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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[bonetiddies]

[As suddenly as Vira appears, after comes Harrow and a fourth person. Harrow is leaning against that person who is helping her stay upright; it's not immediately obvious what's wrong, other than that one of her legs looks like it's at an odd angle. Plus her bone corset is cracked; there's a whole ass rib missing, and a few of the other ribs have splintered or broken. And worst of all, she's wearing a jaunty little yellow hat.

Oh, right. She's also absolutely covered, head to toe, in blood and worse - blood and chunky bits of flesh and viscera. The few places where there isn't any blood is almost worse - it's smeared away off her chin, off the arm that's hanging off the fourth person's shoulder, and on her cheeks beneath her eyes, where the tracks are smeared and wet, mingling blood and the messy greyish run-off of what's left of her makeup. She looks like she's trying and failing to adopt a haughty expression; her lip is trembling threateningly.]

Where. . . where's my. . .

[toesies]

[Who is this fourth person? Why, it's Sheila! She, too, is covered from head to toe in gore. Blood, pieces of flesh and viscera cling to her skin and clothes, dripping onto the kitchen floor and making it difficult to discern how injured she may or may not be. But for what it's worth, she doesn't seem to be favoring any limb over the other — and her clothes seem relatively intact beyond the fresh coat of extra chunky salsa. She has one arm wrapped around Harrow to offer her support, a hat sitting crooked atop her head. One of her fingers seems... off.]

... Not all of us.

[Her other arm is wrapped around a black and white teddy bear, with an empty paper bag tenderly held in her hand. It crinkles ever-so-slightly as her hand trembles. Though she doesn't sound like she's in pain, she is visibly distraught.]

We should to shower, too. This seems like a really easy way to catch a disease.

[sengokus]

[well mineo is here. out of breath from running around and like he was actually looking for - ]

Takeru!!

[relief - and some other complicated emotions because hello what the fuck is your hat and your everything, dude. he looks over everyone and - there’s a bundled fabric in his hand that he puts out on the nearest clean surface. it unfurls and it reveals a bunch of gathered medical supplies. wow it’s good to be prepared]

What the fuck. Is - [okay remembering barely to breathe] - Is anyone in immediate danger and do we have an actual doctor I can text.

[otherwise it’s jaunty first aid and Trying Our Best time]

[dotcom]

[ he just points at vira and harrow. ]

They're the most injured.

[ and that's. all he says. ]

[alteracion]

[


she's standing there just holding an apple? ]

What the hell?!

[ she just wanted a snacc. ]

[toesies]

[... LOOKS AWAY FASTLY.]

Hi?

[chevaleros]

[ she deadeyes the apple for a long moment before meeting grace's eyes. ]

Ah, excuse us.

[ she's limping away now. ]

[dotcom]

[ well, roomie seems busy chasing everyone else, so bye. ]

[fatalattraction]

[ i'm so sorry about this but she. might shove sheila out of the way to get to harrow? she's fretting over vira, too, but like, f. is it better or worse that she ignores sasazuka completely ]

Hachi! Vivi! Who did this to you guys?! Misa will kill them for hurting you!

[ hewwo? ]

[bonetiddies]

[Blease don't shove Sheila, because she is using her for balance? She'll stumble a little if Sheila is shoved.

If she's a little surprised that Misa offers to murder, she doesn't say anything.]

No need. They are already dead.

[toesies]

—Hey, watch it!

[MISA, PLEASE. SHE WAS HOLDING HARROW UP.]

[shiftingwinds]

[uh. yikes? my dudes?]

Ah - to the medbay immediately, I'd say... [what did you DO] Does anyone need help getting there?

[she's glad to be a crutch!!]

[notaccurate]

...

[Luca just. Pulls out his phone and starts typing.

Text message to Endorsi: I found Sheila.]

[enfangs]

[uh.]

What the hell!?

[Y'ALL...

he's going over to harrow, except he doesn't even have medical supplies so he's fuckin useless. why is he here.]

You're, uh...

[a mess! wow!]

[gamerbrain]

[ aoi is just. uhh hovering around near harrow, probably in the way of people more capable of helping. ]

Your bones.

[headmt]

[me in a shaking voice: hey gang what the hell

just brushing right past your wonderful new salsa coatings and coming over to help support whoever seems most immediately about to fall on the fucking ground? Hello????]

- What the absolute fuck happened?!

[aubins]

[








wow! that's a lot of blood. ]

Yeah, medbay first then go shower. What the hell?

[niceguyferatu]

[ Just. Blinking rapidly in shock at the sight of this hot mess. ]

Oh dear. Where on earth could you have gotten this roughed up?

[ He's not doing anything to help, really. He's just here. In his stupid circus cape. Watching this. ]

[messybench]

Uh, okay, yikes. I can't help with, uh, medical.... whatever, [ please go to the medbay??? ] but if you guys wanna get fucked up afterwards to forget this happened? I'm ya gal.

[callmemeg]

[ there is so much noise coming from the kitchen what is UP ]

Are you all having a party in here? I think my invitation got lost in the mail.

[ spots the bodies covered in blood and viscera.




oh. ]

...Yeah, I'm not paid enough to deal with this. Is someone taking them to the healing pods?

[holeful]

[Takes all the gore and injuries in and decides everyone else is handling reacting to that.]

Not all of you?
[WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?]

[nodo]

[ well here's your actual doctor moseying for a snacc but once he sees the crowd and the blood...


i promise he has some bedside manner but right now, he'll jus calmly mention this to the crowd at large. ]

Hope everyone's headed to the med bay. Mind that the more severe the injuries, the sooner you might want to take a dip.

[commedia]

[Well, this is exciting. Glad that Gemini effect isn't happening now on Thursday because! Haha. Douman's thoughts on gore and viscera. Haha.]

[But ever so concerned, they move ahead to look at the crew.]

Does any of you need to be carried? You're in such bad shape...

[sistocracy]

[Lenore’s a bit later to come to the kitchen, drawn by all the commotion.]

I’m sorry, what...

Where did all this blood come from?

[executeprogramming]

[observing all that...viscera]

Commentary: It does not seem fair that only some were invited to participate in this bloodbath.

Query: Did you at least enjoy yourselves?