WEEK 2 MINGLE

[probe]

POPULATION: 32

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 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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[commedia]

Ahaha. Because of what I am? Come now.

[And a smirk.]

I may be a priest...but truthfully, gods are only as powerful as people may make them. They can be easily torn down as much as anything. If you say worship is a lie...well, that hardly surprises me.

[probe]

No, because you're an Envy.

[PRIDE, PLEASE.]

[commedia]

[A little twitch of the mouth at that.]

Mmm. Perhaps you are jumping to conclusions. You don't really know me, do you? You just assume.

[probe]

Don't need to know anything about you to know I want nothing to do with you.

[commedia]

Well, that's hardly fair. We haven't even talked before this.

[A pause.]

...Do you want to kill me as much as you want to kill him, hm?

[probe]

No, I don't. You haven't given me a reason.

[commedia]

Oh! I'm glad. Thank you.

[Douman actually smiles at that?]

[probe]

[what

they just. look at them?]

Don't... mention it.

[commedia]

[Douman seems strangely happier, moving back to look over the chapel with a hum.]

...If you don't like a place like this, though, full of lies...shouldn't you just get rid of it?

[probe]

If I were able, I would.

[commedia]

But you can't? That's unfortunate.

You could at least make a mess. Make this place unusable.

[probe]

Hm.

[they shrug.] If you want to destroy this place I won't stop you.

[commedia]

Ahaha.

[They step up to the wooden altar. With a clawed fingernail, they scratch a hard line through the wood on the side.]

I am not one for making messes. But the thought is...tempting.

[probe]

[they watch them do this, claws twitching.]

Make someone else do it for you.

[commedia]

Should I?

[They look back at Pride, smiling.]

Will you give me permission to? Or should I leave well enough alone?

[probe]

Do what you'd like here.

But if you destroy the garden I will dump your body where nobody will find it.

[commedia]

...Eh?

[Douman actually stares at Pride like they've grown a second head.]

Why in the world would I destroy the garden?

[probe]

Don't know. Some people would.

Don't do it. Otherwise I don't care.

[commedia]

...You really think the worst of people before you get to know them, hm?

[A light chuckle.]

Did you grow everything in that garden on your own?

[probe]

Nobody has ever proven me wrong.

[dryly.]

The garden grows on its own. It doesn't need my help.

[commedia]

[A shake of the head. The bells jingle.]

It may grow on its own, but it flourishes into beauty under a loving hand, doesn't it?

[probe]

[they look up at the statues.]

Wouldn't ever describe me as loving, necessarily.

[commedia]

You may not think of yourself as loving, but life is a precious thing, indeed. To impart it, to keep it thriving...

There's a gift in that, you know.

[probe]

[that just - makes them laugh, actually. it's not a nice sound. it's bitter, and harsh.]

Right. Not a gift I have.

[commedia]

Mmm? Am I hearing you correctly? If you don't believe me, why not tell those pretty flowers of yours the same thing? Go on! Tell them that you have absolutely no gift to care for them.

Not that they can answer, but if it really doesn't matter, why water them, and place them in soil, and let them bloom? An average person would let most of them wilt in a few days, unknowing of their temperaments. Don't be so cynical. Recognize what you have.