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

[ruffboi]

Yeah, that works.

[Though.]

That conversation after trial was me just covering for the fact that Taako made all of that shit up! I couldn't exactly tell you I had a role.

[Anyway, the rest of it - he's not mad, but he shrugs a little.]

I kinda think you got me wrong, though. I don't want forgiveness, and I don't really feel guilty for doing what needed to be done. I just felt like shit for lying to everyone's faces against my will? I was just trying to tell everybody I wouldn't take it personally if they were mad, as long as it didn't get physical.

[recrypt]

Mmm, yes, some of you were varying levels of it, and you're one of the less guilty in that regard. I'm just commenting on it as an overall group, since it's not like I can claim to know you on a personal basis.

[ruffboi]

Well, that's fine, then. I was just expecting you to cut me more to the core. Really destroy me emotionally. Make me cry. But you just said I was too sorry about murders and that was annoying to you! Weak stuff.

[recrypt]

That would necessitate me caring about your interpersonal relationships and emotional state of being enough, and I can say that as a Doll who was never meant to be here in the first place that I met my capacity for emotional nonsense weeks ago.

I can make a few more completely out there accusations though, if you really want?

[ruffboi]

Oooh, that one's good. Okay, I liked it. I'm satisfied.

[chaoticlootral]

Okay, fine, you want to fucking cry, shit for brains? I’ll make you fucking cry.

Try this on for size: I fucking hate you right now! I really do. The absolute hellbender you’ve dragged me through this round of murder has wrung me out hollow and fuckin’ empty and I’ll eventually get over it but I’m hanging onto some of that resentment like, forever, because I’m gonna milk it until your brain starts leaking out your ears and you don’t even remember it. And even then I’ll just complain about it anyway, because it’s been, uh, a lot! Magnus! What the absolute fuck!

You promised me when you very first got here that - apparently after trying to die every goddamn week in your last game - that you’d finally learnt your lesson and would stop just trying to fling yourself into the afterlife at every hairpin turn. You were a changed man! You were gonna protect me this time. And then what do you go and do?

Oh yeah, try and fucking cannonball yourself into the gaping maw of death every goddamn time I turn my back. That’s what you’re doing.

Well, fuck you, pal, for trying to make me a participant in your lust for the grave by manipulating my Feeling to get me to vote for you, and fuck you double for making me drag your ass to this motherfucking end game once again. I hate your ass, and your punishment is just refuse to let your ass die ever now.

Anyway, how’s that?

[ruffboi]

[Ow. Right in my guilt. Yeah, this speech actually does make him feel very, very fucking bad!

Weakly raising a hand for a high five.]

Haha. Burn.

[chaoticlootral]

[SLAMMIN THAT HIGH FIVE HARD AND FAST, PAL, BOOM NAILED IT SUCK ON THAT ROAST, DICKWAD]

[recrypt]

[ slight applause by which I mean mildly impressed golf clapping, because that desire to die is one thing she would have noted except it means a lot more coming from someone who cares ]