WEEK FOUR: MINGLE

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WEEK FOUR

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

POPULATION: 29 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.

Comments

[disreguarded]

No, you're right. They're spider lilies.

[ a beat. ] They're not for me. They're Huaisang's favorite flower.

[haw]

Oh.

...memorial hall?

[disreguarded]

Yeah. [ she shifts. ] I - I just don't want his to be the only one without flowers, you know?

[haw]

...yeah, that's fair.

[ without really thinking about it, he slings his arm around beau. he's such a naturally physical person that it doesn't register to him that he'd been trying to avoid it—which means for that moment, she'll only get an air of gloom before it shifts into surprise, and leads into him jerking his arm back. ]

Shit, sorry, I keep forgettin' about that stupid effect...

[disreguarded]

[ oh - she... well.

he gets a like, full on blast of her emotions for those couple of seconds, immediately followed by concern, and then he jerks back and she pulls away even further, looking apologetic. ]

Sorry. I'm sorry. [ she - knows it's a lot. ]

1/2

[haw]

[ the flood of emotions from beau is enough to wind him like he'd been punched in the gut. like, it's so intense that it gets him to whisper a quiet, emphatic "shit" under his breath. ]

[haw]

[ but... besides the brief moment where his eye goes wide, it doesn't seem to faze him all that much. he takes a second to catch his cool, to run a hand through his hair and shake himself out of it. ]

How many times do I gotta tell ya to stop apologizin' for shit ya can't control? Yeah, yeah, I ain't the poster boy for this kinda thing, but. C'mon.

[ he gets it. ]

[disreguarded]

[ she's feeling it, so she knows just how much she doesn't want other people to have to feel it too. she frowns, when he takes the second to get back under control. she wishes she could reach out to touch - it's really hard not to. ]

I can't control it, sure, but still. [ she holds the bundle of flowers closer to her chest. ] You don't need this on top of everything else.

[ ... ] Are you doing okay? [ look, she felt the gloom!! ]

[haw]

[ on instinct, he almost reaches out to touch her again, but he stops himself halfway through the motion. instead, he shoves his hands in his pockets with a huff and a shrug. ]

That's just kinda my default mood, y'know? Wouldn't be surprised if everyone else was feelin' that way to some degree at this point. Most of us are goin' on our third month of murder.

[disreguarded]

[ god, it's real hard out here for the touchy people this week, huh. she hovers close anyway. ]

Fuck. [ it is really like three months of murder, she's not super happy with that. ] I didn't even think about that. It's almost hard to remember what home is like.

... It's kind of a wonder most of us are still going at all.

[haw]

Y'know what they say... what doesn't kill ya, doesn't kill ya.

[ with a somewhat crooked smile, he beckons her to follow him. ]

We better get a move on before someone else runs into us an' we find ourselves in a miserable feedback loop.

[disreguarded]

[ snort. she gives him a tired little smile, and gestures absently. ]

Yeah. After you. [ ... ] Oh - remind me to show you something when I'm done with this.

[haw]

Haw? Have you been hidin' somethin' from me up until now? Ya wound me, Beau.

[ he jokingly places his hand on his chest. ]

...damn. If only that counted for pink task this week.

[disreguarded]

[ she makes a face at him. ]

You could say I... beautrayed you.

[haw]

Please understand that it is takin' all of my self-control to not hit ya right now.

[disreguarded]

[ she actually laughs, which - surprises her, maybe. she takes a second to be happy that she still can. ]

I can't even take credit. Phoenix is the worst.

[haw]

[ ... okay, that gets him to smile a little more genuinely. ]

I take back what I said 'bout gettin' to know him better, if this is what I gotta look forward to.

[disreguarded]

[ cautiously, she reaches out to brush her fingers against his arm. this time he gets something less absolutely miserable, and something more like - safety, relief. comfort. ]

He grows on you. Like mold.

[haw]

[ likewise, when beau touches him, she'll still get some residual anxiety, but most of it is drowned out by the sheer offense of the dad joke. it's like he's groaning in his soul. ]

Uh, gross? I know how to clean and take care of my shit, thank you very much.