Week 1 Mingle

[probe]

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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[toesies]

Remember what I just said about diseases...?

[Takeru, please.]

[dotcom]

[ he sighs. ]

Yeah, yeah...

[toesies]

[Echoing that sigh.]

Shall we scoot?

[dotcom]

[ he just looks at everyone else who is just

a little too close right now. ]

Let's go.

[sengokus]

Sheila-san, do you need anything?

[he just

looks aggravated but maybe mom will be truthful]

The... everything is making it hard to tell what the injuries are, but we can either treat them here or in the medbay.

[toesies]

[A shake of her head.]

I may have dislocated a finger, but I can line it up myself. [AWKWARDLY.] Help them first, please?

[sengokus]

... okay.

[that sounds painful but admittedly a little less than whatever the fuck else is happening here]

Text me if you need anything else.

[toesies]

My other nine fingers will be ready in case of an emergency, don't worry.

[It's fine.]