WEEK ZERO: MINGLE - OVERFLOW

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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]

[Having already gathered the dirty dishes and utensils from around the kitchen, Threepio deposits them next to think sink before heading towards a selection of cleaning supplies]

I am, sir. Although I was more commonly referred to as a "droid" before arriving...wherever we are.

My primary function is facilitating communications between droids and humans, so I'm happy to answer any questions. It seems I'm something of a rare sight for many here.

[He begins to wipe down counters, and the motion is perfectly circular and consistently even in speed]

[concasse]

That makes it seem like humans couldn't understand droids or some shit...

[Sanji sounds mystified by the whole thing, but then again... well. Chopper is someone who can communicate with other animals given his nature, so perhaps it's not that strange a concept.

Regardless, he's going to do his part and methodically go through the dishes as promised--maybe not perfect, but there is a mark of experience in how he quickly clears through the piles]

[machinetranslation]

Most droids aren't quite as well-spoken as I am, you see. In fact, I'd say most rarely communicate directly with humans or other organic species. And most humans don't exactly seek them out for conversation.

[Finishing with the counters, he spots and grabs a broom, noticing Sanji's quick work as he passes by.]

Have you worked in kitchens for a long time, Master Sanji?

[concasse]

Eeeh... Is that right...

[Uttering a long, surprised hum at the explanation, and Sanji automatically commits it to memory. He's still dwelling on the topic when he's asked that question]

Mm? -- Oh yeah, for as long as I can remember. Grew up on a floating restaurant.

[machinetranslation]

A floating restaurant? That sounds rather exciting.

[now he's sweeping in ordered, straight lines up and down the floors]

I imagine you must have enjoyed it to have continued along as a chef.