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WEEK FOUR: MINGLE
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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. After the events of last week, perhaps you yearn for privacy. Unfortunately, it seems that though your past will no longer be put on blast, your feelings will be made known to those around you instead. Should you come into physical contact with somebody else, you immediately become aware of whatever emotion they are feeling and vice versa. The feeling will linger for five seconds after physical contact has been broken, at which point it will fade. But the knowledge will remain with you. And even worse, it doesn't necessarily have to be skin-to-skin contact like in your first week. As long as you are physically touching them, that will be enough for the effect to take place. Whether you want to or not, it seems like this is the week to wear your heart on your sleeve. Good luck. |
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Isn't the point of twenty questions to figure out someone else's answer with twenty or less yes-or-no questions?
[HE HAD TO PLAY THIS WITH JUNPEI, HE KNOWS.]
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You can play it that way, I suppose. [But Damian looks a little judgmental about it.] Go ahead then. [To play it WWX's way.]
What is my favorite smell. Try and guess.
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Mm... Is it something edible?
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[YOU AND THIS DAMN CAT, I SWEAR TO GOD. Fine. You know what? The arts and craft room is the perfect place for a little crash.
Pennyworth is sitting on the edge of one of the tables, looking absolutely, positively innocent.
On the floor below is a cup of brushes, all of them spilled out.]
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Ah! It's you! Sweet cat! [SWEET CAT. But he's still playing this game--] --Mm, is it plant-based?
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He meows.]
No, it isn't.
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Heh, you're just as much of a troublemaker as always. But let's see, let's see! Is it a smell someone from my time period would recognize?
[Please don't let it be gasoline.]
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Who knows with cats.]
I believe it would be, yes. I will give you a starting hint. [HMPH. As a FAVOR.] It isn't organic.
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He loves this feral being though, and just laughs as his wrist is gently gnawed.]
Not organic, hm... Is it a smell most people would enjoy?
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A large majority of people would enjoy it, yes.
[hmmmmmmm???
Pennyworth pauses in chomping on Wei Wuxian's wrist when he notices that the man has breadsleeves. That's wonderful?!?! There is nothing more joyous than the pocketed sleeves of a piece of clothing. Pennyworth shoves his head as far inside the sleeve as he can.
And then he falls off the table and into the sleeve.]
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Oh my god though Pennyworth is in his SLEEVE. HE HAS CAT SLEEVES. He whirls around to face Damian again, delighted.]
Ahahaha—!! [DON'T LAUGH LIKE THAT.] Be careful in there, I don't know what else I have.
[That's. Hm. Well anyway, he'll just continue while leaving Pennyworth to just do whatever the fuck he wants in his sleeve apparently.]
Is it something you use to clean with?
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Pennyworth, on the other hand, is having a GRAND TIME. The moving fabric makes him scramble to attack whatever is moving in the dark recesses, but nothing is solid exactly, so he just bumbles all around in the sleeve.]
No.
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He extends his arm out a little to give the cat more room to bumble. Enjoy this terrible display.]
Hm... Is it flammable?
[He's not thinking gasoline it's fine he doesn't even know what that is.]
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Pennyworth is very interested in the muffin until he realizes it's not a food item he wants to eat. Horrendous. Why have food at all if it does not befit a cat also?
So he simply bats it right out of Wei Wuxian's sleeves. Goodbye, foul three day old muffin not fit for a cat's mouth.]
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Is it a caustic smell? Something sharp?
[Looking at this ten year old like "is it alcohol".
Meanwhile a chunk of muffin gets launched out of his sleeve while he's just standing there talking. It's fine. He will pat the part of his sleeve where the Pennyworth-shaped lump is.]
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[He is only meant to say "no," but he thought he would help?
He is just standing here while his cat runs rampant inside of someone else's clothes. This is a step away from Jiang Cheng having the ferret up his pant leg in mafia world.
Pennyworth goes still, and then suddenly and quickly fumbles around to try to attack the patting hand through the material.]
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Mm... let's see. Is it from a colorless source? How many questions do I even have left, anyway?
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[HE SOUNDS SO DRY SAYING THIS. Also stop, don't forget your ferret crimes wtf.]
It has color. I'll give you another hint: it's a place.
[Pennyworth leaps away from the poke, but flings himself farther up Wei Wuxian's sleeve. And then he gets distracted from the zoomies by deciding to try squeezing himself through the arm and shoulder toward the chest and lapels.]
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[HIS QUESTIONS RANDY!!!!
Anyway apparently Wei Wuxian is about to become a partial hydra, since Pennyworth can squeeze himself up there decently enough. He is a cat, he is water. There's not much held in the chest area of his robes for today, lucky for everyone involved.]
A place? [SQUINTS...] A... general place? Like "market" or "garden"?
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Yes.
[Pennyworth continues wiggling up Wei Wuxian's sleeve until he spills out of the arm hole and into the front. He clings with sharp lil claws, and after a moment of a single bulge's continuous bulging, his black and white head pops out of the front between the folds. Pennyworth meows, and Damian looks at the sky briefly.
Now Wei Wuxian looks like a mutated hydra.]
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Wow this is terrible, though. Wei Wuxian just reaches up to scratch Pennyworth's little demon head between his little demon ears, grinning.]
A bakery! Is it a bakery?
[That's just his favorite smell.]
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He looks absolutely stupid.]
It isn't a bakery.
[YOU FOOL.]
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Ah, that's too bad! That's a good smell to enjoy. Mm, let's see... A tavern!
[Is he even trying.]