WEEK 4 MINGLE

[probe]

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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[enfangs]

[nodding... slowly...]

Odd laughter?

[bonetiddies]

It's sort of a. . . ho ho ho-ing, I'd say? You can't hear it?

[enfangs]

[...

white has to just

take a moment to walk to the nearest wall and press himself against it, his shoulders shaking]

[bonetiddies]

[Why is he fucking laughing at her???]

[enfangs]

[it's fine don't worry about it

anyway, once he's calmed down—]

Think you've been cursed, Harrow.

[bonetiddies]

No, I don't think so.

[She's squinting, hard.]

I think I would be able to tell.

[enfangs]

[




he's starting to look concerned now]

Oh, shit. Oh no. How long is this going to last...

[bonetiddies]

[She's touching her hand to her temple, looking a little less angry and more concerned at his expression.]

It's. . . it's all right.

[enfangs]

[HE JUST PRESSES A HAND AGAINST HIS FACE]

[bonetiddies]

Don't look at me like that, please. It troubles me.

[enfangs]

[he looks up.]

No, I—just realized who this guy is! He's pretty famous where I'm from. Harmless, too, and goes away on his own after a while.

[a pause, as he fidgets.]

... And, um, when he's gone... come and find me, all right?

[bonetiddies]

. . . All right.

[Squinting at him because she knows when something is an obvious lie!! But she's extremely tired now.]

[enfangs]

[white's going to find a hole to crawl into now thanks and also maybe frantically start texting away on his phone]

[headmt]

[looking at his own phone!!!







looks sadly at the floor]

[enfangs]

[MOLLY HARROW IS CURSED RIGHT NOW]

[headmt]

[hmmmmm.

well white is perfect, so. nevermind. looks away.]

[enfangs]

[do not perceive him]