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WEEK 2 MINGLE
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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MORE HORSE POOP NOW
the clown pulls out a second balloon and holds it out. ]
What the fuck.
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more poop
it's JUST MORE POOP and the clown is holding a balloon ]
My sneaks. How did this place get worse while I was gone? [ HER SHOES!!! she makes a face ] Yuel, that's not a ghost, it's a clown.
[ she goes over and grabs the balloon the clown is holding up and pops it
there's more poop ]
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Anyway, at the appearance of more poop she just shakes the clown harder. ]
Why're ya doin' this?!
[ Which is when one of the windows bursts open with a poop avalanche.
And she just lets the clown go, staggering back, and finally noticing the leather bag around her body. ]
Maybe there's a key in here.
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You had a bag the whole time?
[ the clown is now making a horse balloon animal. ]
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This is the shittiest puzzle. [ it's not a puzzle you idiots, learn to read. ] Let's ignore the clown, I think interacting with him makes more of that appear. You got anything Yuel?
[ yeah grace! that's it! perfect logic. don't read anything! ]
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A GUN MOTHERFUCKERS ]
What are we supposed to do with this? Hold on, I think there's something else.
[ Immediately throws it away and keeps digging until she retrieves... a parchment! ]
It's a piece of paper that says we gotta clean the stables?
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watches the glock go flying into the poop
............ ]
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I think we needed to kill the clown. It's the one making the stables dirtier.
[ this is a completely logical train (HA) of thought ]
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She gets up, and walks over to where the glock is sitting in a pile of poop, half her face covered in shadow. ]
Which one of us is it gonna be, boys?
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not approaching the poop gun.
the clown is trying to shove the balloon animal into his hands. sasazuka drops it. the clown sadly bends down and picks it up and tries again.
this clown is so sad. ]
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[ with shit.
grace hears whinny and turns around in surprise to see nothing? ]
Is the clown. A horse?
[ perfect logic ]
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[ But before Yuel can finish that question, she gets knocked over again. ]
I'm tellin' ya there's a ghost in here! That's probably where all the poop is comin' from!
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[ because of the poop? obviously?
the takes the balloon animal from the clown and pops it. more poop appears. ]
Maybe we're actually meant to just give this place a lot of fertilizer?
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[ grace is walking away from the clown because finding a way to kill a clown without a gun is hard. also to get away from the poop some more. there's nothing here but poop and a river. so sad. ]
The paper said we had to clean the stables, though. What, are we supposed to like... cleanse it of any human touch? So we fertilize it until a forest appears, maybe?
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[ why was killing the clown even on the table? could it be that yuel is the smartest person here? ]
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[ he points at the river. ]
Unless either of you want to announce that you have super strength, I don't think we're getting anywhere with that.
[ i realize yuel wouldn't know about these myths so he probably sounds crazy referencing it. ]
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[ he looks around. ]
Oh. This makes a lot more sense now.
[ the clown honks its nose. ]
Except for the clown.
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she's not acknowledging it ]
What makes sense? Because we're still under a literal avalanche of shit.
omg dw stop eating my tags challenge
But she does know about cleaning stables like a normal person. ]
We just gotta shovel it out.
[ And then she proceeds to reach for a shovel.
—Except jk, there is no shovel because they wasted their item on a glock.
But the clown offers a dog for her efforts, which she accepts because why not nothing matters anymore. ]
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[ although he is not sure the horses were invisible...? this isn't his field of expertise. he knows there isn't a clown, unless you count hercules. ]
But I doubt we'd be able to redirect it with no equipment.
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[ a beat as the clown hands her a balloon. she does not pop it but does yeet it into the poop. this isn't picking a fight so there's no resulting More Poop, thank god ]
And a clown with an infinite supply of balloons. I guess.