WEEK 4 MINGLE

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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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Comments

[toesies]

... I haven't been offered anything by anyone. Have you?

[????????]

[bonetiddies]

You haven't run into him yet, either? How odd. He seems to be following me. Ah - there he is, over near White.

[Pointing. To nothing.]

Chortling in that strange manner and passing out cookies. I do not like this at all.

[toesies]

[Looks at this empty space.

And back at Harrow.]

Uh-huh. Gotcha. [SLOWLY.] Why don't you describe this guy to me just to, you know, make sure we're seeing the same thing.

[bonetiddies]

[She doesn't like this? She touches a hand to her forehead.]

He's rather large? He's wearing red clothes and a cap? The man with the sack?

[toesies]

[...

Briefly closes her eyes.]

White beard? Old? Makes you think of Coca-Cola commercials?

[bonetiddies]

[Squints.]

Coca-cola? [She's from space.] But yes, an elderly man with a white beard.

[toesies]

I'll teach you about Coca-Cola later.

[She claps her hands.]

Anyway, he's an idea! Why don't you go... rest. For a while. Maybe even the whole day. Because you've already done so much for us, and I would hate to see you burn yourself out. And in the meantime, I'll go talk to... Santa Claus. Goddamn it.

[bonetiddies]

[Squinting even more.]

I don't understand. I'm not tired. . . I'm. Hmm.

[She sort of seems concerned, and she's touching her hand to her temple.]

[toesies]

You're...?

[Encouragingly. Come on, Harrow. Your curse!!]

[bonetiddies]

I think I'm unwell.

[toesies]

... Yeah. I was trying to be nice because I didn't want to upset you, but I think someone's screwing with your head.

[bonetiddies]

My head does that on its own, I'm afraid.

[Like, she's definitely not cursed or something.]

It's better if you tell me outright, in the future. I don't mind if you notice.

[toesies]

... Okay. But just to be sure, this is your first time seeing this dude?

[bonetiddies]

This man in particular, yes. But I've had visual hallucinations before, with differing frequency at various times throughout my life. I haven't had one since coming here, and this one is particularly vivid, but even so. . .

[toesies]

Oh... Oh my god, Harrowhark. I'm sorry to hear that.

[Cannot believe she will now midtrial whoever cursed her if she finds them. Awful.]

[bonetiddies]

It's all right.

[She seems more alarmed by Sheila being worried about it than anything.]