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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Comments

[commedia]

[A grin.]

You ask me that question back as if believing it has an answer! I can't say! Ahaha. This humble priest created extra bodies for themselves, and they were quite indistinguishable from the original, mm!

[sophistications]

Ah? [What.] If I may ask, why were extra bodies created?

[commedia]

To escape death, and destruction. One body dies, the other lives on. A sort of pseudo-immortality.

[sophistications]

Reincarnation...? [He mumbles that to himself as he's busy trying to math that out.] Then do the clones continue to make other clones? What if a clone forgets how to do so?

[He does not consider that this is anything but the absolute truth so I'm sorry and also Crystal what the fuck.]

[commedia]

Some can make other copies of bodies, yes. And why would one forget? Ahahaha. They are all me, in a sense. And as one who is their creator, I can sense what each are doing, and make them act however necessary, hm!

[look sometimes you literally are hiding behind 46789876 ghost skeleton bodies]

[sophistications]

[...there's a glance back to the pods, even if he's not quite looking that closely.]

Can you make these ones act as you please?

[commedia]

Not at all.

[They also glance to the bodies.]

I didn't make these, after all.

[sophistications]

An even bigger mystery, and also a violation of privacy! [Horrible.]

...you don't truly think they could replace us if one of us dies, do you? [He would rather people just not die, actually.]

[commedia]

I do think that could be possible, yes.

[Just! Says that lightly!]

[sophistications]

[...hm.]

And with that, what do you suppose our chances are of losing someone to a situation like that...?

[Is he gauging how likely they are to murder? Perhaps.]

[commedia]

Oh, likely, if one of wants to indulge in something such as murder. It is a rather ominous sign, to have a room like this ready...

[sophistications]

...what if one of us is already dead? And we're being haunted by their ghost?

[commedia]

Ahaha. Well, I am a Heroic Spirit...

[NOT HELPING]

[sophistications]

[...unfortunately he's very himself so he reaches up and kind of pokes them in the cheek?]

I've never met a heroic ghost before...or an unheroic one, actually! How wonderful of you to join us.