![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
WEEK 0 MINGLE
POPULATION: 37
Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base and itβs 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 itβs 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 happinessβ¦itβs 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.
β¨ FULL NAVIGATION β¨
π Locations π IC Profiles π Statuses π Private Conversations π
π Audience Requests π Murder Proposals π Indulgence Reports π
no subject
with a very inelegant yell, Vlad jolts under the weight of suddenly having to support the motor himself. He overcorrects and ends up swinging it overhead, motorblades at the bottom still whirring away at top speed.
watch out, motherfuckers. he's got a makeshift chainsaw now.
at least it can cut through the spiders, probably, right? ]
no subject
[Grell hears that noise and looks back, while ducking.
And gets slime to the face.]
no subject
Ah! Oh my god, this is cuckoo bananas!
[kaz still has his head down while screaming this, but he does steal a peek up
and when it becomes completely clear that vlad is not doing anything to control the flying motor, he just
attempts to push him overboard?
it's not a yeet. it's more of a scram. this is fine.]
no subject
[ Vlad doesn't have time to say more than that, because Kaz's shove throws him off balance, and as he falls one way, his arms fall the other way, dropping the spinning motorblades right down the middle of the boat itself, cutting off....oh, let's say the front third of it or so.
Vlad has fallen overboard and is now drowning with the spiders. But it's not like the boat is faring any better either, at this point. ]
no subject
She's absolutely furious, as she sputters in the spider water.]
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
no subject
I was trying to help get us out of harm's way, until he [here, he gestures at Vlad, wherever the fuck he is now, with a shoe] tried to kill us!
[kaz isn't sticking around to see what comedy cartoon shit happens next, and is just. booking it, swimming down the rest of the river.
he spits out a mechanical spider, and screams in a mix of disgust and despair]
Fuck this!
no subject
You're the one who tried pushing me overboard with a live motor in my hands, you little charlatan!
no subject