WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE

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POPULATION: 37

There's the soft, chiming ding of an elevator as you slowly grow conscious. You remember the sound of a voice whispering in your ear, and then a very gentle, easy darkness as you fell asleep.

Then the elevator jolts, and you promptly ram into some of the thirty or so other people also waking up from their nap. Time to trample people on your way out! Be careful not to rip your flattering outfit with light up furry ears of an animal of your choice. On this elevator there are a total of 10 buttons and they're all lit up! But they don't work. A shame. The elevator doesn't go anywhere else.

In any case, once you exit the elevator, you'll find that you have a decently wide area to explore. There doesn't seem to be any sort of exit to the outside world, but that's okay. You didn't want to leave without what you came for, right? Besides, it's wonderful here: the temperature is perfect, every surface is as soft as clouds, and the atmosphere is so, so inviting. The base itself is low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, and there's a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. It would be comforting if you didn't feel like you were being watched every time you walk along the hallways.

But hey, don't worry about that! Maybe you should be more concerned with the phone in your pocket! The phones have a few functions, as well as a low pixel camera. Pictures are in black and white, so no brightly colored selfies for you. Oh, and while you're taking those selfies, you might notice the symbol of your Avatar tattooed and glowing faintly on the back of your hand. Hope you're fine with impromptu body mods.

Eventually during your wandering, you'll find your room with roommates included! On the floor of your room, there is a big gift box with your name on it. Upon opening it, you will be absolutely obliterated with glittery confetti. But once you manage to get past that, the gift box contains the following:

✦ your item from home
✦ a pair of boxer-briefs labeled "ball hammock"
✦ a stress ball that looks suspiciously like a boob
✦ a rainbow bath bomb
✦ a Polaroid camera with 10 instant film
✦ a frozen steak in a vacuum-sealed pouch
✦ a blue and pink dual flashlight; one end has a normal white bulb, and one end has a blacklight bulb
✦ a tiny crown

Welcome to your new home. Take some time to look around, talk to your fellow indulgers. All of you can see each other's symbols on the back of your hands - maybe it'll strike up a conversation. After all, there's no better way to get to know each other than talking about your sins on the first date!

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Comments

points but more dramatically

[fisherwoman]

Not really a fan in general, I'd say... I'm already beautiful enough without them, don't you think? You can't improve on perfection!

[She's glancing at his glove with a tilt of her head, though, curious even if she doesn't ask.]

[toyska]

[That gets her some honest laughter, though it's not unkind.]

Well, who am I to argue with that kind of confidence? [He'll tug his glove up enough to show her some of the pink hearts on his hand, tilting his head.] I think yours would suit me better, but I don't really mind either way.

[fisherwoman]

Ah, you're wise.

[Now that he has agreed that she's hot she's going to be nice (or like, her version of it), so she regards him with a little bit more interest.]

A swordsman, then?

[toyska]

Something like that. [haha...] I've been dabbling in archery lately, but it's difficult.

[I think about how he throws the last arrow in his combo with his bare hand and I get tired]

[fisherwoman]

Dabbling? That's an interesting word to use! Is something like that just recreation for you?

[toyska]

Haha, it's more that I'd prefer to master it before claiming it's anything more. [slaps desk when will we get our weapons arena!!! although it would be hilarious if we're just limited to stolen knives tbh] Is weaponry a sport for you?

[fisherwoman]

I wouldn't quite call it a sport... It's more like a means to an end, isn't it? Though I like hand to hand combat more, honestly.

[Though, with a sigh:]

Or I used to, at least.

[their nerfing!!! no fun!!!]

[toyska]

Ah! I haven't done hand-to-hand in a while. [Not really necessary when you can create whatever weapons you want out of water you can conjure up...] I'd be happy to stand in as a partner, if you need one.

[They're nerfed so it's extra important! And also fun.]

[fisherwoman]

Ah, you're offering to indulge me already? How generous. Well, I won't say no! There was a gym here, wasn't there?

[toyska]

[Delightful]

Something of the sort, yes. Through that room next to the kitchen. [He's not familiar with modern gyms but he was able to figure out.]

[fisherwoman]

[She stands up from her spot on the couch, stretching.]

Shall we, then?

[toyska]

[I'm so glad they get to spar immediately this makes me so happy]

Lead the way, Miss...?

[fisherwoman]

Endorsi. And you?

[She does just that, heading out of the common room.]

[toyska]

Tartaglia, [without pronouncing the "g" thank you very much fuck American pronunciation] but you can call me Childe if you prefer. It's a sort of alias.

[literally what's the point of giving a name AND an alias this is so stupid I hate childe]

[fisherwoman]

[At first she doesn't comment, but when he continues, she pauses for a moment to look over her shoulder at him.]

...Child?

[No.]

[toyska]

[the fact that this is spoken so he can't hear the missing 'e']

That's right.

[fisherwoman]

[After a moment, she just smirks to herself and nods.]

I'll remember that! Though it's surprising that you admitted it so easily.

[toyska]

[exhausting]

Why's that?

[fisherwoman]

Hm? You don't think it's a strange name?

[toyska]

Not particularly. It's more of a title than anything. [tfw she could also just call him "tart"]

[fisherwoman]

[She looks like she’s going to ask something else, but here they are at the gym! She glances around until she sees the mats, heading that way.]

Any rules?

[toyska]

Do we need any?

[no]

[fisherwoman]

[She grins! She likes him already. Awful. As she steps onto the mats:]

Well, I'm ready, then.

[toyska]

[TRULY AWFUL.

He'll join her on the mats, though, stepping over to stand across from her. SHE PROBABLY COMES UP TO LIKE. HIS SHOULDER. Very funny--but since she said she's ready, he'll go ahead and make the first move! It's a simple side swing, more of a warm-up move to feel out her fighting style than a real attempt at an attack.]

[fisherwoman]

[Unfortunately, she has no such impulse to start with a warm up move - when he strikes, she's trying to grab his arm to hold him in place, then aiming a kick towards his ribs if she's successful.]