Week 1 Mingle

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POPULATION: 35

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

Good thing, too. After the deaths of Tamaki Suoh and Beauregard, the tension around the base may be a bit higher than it was before. Should anyone try to contact the deceased or review their profiles, they will find that they have been deleted from everyone's phones.

Or maybe you don't care and this is life as usual. That's fine, too. With everything in working order once again, the elevator reveals that it may now visit the second floor. Perhaps it’s worth checking out these new areas, free for exploration.

While you can't contact the deceased, the Avatars are once again available via their eight symbols. Shoot them a message, have a chat with them, and see what you can learn. Perhaps you'll find it easier this week.

But...while adjusting to life here may be easier to handle, you may find other things which used to come easy have been tempered this week. Are you well-known for your swordfighting skills? Suddenly you'll find you can barely hold a blade. Do you pride yourself on your sociable personality? A crippling shyness may overwhelm you, making it difficult to speak to people at all. As the week goes on, it becomes clear that the special trait or skill you've invested so much time and energy in is no longer something that comes easily to you.

Looks like it's back to the basics.

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Comments

[enfangs]

Wow, this sounds like it's going to be a fucking disaster.

[but white will join in anyway...

but whenever the bottle points at him, he'll take a drink before thinking. hm why is he already getting tipsy but also wow coming up with facts is hard.]

Let's see... used to sell balloons, but it ain't whatever you're thinking.

[whoo spins the bottle again, feel free to have it land on you or not or whatever]

[mukagen]

Sell balloons? Like at an amusement park?

[ The thought is really cute! Gojou is learning more about horny wolf boy. ]

[enfangs]

[unfortunately the truth is not that cute]

Nah, nothing that public.

[mukagen]

[ nooo... His cute imagination is ruined. ]

Okay, tell me more about these balloons! I'm curious.

[enfangs]

[sorry gojou ): sometimes you do not live a cute life]

Well, we filled them up with this vapour and sold them to people. Like, underground, y'know? I was the one in charge of it. It was a pretty shitty job, actually.

[mukagen]

I see, I see.

[ Gojou doesn't seem all too sad about it since White is here, not selling these balloons in the underground. ]

Did you ever get a better job?

[enfangs]

Well, everyone involved died, so yeah, I guess that counts as moving on.

[mukagen]

[ OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY........................

Gojou touches his shoulder? ]

[enfangs]

[?

white just gives him a blank look, he sees nothing wrong here.]

[mukagen]

[ How do you just dump that everyone involved died and look at him like that. ]

Well, I hope you have other friends to keep you company.

[enfangs]

Huh? Oh, they weren't really my friends.

[so no skin off his back?]

[mukagen]

Then that's great to hear!

[ Even if people died. ]

I do want to ask though... Are you popular?

[enfangs]

W-What? Where is this coming from?

[fluffier]

[ How fun! Yuel is more than happy to take a shot of her own when the bottle lands on her, smiling at White. ]

What kinda balloons?

[enfangs]

Vapour balloons.

[what the heck does that mean]

[fluffier]

What the hay does that even mean?

[enfangs]

[how... how to explain this...]

There's this vapour inside the balloons, you see? And you drink it. I mean, not me. The people who buy 'em.

[fluffier]

Isn't vapour... air? How d'ya drink it?

[enfangs]

You know...

[he makes vague gestures that explain absolutely nothing]

[fluffier]

[ ??? ]

. . .

[enfangs]

Uh...

[he mimics sipping the air?]

[fluffier]

[ what is doing... is this some weird air sex act ]

Okay... [ Anyway, ] I'm the inventor of usin' foxflame to cook food!

[enfangs]

[no!!!]

The what now?

[fluffier]

Foxflame.

[ She holds out her hand as if expecting fire to appear which it... obviously doesn't. ]

It's a special power where I come from! A lot more useful than drinkin' air.

[enfangs]

Hey, the vapour's useful! What do you do, just throw fire around?