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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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But then she's just trying to whip them away from each other?? He holds his hands up.]
You're close enough to catch him yourself now, you know.
[THEIR TASK!!!!!]
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But he'll dodge her attack and try to sweep in and just fucking pick her up if he can get close enough. HE HAS THE HEIGHT ADVANTAGE AND HE'S NOT AFRAID TO USE IT.]
You could've just asked if you wanted attention, Your Majesty.
[THEIR TASK!!!!! I hope Childe gets kicked into a tree and apples fall on his head.]
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How is he even carrying her? Unless he drops her in the next second, she's going to twist so she's in a more comfortable position. ]
Your attention should always be on me when I'm in your presence.
[ That's to the two of them. Someone, please kill her. ]
If it's like the legend, there's probably a guard or some monster. You can satisfy yourself that way. Both of you.
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Though he'll at least trot over once Medb's picked up and it's clear no brawls are going to be breaking out here.]
If there's something to fight, we're probably going to have to take our attention off at least a little.
[Speaking of, a row or two over, are those... dragons?? Two dragon heads rise above the treetops, but they seem to be a bit preoccupied, having some kind of very heated conversation. Hm.]
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ANYWAYS. He does, stupidly, perk up at the prospect of something to fight... is this his Wednesday mood swings or is this just Childe being himself, we'll never know, because his attention is immediately grabbed by the dragon.]
Oh, I haven't seen one with two heads before.
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and now she's blind and useless.
Medb throws her hands up in front of her face in shock. ]
Are they arguing about something stupid?
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Uh... [Give him a second as he trots forward a little, trying to catch some of their conversation. After a few seconds of silence:]
--Yeah! They're arguing about which one of them is taller. Like, head-height wise?
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He does not drop Medb, but it would've been really funny if he had. Alas, he just squeezes his eyes shut, wincing. HIS EYES ARE WATERING AGAIN but this time it's not out of EMOTION.]
They'll be the same height if they're dead, so what does it matter? [Childe.]
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Medb slowly and carefully feels around for Childe's face and then pats his cheek lightly.
He's not wrong. ]
Tell them that the one who can gather more apples is the taller one because they can reach that many more apples.
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Ah, good plan! Then we can fight them when they're done.
[Hm. Anyway he'll trot along ahead of them because HE DOESN'T KNOW THEY'RE BLIND YET?? WHY DO THEY BOTH ACT SO NORMAL.]
Heeey! Stop arguing for a second, we have a way you can tell once and for all who's the tallest! [Not that either of these fucks can see it, but they'll probably be able to hear the arguing come to a temporary lull.] These trees are tall, right? But whoever's shorter would definitely have trouble reaching the tallest ones! You should see how many apples you can knock off the tallest tree. The winner is obviously tallest!
[Mebd said "collect" but Mahito wants to see apples just rain down from the heavens for fun.]
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But, oh, if they're knocking apples off the trees... he blinks rapidly, like that will clear his vision.]
Should we move?
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She sighs when she hears the embellishment. Maybe she should've expected this. She expected that they would want to fight dragon after, just not the apple rain. ]
Yeah. Or you can try to dodge by instinct.
[ There's a beat that she meant that as a joke, but she thinks Childe would consider it unironically. ]
The winner is also the one who can call me beautiful in the most poetic way!
[ If the dragon heads want a second contest. ]
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anyway i can't believe yall are making me rp the dragon. The two seem to consider this proposal, murmuring amongst themselves! And because guards and monsters are always tricked by stupid shit in the real myth, they seem to agree that this is indeed a great way to go about deciding.
To Medb and Childe, the sound of Mahito cackling will get further away as he runs for cover... Then, ominous thudding noises start?! It's the sound of the dragon running around, both heads occasionally snapping and snarling at each other while they start knocking off apples left and right. Amidst the chaos of golden apples and cake shaped like apples raining down from above, they'll also be able to hear the dragon apparently decide to make this a 2-for-1 battle as they shout increasingly stupid-sounding praises over each other! In the form of terrible pickup lines. Like,
Loveliest mademoiselle, if I had four quarters to give to the most beautiful women in the world, you would have a dollar! and Fair maiden, if you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!
How sweet.]
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But yeah, he absolutely would have done that if he wasn't still carrying her (why is he still carrying her actually), but alas, no fun for him. So he dashes away in the general direction of the sound of Mahito's wild cackling. What the hell are those splats, by the way, those don't sound like apples?!
Also he's
crying again
but this time out of despair at such awful writing]
These are terrible...
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Between Mahito's cackling and Childe's crying, Medb doesn't know how her patience has lasted this long. She's a saint? Jeanne d'Arc, eat your heart out.
The straw that breaks the camel's back are the terrible lines, though, and cutecumber has her disgusted. She jumps out of Childe's arms, and one of her feet lands on a cake apple. Capple? ]
Ugh! What is this?
[ Five minutes are not quite over yet. ]
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Meanwhile, the dragons continue!!
Are you a 45 degree angle? Because you're a cutie!! IF YOU WERE A FRUIT, YOU'D BE A FINEAPPLE!! IF YOU WERE A PRESIDENT, YOU WOULD BE BABERAHAM LINCOLN—!!!
They're just getting louder and angrier and more offensive as they go. Oh, now they're getting into a scrap with each other... PRESIDENTIAL ALERT: THE DRAGONS ARE FIGHTINNNG. There's the sound of tree branches snapping and many small apple thuds as they go tumbling off through one of the rows.
Also gross cake-y squishes as capples coat the earth.]
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Also now that Medb's out of his arms, maybe that means he can go fight the dragon now? Maybe that will shut them up?? HE'S STILL FUCKING BLIND AND HAS NO WEAPONS so normally he would be a little bit more reasonable about this (yes, really), but he's in a glass case of emotion and it's just TOO DARN MUCH so around he goes, charging back towards the sound of the dragons.]
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She is not doing anything. She's going to let them both be vored by dragons while she kneels and starts feeling for real apples and not capples. ]
— Wait! How do you even know what a president is? DON'T BE SO ANACHRONISTIC.
[ Apparently, that's her biggest issue at the moment. ]
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--Huh. Hey! Some of these are, like, cake or something!
[Maybe they still count as golden apples since the outside is gold enough........ Well, he'll pack a few into their one bag that no one took from him, along with some of the actual golden apples. It's like a 4:1 ratio.
Meanwhile, the dragon continues to crash through apple trees, scattering capples and gapples (gold apples) and branches all over the place. Fortunately for everyone here, they're too busy trying to bite each other to spit out any further anachronistic pickup lines. Childe's going to end up chasing them into the sunset at this rate.]
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But yeah he's absolutely just ditching both of them to go chase after the dragon. What is he going to use as a weapon?! Apparently nothing, because he doesn't even stop to try and find a particularly sharp branch from the tree, as his vision finally starts to clear up. Is he under the influence of another effect or is he just THAT EXCITED to fight a dragon again, who fucking knows. CHILDE YOUR BATTLE LUST.
Have fun with the task, y'all, hope he doesn't get eaten.]
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If there are more cake ones than golden ones in that bag, I'm whipping you.
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...Yeah! [He says, clutching the bag shut and standing back up from his home on the ground.] Anyway, let's get outta here, we got the apples.
[CHILDE?????]
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