]

I confess I haven't met any other members of her species before, but the Galaxy is quite a large place with tens of thousands of diverse worlds.

[hydrogenetic]

Well where I'm from there's a lot of girls just like her. [Not. Quite like her.] But none of them can really talk so this Isabelle must have been interesting to meet.

[machinetranslation]

It's always interesting to meet new kinds of people you haven't before, I find.

Oh, dear! Speaking of, I've forgotten to make proper introductions.

[Casting a wary eye at the dog, he awkwardly scrabbles his way to his feet and dusts some dirt off his metal body and booty shorts. Then, with as much dignity as he can muster, given the situation:]

I am C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations. At your service, sir.

[hydrogenetic]

[He gestures with a downward motion toward the dog to make her stay seated, and once Threepio is on his feet he nods toward him.]

Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you and uh, sorry about Mrs. O'Leary. She's excited around new people. Guess she feels the same way you do.

[machinetranslation]

[He gives a small, polite bow]

A pleasure to meet you, Master Jackson.

[Looking down at Mrs. O'Leary]

Well, I can understand a certain level of enthusiasm in a new setting with all this activity. Does she have a name?

[hydrogenetic]

Mrs. O'Leary. And she has way too much excitement sometimes.

[machinetranslation]

Indeed, sir.

[Looking back at Percy and resuming his steadily polite tone]

Apologies, Master Jackson. I hope I didn't interrupt you on your way somewhere? Or were you just exploring the camp?

[hydrogenetic]

No, we were just taking a look around. Not a bad idea to figure out where we are and what they're expecting of us, right?

[machinetranslation]

What they're expecting, sir? Do you mean the directors?

[hydrogenetic]

Yeah, them. They probably want something from us that we're not goingt o give them right away, right?

[machinetranslation]

[He looks around the rather well appointed facilities, and all the services that have been made available to them]

I suppose they might expect some kind of payment for housing all of us—although I don't think we had much of a choice, nor any influence over how long the hyperlane issues will take to resolve.

[That's definitely what Percy meant, right?]

[hydrogenetic]

No dude, not like actual currency. Like favors or something. This place looks too set up not to be some kind of trap.

[machinetranslation]

[checks what week it is; oh willful ignorance week]

You mean like some manner of labor camp? It seems rather open and well-provided for. Not unlike a port or trading post.

[hydrogenetic]

Maybe...I haven't really decided yet, but I'm not ruling it out yet either. Guess we'll have to wait and see.

[machinetranslation]

I should certainly hope I've not been trapped in yet another awful situation. I quite had my circuits' full on that island.

[hydrogenetic]

You, me, and apparently the rest of us here. That's what makes everything weird. But if I find anything interesting that says otherwise? I'll let you know.

[machinetranslation]

That's very much appreciated, Master Jackson. Should I hear any such report from you or anyone else, I'll be sure to let the directors know so they can arrange things with the proper authorities.

[hmm...this robot sure seems lacking in any suspicion of the situation at all, and ready to believe in any visible authority]

Is there anything I can assist you with or locate for you, sir?

[hydrogenetic]

Sounds good to me. [Ganba, Threepio.] But I think I'm okay for now. We'll catch up later.