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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[chevaleros]

[ oh no harrow... she squints over to wherever she's pointed. gravely: ]

It seems you're being followed by the ghost of Christmas past, Harrowhark.

[bonetiddies]

A ghost? That would explain why others haven't been able to see him. I wonder if some of my necromancy has returned in some way.

[chevaleros]

Yes, Santa Claus, as the others say, is a jolly man in red who departs from his flying isle once a year to gift presents to well-behaved children. One year I was forced to dress in festive attire and help him against possessed snowmen who were given sentience by a psychically sensitive child.

[ this is gbf canon ]

This is different. The ghost of Christmas may be following you, taunting you with the knowledge of your connection to the dead.

[bonetiddies]

[I fucking hate what you just wrote.]

He is taunting me. I don't even like cookies.

[chevaleros]

Dastardly.

[ cookies. ]

We should separate you from him, before he attempts to overtake your soul and replace it with the spirit of yuletide.

[bonetiddies]

Agreed, but the lout follows me everywhere I go.

[chevaleros]

[ this conversation would ordinarily concern vira a lot more but. instead she'll grab harrow's hand, determined. ]

Then let us abscond. I shall use my powers to enact a barrier and slay Santa Claus before he can lay a hand on you or any cookie from henceforth!

[bonetiddies]

Yes, I'd -

[She takes Vira's hand, and then squints at her.]

Your powers? Why are you talking like a - in such a unique way?

[chevaleros]

[ ? ]

In what way do you mean?

[ she's not the one hallucinating santa ]

Oh, though I've been granted sight of a neighboring reality, allowing me to see the path in which I can restore my powers. Nay—I could be even more powerful than before! With my newfound abilities, I would grind Santa Claus into cosmic dust.

[bonetiddies]

[She's forgetting about Santa for one moment because in this moment Vira - sweet, beautiful Vira - has become cringe. This is truly a Despair indulgence if there ever was one.]

I. . . I see. What have they done to you?

[chevaleros]

[ the secret is that she's always cringe. ]

Hm? Since this morning I've simply felt like my mind has become one with the expanded universe. Perhaps I opened some gateway for the Christmas spirit to pass through...?

[bonetiddies]

[There are acceptable types of cringe and unacceptable types.]

Oh. It's Wednesday.