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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[shiftingwinds]

...

[she. sighs. and removes her boots with one hand, rubbing at her temple with the other. what a headache... and she already had one of those.]

I am entirely too sober for this.

[in goes her foot to try and grab some of the supplies with her toes.]

[femmefinale]

We can drink together later.

[ But for now, she'll remove her other sandal and now we are just two ladies with their feet in the water working on crafts. JOIN THEM, CHILDE. ]

[toyska]

Yes, please.

[Also don't mind him muttering something that sounds like I preferred the dragon.

BUT FINE, fine, here he is, very carefully trying not to splash them too much or get in their way. God. At least this seems fairly simple...? Surely nothing else will happen to make this more difficult and annoying than it already is!]

[shiftingwinds]

...this is the simulation room, you think if we dreamed up something to drink it would appear?

[she doesn't want to drink later she wants to drink now

despite the fact that she looks kind of hungover already.]

But I'll certainly take you up on that once we're done.

[what's simple about this?? she's not very dexterous with her feet. they're for walking, not weaving. but she's... kind of... working on it?

and then suddenly she reaches down with a foot and her partially-woven basket is not there.

it's moving around, ducking to hide behind childe and prim's feet.]

...um.

[femmefinale]

Perhaps not too long... you don't appear to be well. [ Just how drunk did you get?

But then her foot jerks a little in surprise-- both because her sad effort at a basket suddenly slips off to the right and something else brushes her ankle. ]

... They're moving??

[toyska]

[...


well

what if Childe just slams his heel down into the water to try and pin Shi Qingxuan's basket down with perhaps a bit too much animosity

it's probably not broken]

[shiftingwinds]

[it is not broken, but sqx suddenly feeling very defensive of her shitty weaving -

she smiles Very Pleasantly at childe, and in the kindest tone she can muster: ]

Oh, thank you for trying to help catch it! But please get your foot off of it now.

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose does blink a little-- but she's also trying to catch her errant basket-wannabe, so she will choose not to comment. ]

[toyska]

[Ah?

Well, okay. He sort of--nudges sqx's fleeing basket over in her direction.]

Here you go.

[Except by the time he turns back to his own, IT HAS ALSO FUCKIN NYOOMED ACROSS THE TUB.]

--Hey!

[shiftingwinds]

[the wannabe baskets are probably all like

hiding behind each other. but each time one ends up in front it hides behind the other one.]

...I am really not sure how anyone could be expected to weave a basket in conditions like these.

[femmefinale]

... I'm trying my best.

[ She says this rather petulantly. ]

[toyska]

[Well, they certainly aren't going to be beautiful, he opens his mouth to say, as he attempts to drag his own back over with his toe. Except he's doing it about a thousand times more gently than he did with sqx's.

But he is also suddenly very protective? Of this shitty fucking--it's not even a basket yet probably.]

...It'll look amazing in the end, I'm sure.

[he's only talking about his own now]

[shiftingwinds]

...it will.

[she is also talking about her own. and trying to gently separate it from the others.

she accidentally snags prim's instead.]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose makes a noise like a scandalized Victorian maiden who just got her ankle exposed by the wind. ]

Excuse me! [ She's just going to try and snag it back. ]

[toyska]

[THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTIIIIIING

this is my tag I'm eating dinner]

[shiftingwinds]

[nudges prim's (inferior, in her opinion, i felt really bad typing that) not-yet-a-basket at her]

You're excused.

[femmefinale]

[ Wow. Primrose takes her superior not-yet-a-basket and tenderly cradles it between her feet (I hate this). Rather stiffly-- ]

Truly, your kindness knows no boundaries.

[toyska]

[Childe can't sit here snickering at this blatant passive-aggression because that would be rude. So instead he's just smiling at his own basket ashe struggles to--I don't know, however the fuck underwater basket weaving works. I'M NOT GOOGLING THIS.]

You know, with a little practice--ah.

[Nope, there it goes again, skittering away to hide behind sqx's feet]

[shiftingwinds]

[she's going to feel so bad about being passagg later. sorry prim. she's just so defensive of her awful not-yet-a-basket.]

Well, you've given me no reason to be anything but kind. [she nudges childe's basket-in-progress out from behind her foot.]

Go on, go back to your maker.

[femmefinale]

[ Worry not SQX, Primrose too will feel bad and not just because she's obligated to be nice!!

She's just going to diligently work on weaving, because her basket is a labor of love and that will show them! Or something, honestly, it keeps trying to break free like a High School Musical song. ]

[toyska]

[...

You know, he could probably get away with being rude to his basket-in-progress, because it is not a person

But considering he feels extremely protective of it, he doesn't even want to??

So he just. Gently reaches out to try and pull it back with his toes again.]

Come on, let's get you finished up.

[shiftingwinds]

[she also lapses into silence as she works diligently on weaving




it's probably around this time that a snake gets yeeted into their tub of water.]

[femmefinale]

[ And it's around that time that Primrose lets out a yelp and jerks her foot up, sending said snake flying up.

Aaaaand back down again. ]

[toyska]

[well

Childe only really has a Fight or Fight instinct so he's just once again automatically trying to SLAM his foot down onto this poor fake snake's head, basket-in-progress be damned]

[shiftingwinds]

EEEEK!

[she shrieks and uses her feet to yank her in-progress basket out of the tub to protect it from the snake and also childe's stomping]