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WEEK 4 MINGLE
POPULATION: 24
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 Omi Fushimi, Ashiya Douman and Trafalgar Law, 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.
Perhaps you expect this by now, but it seems that the elevator reveals that it may now visit the fourth 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.
Unless you're shy, of course. It seems as though your inhibitions are right back where they belong and instead this week seems...normal? Nothing seems immediately off as you go about your day, but the moment you come across another person there's the overwhelming desire to be kind. The larger your conflict is with another person, the more kind you will want to be to them. Insults can't quite make it past your lips this week, and even rude gestures are harder to display. Perhaps your kindness will even manifest in ways you don't quite expect.
Now, now. No reason to be petty.
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Sheila keeps slapping the barrier, failing to find the right angle and only getting more frustrated. So, you know, it seems to her like Endorsi has the right idea. When Gu Yun manages to pull the paintbrush out, tho—
She points, gasping like the barrier has personally offended her.]
What? How?!
[They cannot hear each other.]
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And everything except the paintbrush he just grabbed gets yeeted immediately. Oh.]
Oh...
[SOUND AT LEAST A LITTLE SORRY even though they cannot hear her.]
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This is the worst week of my life, I think.
[ it is not stop being a drama queen.
ANYWAY amazingly, this is not the first time he's lost something that took away his ability to speak to others like a normal human being (thanks skill week) so. once the supplies go sailing away, he doesn't bother immediately chasing after them, and starts walking at a leisurely pace behind the girls.
just in case they find a barrier, he starts typing and will show it to them after. ]
There is some kind of wall.
Feel around for it and you can find an angle to grab things.
This is stupid.
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And Sheila tilts her head up and closes her goddamn eyes, communing with the void.
She only opens them when she feels her phone vibrate, pulling it out of her titty pocket in order to read GY's message. After a pause, she looks at their group, looks at everyone else in this sad craft store, and types back:]
Let's look at the bright side!
We are not the other groups.
[They may have an owl who may never get to judge them because they haven't painted shit, but at least they do not have snakes.]
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Thank goodness for that.
[endorsi
Once they get to the supplies, she takes a while to find a good angle, before she pulls out their easel.]
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[ he's gonna pocket his phone and get to it, now, sitting down on the floor next to the supply bucket and starting to pull things out. he succeeds in getting a paint palette, a couple of colors of paint, and a few more brushes, which he just starts handing back to sheila and endorsi as it's going. look at this, teamwork makes the dream work. (?) ]
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[Take your phone back out, binch! She wasn't done! But Sheila grabs whatever she can, which... pretty much consists of a paint knife, and some stuff to clean up their brushes as they go. Good enough?
Once they have their easel to work with, she glances at the group and— uh. Gestures at the easel while holding a brush. They still can't hear her, but maybe they can read her lips when she says:]
What now?
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But she'll (unhelpfully) point at the example picture that they have, pointing at the top and then gesturing downwards. Start from the top and go to the bottom? She doesn't know how painting works, but she'll grab a brush anyways.
They have not even started yet, but the owl still pipes up, helpfully (?).]
Have any of you held a paintbrush in your lives?
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Yes, I made it out of the pin feathers of a winged rat like yourself. Go hoot over your mother's grave and get lost.
[ HE KNEW THIS FUCKING BIRD WAS GOING TO TALK
gu yun, local bird hater, instantly feels the On Sight Urge that comes from wanting to taunt shen yi's parrot into oblivion because of this stupid owl. he takes the paintbrush and goes to start in a top corner, with very nice strokes, thank you, trying to make the painting pretty unlike any of the words coming out of his dog mouth. ]
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stares at the bird.]
Oh, god. No. I don't want to deal with yoooohh, shit. I can be rude to the fucking bird!
[Talking to the void because neither Endorsi nor Gu Yun can hear her. It's okay. She will stand here looking excited and do nothing of value.]
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someone please save gu yun]
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[ it's bold of you to think gu yun needs to be saved in this situation because he also looks deeply like that bird deserves death. the frustration curse isn't helping though. ]
Make yourself useful or I'll hang you upside down by your feet and let Endorsi carve us a meal.
[ fucking birds
anyway he grabs the paintbrush and writes in whatever pretty blue color the sky is supposed to be: ] DON'T JUST KILL IT I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO INSULT ANYTHING IN DAYS [ on the canvas and then waves his hand in front of endorsi's face and gestures at it to get her attention. that counts as painting right ]
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[She sighs, content.
And then starts painting a little owl with a knife stabbed through its head in the corner of the easel.]
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and then starts painting a little blood pool right underneath Sheila's murdered owl. Amazing. From the owl itself:]
Philistines!
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even being frustrated he can't help but snicker at this blood pool option and resumes filling in the sky or something, even if it is absolutely wrong looking and the bird is still talking. ]
Shut up, you flat feathered bastard, you don't even have opposable thumbs.
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F-Y-I, this is totally doing it for me. I haven't been able to insult someone to their face all week.
[The owl squacks indignantly, flapping its wings and yelling: INCOMPETENT FOOLS! BUFFOONS! YOUR EXISTENCE IS A CRIME AGAINST ART.]
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...But after hearing the owl continue, she's gesturing towards the message Gu Yun wrote and mouthing "are you sure"? Maybe just a little stabbing. Some light owl violence.]
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adding on in another shade of blue: ] Chase it a bit and make it work for it?
[ your existence is a crime against art, yells the bird. gu yun turns, grabs the blue paint tube, and squirts a bunch of paint at the owl. fuck you bird ]
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She has nothing useful to add here. She is simply too busy mouthing FUCK IT UP at Endorsi.]
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This is why you'll never have a career in the arts!
[Bye. Have fun painting, mom and dad.]
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and paint writes ] They grow up so fast.
[ at least he can still be deadpan
let him come over and attempt to paint a terrible blue endorsi next to the owl with a knife, muttering to himself when it doesnt look perfect ]
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She will add a crown on Blue Endorsi's head. There, instant improvement.
This does not look even remotely close to the example image.]
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Owl Talking Shit
Eats Shit Instead
Punished by the princess.
- Gu Yun, Sheila, Endorsi
Paint on canvas
[ ta da ]
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adds XOXO ♥ in pink below it.
now it's perfect.]