WEEK 0 MINGLE

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POPULATION: 37

Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base and it’s the start of a new week!

After the events of the day before and the meet and greet provided by four new Avatars, you may find yourself wondering how you can get in touch with them again. Fear not. One look at your handy dandy cell phone will reveal eight new contacts added to your directory. Feel free to shoot them a message. You may be surprised.

But before you get too far, perhaps it’s worth checking out the base once more. Those locked rooms from the days before have been unlocked, free for exploration. In addition, should occupants visit the central elevator they will find the elevator in working order (and flame-free) and that a new floor has opened. Take a look, familiarize yourself, and make yourself comfortable. Life on the base is a happy place.

And speaking of happiness…it’s funny. For the rest of the week, all who reside on the base will be inflicted with little feelings of hope and happiness, a belief that they can manifest almost anything. This week, all will discover that any mundane thing they hope for will be at their disposal...though do be careful. Those small wishes may come to fruition in ways you don't expect. For example, wishing for a year's supply of sushi may net you one astronomically large sushi roll. An eyeshadow palette may provide you with samples of actual colored eyelids. And a punching bag could be mistaken for a bag full of confetti instead.

May all your hopes and dreams come true, everyone.

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[fluffier]

No. [ She is staring directly at him. ] Why would it?

[commedia]

...

[A slightly...sad look? Vaguely?]

Wouldn't you want a guarantee that you couldn't be erased from this world for good?

[fluffier]

[ She offers him a confused look in return. ]

Even if I didn't, what these dolls gotta do with it? Just because they look like me, doesn't mean we're the same person.

[commedia]

You don't think so? But what if I put your soul into one of them? You think you wouldn't be "you" anymore?

[fluffier]

[ hmmmmmm ]

Well... I guess that depends. What exactly is a soul?

[commedia]

What a question that is.

[Oh, Yuel...]

I will answer with another question. What makes you "you"?

[fluffier]

Lotsa stuff! My hair, the fur on my tail, my memories and my feelings...

[ She rubs her chin. ]

Maybe. What do ya think?

[commedia]

Well, let us do an experiment. A hypothetical one.

If something happened to you that made you lose all your memories overnight, every single one...would you still be you? Or a new person?

[fluffier]

[ She answers without hesitation, ] I would still be me.

[commedia]

Aha. I see. And here's another question. What if you woke up in say...my body. Just a sudden happenstance out of the blue. Does the body change matter?

[fluffier]

[ She looks them up and down. ]

Hmmm, I would be me-in-yer-body. Me, but not all of me, y'know?

[commedia]

Not all of you...hm! Hm. So if the memories don't matter, and the body doesn't matter...then what actually makes you, you? There's something unmutable that doesn't care what body its in, or what memories it doesn't have, right?

[fluffier]

So that's the soul?

[ She rubs her head, trying to follow along. ]

But I dunno, even if ya knocked out all the memories outta my head, my body would still remember, wouldn't it? And if ya stuck me in yer body, I might wobble all over the place since my balance would be off.