WEEK SIX: MINGLE

[gatonina]

WEEK SIX

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POPULATION: 22 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 stretch your legs now that last week's effect has vanished. It looks like you have access to all that Camp Gatonina has to offer you. 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 Wen Ning 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, Junpei will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Veronica doesn't seem to be stationed at any set location. Maybe it's her week off? Oh, well. Seems like if you want to get ahold of her, 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. While the injuries you magically regained are now gone, it seems like the camp isn't done messing with your physical appearance. Upon waking up on Monday, everyone will notice that they have undergone a transformation. Perhaps you have gained animal features. Or, perhaps, you have transformed into a creature from mythology or fairy tales. Whatever the case, though your personality will remain the same, it seems like you're no longer the type of being you used to be — human or otherwise. You will not gain any enhanced senses or abilities from this, but... well. Good luck, everyone. It's creature transformation week.

Comments

[successives]

music hall

[Now that she has both hands back, anyone who goes near the music hall is going to hear a variety of different songs coming from the piano. She doesn't look away from the instrument until whatever piece she's currently playing is done, completely focused on the song, but if she looks up and notices someone else:]

...Sorry, I didn't see you there. Did you want to use it?

[She has a pair of cat ears that she's fervently ignoring, also.]

outdoor theater

[She's only heading here briefly to see what group is being showcased this week, and when she sees who it is...]

...Huh.

[It's maybe a little selfish to be relieved, but. She sure does seem relieved.]

wildcard

[hit me up for pcs or any other prompts!]

2/2

[wowcool]

[Also...wait.]

[Is that...?]

[He looks down at Wen Ning's hand, before clutching it with his other hand so both hands are holding him.]

...Wen Ning. Are you warm...?

[voidbreaker]

Being angry and disliking ain't the same thing.

[ LILI. ]

Yeah, we do. [ ... ] Do I get my wrist back now, or--?

[coastal]

Mm.... Fine.

[she lets go]

Get me another cup of tea?

[coastal]

[ . . . . she just likes things done easy and quick!!!!

but she peers over to try to see - ]

Oh, I like your wings.

Tried flying yet?

[deadened]

Yes. I-- I don't know how, but...

[he... shyly reaches up to push the hood off his head, where he has a pair of brown bunny ears that match his hair. ignore the icons it's down like it usually is.]

I guess this made me-- alive, as part of it?

[vigilantics]

No.

I'm pretty sure that will just end badly.

[coastal]

Hmmm.

I guess you could always go to the rope course and pretend.

[vigilantics]

castle

[ of course she's going to check out the castle. you can find steph (who has bat ears that are visible)... well, literally anywhere? she's sort of walking around the whole place. at the woods, she just makes an annoyed expression at them. fuck you, woods. when she gets to the well, steph will peer down at it. ]

Kinda useless without any tokens, huh...

[ at the lake, she will just. walk a lot faster, especially when she sees the swans. some might try to get too close and she just fuckin runs goodbye, you heathens. eventually, though, she'll settle down on some steps of the staircase. ]

Yeah. This is weird.

announcement board

[ or you can spot her squinting at the tasks. frowning. ]

I am sensing a theme here.

i

[coastal]

[




wh]

He's.... he's gone missing?

music hall 29384234 threads with eli

[coastal]

[ . . . . . well.

lili made herself right at home with a book, actually? she's sitting somewhere else and looks up when natalie stops]

.... hm? Oh - no, keep going. It's a lovely sound.

[shortfornow]

He didn't return at all yesterday and we haven't seen him since the execution. I can't believe he would worry Ash, Natalie, and Chuuya like this.

[coastal]

Just those three, is it.

[just. gently deadpan.]

.... right, he must be taking it hard. I wonder where he's gone. Have you searched everywhere?

[shortfornow]

[ Just those three. ]

I checked the usual places, but he didn't seem to be there. He's probably making sure he wouldn't be found normally.

[ So he's running from his feelings ]

[coastal]

Likely so, so you ought to be checking unusual places too.

The mountains or the forest....? I know that he usually prefers the lake so - somewhere not there.

[vigilantics]

[ ... ]

I can zip line now.

i,,

[givethemhell]

[Wei Wuxian is here!

He is peering at this wanted poster.]

—Who exactly is this supposed to be, ah? I've never seen anyone in camp like this, so how can they be missing?

MOM SAID IT’S MY TURN TO INFODUMP - 1/??

[chaoticlootral]

[ So, Taako is . . . Hm. Maybe that tattoo was more than a warning? haha. Anyway.

Standing up on a table or something and whistling really loudly!]

Alright, I think it’s my turn to do one of these dumb information dump announcements, right?

Or, well, I’m electing myself for that duty. In the spirit of, uh, I guess either telling people how we really feel, or opening myself up to the hate or whatever, I can finally tell you guys some shit since we got fired and they forgot to get us to sign an NDA.

I had a role, I worked for Purple Heart, on the, um, Thieves team and we had to do a couple of, um, different tasks every week. Play darts for prizes, choose certain people to protect, and— well. Kill people?

Before you start stabbing me, understand we had no right choice here. There aren’t— There aren’t any right decisions about who you choose to kill. You just make a choice and hope you can live with it. If we chose not to kill, we’d would die instead - and someone else would probably still have to kill on top of that - and yet another someone would still have to face the vote and execution. If we were caught, we still wouldn’t have been able to explain, then another would replace us in our role and they’d be made to kill instead. It could have been anyone. It just happened to be us, who kept having to do it every week, over and fucking over. It isn’t as if— we relished it, or had a choice in the matter. I think I tried to explain that as well as I could, as many times as I could.

The weekend before last, I finished sniffing out the rest of the, well, Killing roles. And so I threw a little get-together, there was pizza, it was fun. Once we were all together, each of our teams didn’t have to kill a separate person. We fixed the body count, figured out everyone’s friggin’ team, and figured we’d get the other three non-murdery roles to join us. Hoped we could convince you guys to not seek out any dumb revenge plans - Gold Sequins Club - and concentrate on something other than murder solving. So to anyone who thinks we’ve been sitting with our thumbs up our asses, well. I wasn’t.

If you want to know who to blame me for, I’m . . . responsible for Giyuu, Zenitsu . . . and, like I said, Dimitri. Who, by the fucking way, fully agreed to try and work with us under the hope that you all would realize these trials are a fucking farce and solving them isn’t the point. That we should at least try to work together on a solution instead of chasing our tails in circles trying to feel good about a sense of justice or whatever.

I think we can still do that, but, yeesh, guys.

I won’t out the others, unless they want to. Anyway, if you want to take a go at me, verbally, you’re free to. If you want a, uh, physical go, please refer to my tank squad.

good

[successives]

[She pauses for a moment before she nods. Before she starts to play anything, though:]

Any requests? [...] I mean, not that you're probably familiar with the same music I am, but like - a mood or anything.

[shortfornow]

[ hm ]

Someone who uses his sleeves and bed for snack storage.

[ Time to flick Wei Wuxian on the forehead. ]

[coastal]

Which one's the zip line?

[shortfornow]

Maybe I should just yell that I'm going to dump out his alcohol.

[vigilantics]

On the mountain.

[ she is... so excited... ]

Re: good

[coastal]

[ . . . . ]

I don't know.

Do you have a favorite?

[bittybat]

[No one can find Damian at all during the daylight hours on any day of the early week, and no one can find him any Tuesday. Hm.

Right at dusk on other days, however, he emerges, but not for very long. He's bundled up in a bunch of layers from the clothing shop, and the gray beanie now has slits cut in it to let through the very triangular, thin-membrane ears stretching up from the sides of his head.]

Kitchen

[One of the few places he can be found is here. He has a large bowl he's piling fruit into as quickly as possible so he can nyoom it away.

But he can't resist eating, and he already has one or two things in his mouth.]

Storage Room

[You probably come in here to get who knows what kind of simple supplies. Everything is fine and dandy until you start making any noise in your search, and a voice says,]

You couldn't be any louder if you tried.

[Except it... comes from above? Damian is hanging by his knees from some kind of support beam near the ceiling, upside down, with his arms crossed under his chin. There's a blanket of skin? stretched around his front from side to side.]