WEEK 2 MINGLE
POPULATION: 32
Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base, and itβs the start of a new week!
Good thing, too. After the deaths of Grell Sutcliff, Kaz Kaan, and HK-47, 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.
Then again...last weekend was a bit of a mess, wasn't it? Perhaps you would prefer to leave it all behind you. Lucky for you, the elevator reveals that it may now visit the third floor. It may be worth checking out these new areas, free for exploration. If you're feeling incredibly ambitious, you can also take a more in-depth look.
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.
On the bright side, all of your skills are in working order once again. Cherish your gifts, little sinners. You would hate to lose them again wouldn't you? But even if you did, you would still have your memories of them. Memories are important, aren't they? Things meant to remind you, and things to motivate you. Your most tragic, painful and even downright embarrassing memories shape who you are as a person, and this week you'll find that others will be witness to these as well. This may occur when you're in close proximity to someone, or it may be when you brush past them. Even the slightest eye contact may set off this sharing of memories, and your deepest secrets will be harder to keep.
Hide all you'd like. You can't outrun your past.
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biome garden!
anyway, she's approaching as they're tending to the flowers.]
Did you grow all of these? You must have a real talent for it!
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No. They grew themselves. I just take care of them. [their tone is... oddly soft.]
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[she smiles.]
They're beautiful.
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They are.
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Is something wrong?
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No.
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[she doesn't look like she believes you, pride!]
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well she falls silent at that because she doesn't want them to leave!! pride!!]
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i'm sorry to sqx in particular, i'm crying.]
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after a few long, quiet minutes: ]
...could I help you tend to them?
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... Fine. [not that they know how to do it either? what is gardening. they just sort of... pull out a watering can from their sleeve. here.]
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They really are beautiful. Have you been tending to them the whole time you've been here, Pride?
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[they say, quietly.] It's the least I can do.
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...you've done well. [like. this entire garden is gorgeous. if anyone commits property damage here, they would deserve to get murdered.] These flowers are important to you, then...?
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[they crouch, to touch one of the roses further down. it blooms.]
It's also something to do.
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Do you find yourself with a lot of time on your hands?
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Well, what sort of things do you like doing, then?
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also don't ask them this they've ALREADY had such a hard time with grace.]
I don't. [pride,]
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... I don't know.
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[she'll just throw suggestions at the wall until something sounds good to them]
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Reading, sometimes.
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