WEEK ONE: MINGLE - OVERFLOW

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WEEK ONE

▽ FULL NAVIGATION ▽ LOCATIONS ▽ STATUSES ▽ IC PROFILES ▽ IC RULEBOOK ▽ MURDER PROPOSALS ▽ PCS ▽ CURFEW ▽ AUDIENCES ▽ CAMP STORE ▽ REPORTING

POPULATION: 39 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 seems the fog has receded enough to reveal a few new locations. 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 Purple Heart 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, Winter Wizard will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Black Shadows 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. As you explore the camp, however... You may find yourself confronted by scenes from a not so distant past. Or, perhaps, the so-called-movies playing on the big screen are completely foreign to you. But that's not all you will have to deal with this week. Continue skimming the edges of the forest, and you will find yourself going down memory lane. Literally. To further complicate matter, at the start of this week everyone will wake up with a tattoo of a star on the back of their hands. Though you will be unaware of its purpose at first, it will quickly become apparent the moment you say the words "I wish" out loud. It's a wish granting star! Or, well, sort of. Regardless of what you wish for, the result of the wish is always material, small, and never actually useful for what the character actually desires. They cannot cause effects or change anything, nor will it result in a weapon or items that can be used to solve a murder. For example, wishing for an exit will result in an Emergency Exit sign materializing in your hands. You will all get three wishes each. The star will become fainter with each wish, until disappearing once they make their third wish. All items gained through this effect will disappear once Week 2 officially begins. Good luck.

Comments

[shixiong]

farmland.

[ this is a task that is at least familiar. though he didn't exactly do a lot of groundskeeping in his duties in the ghost city, there is nothing confusing about helping with the harvest or picking weeds. in fact, it's the sort of mind-calming activity that helps with, you know, not thinking about the fact that you're stuck in murder camp, so!

armed with his trusty shovel, yin yu can be found mask on and working out in the fields on wednesday after the rain, digging out the roots of pesky, pesky weeds. if you're struggling trying to get one out by the roots, don't get too surprised when someone speaks up behind you. ] ...I can get underneath it. If you pull it up with a little extra force, it will come out.

[ hi. masked, still somehow in all of his dark clothes despite the warm weather, here is yin yu, the earth master shovel tip down in the ground near the particularly stubborn weed. sorry for the startle. ]

teaching: at the lake.

[ yin yu is kind of a jack of all trades, master of none type of person, which means he is well equipped to teach any number of things. the easiest and most familiar is martial skills, especially with the impending week and whatever nightmarish dueling techniques they could end in; the faster someone can incapacitate someone else, the faster... well, you know.

so. at some point in the week, if you're looking for something to learn, yin yu is more than happy to teach a little self defense! if you're an early riser, you can catch him out by the lake. at sunrise, he's settled with his legs crossed at the beach, eyes closed, mask to the side of his head and motionless--meditating. but, after a while of that, yin yu will move into his morning routine. mask off, gloves off, sleeves rolled up, and practicing through martial arts stances with all the expertise of someone who has done it their whole life. he's used to not having any qi nowadays, and so, his motions are quite human, though still very quick, as he passes through a series of kicks and punches, dodging from an invisible foe towards the end and flipping backwards, very gracefully. tada... ]

teaching: at the mess hall.

[ not every skill has to be survival based, though, even if one is more useful than the other. being a cultivator comes with a few tricks and tools, and he has many, one of which is calligraphy! yin yu has requested a few small items from the directors and has set himself up at one of the tables. in front of him is a pot of ink, and a brush, and a couple of sheets of paper.

it's not a lot, but it's something. all he has to do is get some pupils of some kind, so. his quiet voice speaks up if you're passing by. ] Excuse me. Have you finished your task to learn something, yet? I might have something to teach.

[ otherwise, you might find him writing an example out in characters, his handwriting neat and crisp and lovely. ]

wildcard.

[ somehow i wrote this top level and there were still more tags on the overflow than when i started it on the main post yesterday. get at me if you want something or send me a disco if you've got an idea for pcs instead ♥ he can ostensibly teach just about any useful skill you can imagine in ancient china times and needs to be taught, too. ]

laaaaake

[okitactless]

[Whenever Yin Yu decides to open his eyes from meditating, he'll see one (1) potato sword crouched in front of him, staring curiously.

That's it that's the tag.]

crying

[shixiong]

[ really, he should not be easy to sneak up on.

but, when he finishes a cycle of his breathing and finally opens his eyes again there is a person right there. yin yu nearly jumps out of his skin, jerking backwards and half into a fighting position before he stops himself, and it all sags out of him. ]

....Yasusada, what are you doing. [ you're going to give him a heart attack. (deja vu.) ]

he does his best

[okitactless]

Hello, Yu-kun!

[As if he didn't obviously just scare the shit out of Yin Yu]

I was watching you to see if you were sleeping, but it looks like you weren't.

[shixiong]

[ (grows one more yasusada gray hair)

anyway, now that he's mostly gathered, he actually processes yasusada's greeting. Why would I be sleeping sitting up, he wonders... ] ...I was meditating... is that not something you would do? Or... the master of yours?

[ swordsmen who don't meditate???? ??? ?? ]

[okitactless]

[(A natural variety!!!)]

Meditating? [Yasusada tilts his head, brow furrowed, before he shakes it.] I suppose some of the other swords might, but I don't think Master does.

["is that not something you do" more like Yin Yu is that a real question]

What is it for?

mess hall is gonna be a mess

[bittybat]

[Damian has two things he's carrying: a small, pear-shaped case and a second armful of coarse paper and a palette of something or another.

He pauses to regard Yin Yu first, and then what is laid out on the tables.]

Calligraphy...?

we love messy

[shixiong]

[ ah! this one... a young child....

well! yin yu nods. you get to see his face today! his mask is perched to the side of his head, and his expression is calm and friendly but otherwise pretty much unremarkable. ] That's correct.

[bittybat]

[Better be careful, there's, like, 82472 taken people here who would try to flirt with you, Yin Yu.]

I know how already. [Of course he does.] Do you know how to paint?

[shixiong]

[ bold of you to assume that they would see him sitting here

anyway! he tilts his head.... he does, because it's one of the gentlemanly arts, but, with a gentle smile: ] Perhaps not in the same style as you might. Would you teach me, young master?

[bittybat]

Likely, it is closer to your art than most others.

[Damian puts the case on its side on the ground by his feet. The two pieces of cold-pressed paper are slid onto the table. Yin Yu gets one.

The palette turns out to be a child's watercolor set, and Damian opens it between them. But then he turns retrieve a cup of water, coming back a minute or so later.]

mess hall

[wisterin]

Hello, Yin Yu-san. As long as we can exchange something to teach and learn, I would enjoy becoming better at.... [ She glances over what he has in front of him. ] Calligraphy.

this time we wont be cucked by captcha

[shixiong]

Lady Shinobu. [ with a polite bow of his head, in greeting, he offers her a small smile. ] It would be my honor. Please.

[ he gestures at the seat across from him, and passes one of the paper sheets along, too! ]

[wisterin]

[ She takes the sheet and the direction to sit. ]

This is something my sister would've been better at, but I think I'll be quick student.

[shixiong]

[ shinobu is familiar enough that the conversation flows easier. ]

I see... [ a sister... well, you dont learn much about people when you only know them for a couple of weeks, no matter what kind of chaos you go through.

yin yu lifts the brush, picking up the ink, as he considers what to help her paint! ] ...One of the main aspects of calligraphy and painting is to use the strokes to show your own vitality, as well as the ability to be attuned to the harmonies of the world. When done properly, it can express a lot about the person who practices it, because it's a simple seeming art, but has as many variations as you can possibly imagine. If it's an art to help you feel close to someone, then, that is a good reason to learn it.

[ this is like the most words he's spoken in a while good job shinobu ] Would you typically use a brush to write your name?

[wisterin]

[ Shinobu will freely talk about her family, if anyone asks.

She nods. The theory makes sense enough even if she's not sure how a brush stroke can show vitality?

me, squinting at japanese history: ]

I usually use a pen, but it's not like I've never written with a brush before.

farmland

[baori]

[ sometimes it's relaxing to just do manual labor when everything is so much and awful? weed pulling is never enjoyable but it's easy for giyuu to just turn off his mind for a moment and focus on the easy task before him.

ripping out weeds from the ground and disposing them because that's just what he's told he should be doing. per the usual case, he isn't spooked by yin yu but instead just nods at him when he does offer the shovel for help. ]

Thank you.

[shixiong]

Mm. [ a nod of agreement - it's no trouble to him. he's here for the exact same reason giyuu is, so, it seems he's not super talkative today.

with that, he carefully steps down on the edge of the earthmaster shovel, using it as a wedge to help pull the thick end of the root all the way up so the weeds come out in a full piece. it's a big one, with lots of sprawling systems attached to it. ] It keeps them from growing back, if you pull them out all the way.

[baori]

[ there's no real need to be too talkative while they pull weeds but it's kind of nice to have some company...ish. they still haven't talked that since they've arrived here and given the efforts he has put else— ]

Oh.

[ he'll have his hand already wrapped around the weed when yin yu arrives with the shovel. ]

I see. [ giyuu fixes his grip on the weed and makes sure to pull the whole thing out. ] I don't have that much experience with this.

[shixiong]

I suppose if I taught you, it wouldn't count twice. [ in other words, since they're doing a task already...

but. he pulls upwards; the big weed comes up pretty effortlessly, roots and all, into giyuu's hands. ] ...Truth be told, I don't either. It wasn't an uncommon chore in my sect, but I haven't done it since I was young.

...I try to learn as many skills as I can, though. [ just in case chengzhu will find need of them. you never know what he'll ask for. ] Let's move on to another.

[baori]

[ it's all good, he doesn't mind if he's doubling up on tasks that he's no good with. it'll just mean he will have to socialize more....which isn't high on the things he enjoys but he'll have to make due. he'll do a lot to ensure that certain things can/will happen. ]

It's fine if it can only count for one of them.

[ he'll nod though when yin yu decides that they should relocate. ]

For me, it was likely the same story. [ hm. ] When I was much younger but only for fun.

lake!

[givethemhell]

[Wei Wuxian is not an early riser, and yet, he's out here?? Just sorta. Lying on the beach. Maybe he slept out here overnight... Or maybe he was planning on it and hasn't actually fallen asleep yet. HM.

Either way, he spots Yin Yu meditating from afar and just kinda starts fuckin rolling through the sand in his direction. It's fine.]

—Are you another one of those "wake up at five in the morning" types?

[Rudely just interrupts his meditation like the shit he IS.]

[shixiong]

[ ah... there goes his calm and peaceful thought train..... yin yu blinks black to reality, slowly opening his eyes again, and glances down at this rolling rogue cultivator. there he goes....

ah, he asked a question. ] ...there are many duties to do in the early morning, [ like cleaning drunken, passed out ghosts out of the streets ] and they're often easier to attend to when it's less crowded.

[ so...yeah. it's an old habit, anyway. ] Are you, Master Wei?

[givethemhell]

[THERE HE GOES... Once he's close enough he just stops rolling, but also doesn't sit up just yet?? Might as well continue lying in the sand, considering he's already covered in it.]

Hah, you're right about that. There's hardly a normal soul up at that hour! [Wow Yin Yu would fit right in with the other disciples in the Cloud Recesses, how terrifying. He seems more amused by that than anything though, and the amusement only doubles when he shakes his head.]

On an average day, I only see five in the morning if I haven't blown out the candles for the night yet.

[shixiong]

[ he finds himself thinking with clarity that....yea that checks out. this guy seems like a night owl. it tugs a little smile to his (for once, visible) mouth, at the familiarity. chengzhu is similar; yin yu spent the first fifty years of his job wondering if he even slept at all--ghosts don't have to, but you never know. now that he knows dianxia, he knows chengzhu's proclivities for night activities include laying in bed and staring at him for hours at a time, unfortunately. ]

Perhaps you're a bit of a ghost yourself. [ considering. he looks down at him laying in the sand like a weirdo from where he's perched for a long moment. ] ...is that what you're doing, then? [ staying up all night...? ]