WEEK TWO: MINGLE

[gatonina]

WEEK TWO

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

POPULATION: 37 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 Winter Wizard 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, Black Shadows will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Purple Heart 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, you will quickly discover that something about you has changed. At the start of the week, every single one of you will find yourselves aligned with one of four elements: fire, water, air or earth. Though your affiliation will not allow you to perform any outright elemental manipulation, you will find yourself reflecting your affiliation through one physical attribute. For example: A fire aligned may become hot to the touch, an earth aligned might discover their skin is now coarse like sandpaper, an air aligned might find their hair constantly flowing in an unfelt breeze, and a water aligned might be................. very sweaty. Whatever the case, this effect will fade away once Week 3 officially begins.

Comments

[givethemhell]

Not to worry! If it tries to eat your hair, I'll just get in the way first. This one seems to like my hair the most, for some reason?

[He's just accepted it.]

[successives]

Your noble sacrifice is noted.

[She's grabbing some oats or whatever is available.]

[givethemhell]

It's a loss of good hair, so thank you for noting it.

[OATS FOR THE DONKEY LORD. Wei Wuxian just reaches into the bucket to flick some oats at this rudeass donkey's head.]

[successives]

[Since he evidently has donkey experience, she glances at him.]

Is it safe to let them eat out of your hands...?

[Or is she going to get chewed on...]

[givethemhell]

Mm, it is! [Here, he'll demonstrate by going over to another, nicer donkey and feeding this one oats out of his palm.

It does get very slobbered-on, though.]

See? Messy, but perfectly doable!

[successives]

[As she looks over:]

Maybe we can just wipe it in your hair afterward. It's already gross.

[wow]

[givethemhell]

You're all going to give an old man a complex, you know?

[SO MANY PEOPLE THIS WEEK! HAVE INSULTED HIS HAIR!!! AND HIS CLOTHES!! WHAT IS HAPPENING.]

Wipe it on your clothes!

[successives]

My clothes don't already have donkey spit on them.

[givethemhell]

Aiyo-- Then just use my clothes, you picky soul! They're dirty enough already.

[Maybe he will actually wash them today..... So he doesn't inflict everyone around him with barn stink and also the smell of donkey breath.]

[successives]

How could he call me picky? Can you believe he said that?

[She's talking to the donkey as she feeds it.]

[givethemhell]

[HEY DON'T LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS CONVERSATION.]

--I'm right here! Don't talk about me like I can't hear you, ah! So rude.

[successives]

Ah, he called me rude...

[Still? Talking to the donkey?]

[givethemhell]

I'm being ignored for a donkey...! I thought I'd already hit the lowest lows of my ancient life, but there's still misery around every corner!

[He is so stupid please just bury him.]

[successives]

You'd never call me rude, would you...

[gently pets the donkey's head now that she's done feeding it]

[givethemhell]

I wouldn't have to call you rude either, if you weren't being rude!

[HE'S NOT GONNA NOT CALL HER RUDE, SHE'S A LITTLE SHIT.]

[successives]

[CONTINUES TO IGNORE HIM FOR THIS DONKEY even if she's cracking a smile.]

Sometimes it's like I can still hear him...

[givethemhell]

[WHY IS HE DEAD NOW.

He reaches out, trying to jab her in the side with his little demon fingers. Though it's clear from how gentle he's being and how hammy he's talking that he's not actually offended...]

I should have stuck you in the radish patch when I had the chance!

[successives]

[She laughs despite herself before she moves away from that jab, finally looking back towards him.]

I'd like to see you try.

[givethemhell]

How are you so cruel to me! What have I done to deserve this? I've only given you the best tips on how to feed donkeys and pull weeds...! You're making me cry.

[HIS HEART!!! HIS OLD HEART!!!]

[successives]

You just said you wished you'd planted me in the earth.

[givethemhell]

I do that for only my favorite kids! You should be honored!

[Honored to be planted like a radish...]

[successives]

[She laughs, a little bit surprised, and - well, a little bit pleased, too.]

Please. I'm not a kid.

[givethemhell]

[ADOPTED NOW! NO ESCAPE!! He huffs out a laugh, arching a brow.]

How old are you, again? Fifteen, sixteen?

[successives]

I'm not fifteen.

[She sounds offended enough that the answer is probably clear.]

[givethemhell]

[There's a fraction of a second in which some distant part of his brain realizes, ah. If A-yuan were still alive today, he'd probably be around that age, wouldn't he?

He laughs, light and airy.]

Sixteen, sixteen! Ah, you can still be a favorite kid, then.