WEEK 4 MINGLE
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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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In any case, the yarn is actually... winding around her arms on its own. It's fine. Medb's kiss distracts her from it, though Yuel is quick to turn to Eleanor. ]
What? Why do we have to get naked?
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are these mineo’s snakes
medb doesn’t know what life drawing is, but she has no shame. ]
I don’t mind.
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[ spoon what is happening with the yarn ]
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I ain't getting naked. [ stares at medb ] But... if that's what ya want.
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anyway
to eleanor: ]
If that’s what you want, will you pay the price?
[ medb is ignoring the yarn clown. the yown. the clarn? ]
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You know, I was fucking around, but looking at deformed Bugs Bunny over there [ it's a hedgehog?????? ] and whatever's happening with Yuel's yarn, maybe we should just go for it.
Hells yeah, come here.
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She covers her eyes, but peeks through her fingers. ]
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[ please.
medb doesn’t know bugs bunny probably, so she just goes over and kisses eleanor without further ado. why not?
it’s as good as time as any for their clown mood music to start. ]
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[ eleanor's momentary kiss bliss is interrupted by clownery ]
Ugh. Why is it always fucking clowns?!
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This is still better than the last task I had.
[ poop hell ]
Are ya gonna get naked now, Medb?
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[ why are you a clown magnet, eleanor?
medb goes over to yuel to help pull her yarn clown gloves off. ]
No. None of you can afford my portrait rights.
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Yeah, cursed with clowns. My own personal torture.
I just paid your fee, didn't I? Or were you just trying to get a free kiss, you sexy trickster?
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[ will get ever get to drawing
the yarn is steadily unraveling at least! ]
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[ there’s a pause as medb hates this week. ]
Hm? Didn’t you enjoy it?
[ she echoes yuel. they are never going to start drawing. ]
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Hey, I didn't say that. But I definitely don't want to draw blue pincushion porn.
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Maybe we can draw our interpretation of it? [ fanart of fanart ] Like... The scene that comes after—a tearful separation.
[ she picks up a pencil. 1 step toward drawing. ]
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How about you just draw a tearful separation that doesn't include. That.
[ She picks up a pastel stick. 1.5 step toward drawing. ]
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Yeah, let's do that.
[ sad sonic and knuckles clowns... eleanor can start with sketching ]
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A pause.
And then she starts drawing again, more giggling. ]
That tickles.
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What does?
[ She doesn't notice her skin turning pastel, but she looks at Yuel.
Ah.
There is nothing nice to say. ]
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You've got to be fucking kidding me.
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Her pencil snaps. ]
What the hay?
[ she draws more furiously with her broken pencil and confirms her fears... she now has a sonic clown tattoo ]
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Medb drops all the pastels onto the ground and grinds them with her heel. ]
If we destroy all this, it'll be fine, right?
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[ she tries to rip up the picture yuel drew to valiantly save her from her new fursona ]
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Ow!
[ Each tear in the paper drags a cut down the sketch on her belly. ]
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