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Week 1 Mingle
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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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[Oh, poor poor Vlad. The red flags are all there. The warning signs are blaring. Its like waggling a stick in a beast's cage and seeing if it will tear it to pieces.]
[Douman will gladly take that as an invitation to suddenly straddle the man, pressing their hands into Vlad's shoulders to shove him back down into the couch.]
You know, I do want to see you eat those words.
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Make me.
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[Well, horrifyingly, Douman is not going to back down from that.]
[Be ready, Vlad, because you're being kissed right now! Lucky for you, except it isn't a nice kiss at all. Enjoy those clown fangs (clfangs?? clangs????)!]
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that said, he doesn't hate vicious clown fang kissing. there's something alluring in the danger there. he presses into it harder. ]
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[Anyways, this is terrible! Douman lets out a little shameless moan into the kiss, biting down on Vlad's lower lip.]
Ahahaha. Didn't know you had bite.
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You don't know the half of it.
[ literally. the half with fangs. you don't know it. this is a pun. vlad is very pleased with himself and i'm filled with despair
If this is how Douman wants to do, then once he relinquishes Vlad's lip, he'll yank them down by his hold on their neck and back, clutching them tightly. you're going to be exactly as close to him as Vlad demands, and he demands it to be very close right now. ]
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You're playing a dangerous game. [And they draw their teeth along Vlad's jawline.] I'm not one who'll be led around by someone like you.
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Is that a challenge?
[ jk, of course it's a challenge, and vlad is not about to LOSE. He may not have claws, but he does have nails, and he's already pressing douman up against him, so. he's just going to dig those nails into their flesh. He may be pinned down like this, but he's certainly not relinquishing all control. ]
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Does it sound like one?
[Is all Douman manages to say, before those nails dig in - the priest shudders, pleased with the pain, and bends to bite down on Vlad's neck, worrying a bruise of a mark into the flesh.]
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Vlad hisses softly at the bite, but it morphs into a chuckle. ]
It sounds like we've done enough beating around the bush, hmm?
[ Vlad is DONE with this foreplay, he is ready to FUCK ]