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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[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?!

[toesies]

[Just standing here, holding a lesbian up.]

We flunked out of school...?

[headmt]

[Does she need assistance. Is that her support lesbian goth now. He'll reach over to try and help unless she tells him no.]

Explains why I never went. You said-- You said not everyone made it? Who else was with you?

[toesies]

[...]

Did I say that? It was just the four of us.

[headmt]

. . . Right, later then.

[bonetiddies]

[She definitely needs the most support, but Sheila is holding her, so it's fine, probably.

She's scowling a little.]

Most of it isn't ours.

[headmt]

Most isn't all! You, miss, have reached your fucking limit on doing terrifying things this week.

[what the HELL harrow]

Are you alright? Relatively. Can we get you to the . . . magic healing thing?

[bonetiddies]

[She looks at him a little strangely when he says that, and clenches her jaw hard.]

No need. I'm going to go find my sword.

[chevaleros]

...Monsters, mostly.

[ that probably doesn't help much but sometimes monsters happen. ]

[headmt]

[well, monsters DO sometimes just happen, but vira your ARM? he has no fucking clue how to do any sort of field first aid, so he's mostly just fretting and maybe holding an arm out.]

Monsters where exactly?

[chevaleros]

[ thanks buddy. she sort of automatically takes the arm with her good hand, steadying herself. it's not a strong grip. ]

A good question. [ ... ] It didn't seem like anyplace we'd encountered here. A bedroom, a classroom...

[headmt]

[Okay yes as soon as she takes his arm he'll just move to support her fully. no choice now, vira. Patting her on the (good) hand.]

Alright. If they aren't pounding down the door this moment we can-- figure it out once you're not beat to shit. Come on, medbay.