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WEEK 7 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 death of Tartaglia Childe...well, perhaps there isn't any tension at all? Hard to say. 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 eighth 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. Strange things are happening, little sinners. Don't be shy now.
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.
If you aren't too distracted, that is. For the most part, it may feel as though there isn't anything strange about this week. Everything proceeds as normal and life on the base is calm again. But every now and then, you'll feel a burning in your hand right where your tattoo is as it loses its color and fades to black temporarily. A sudden swell courses through your veins, almost as if being injected with a higher amount of your specific indulgence. You'll find it nearly impossible to do anything else until you act on it, draining the indulgence away and bringing color back to your marking. This won't always happen, and this won't always happen at a convenient time. It may be best to plan ahead. After all...if you ignore it for too long, you may find yourself changing. Those aligned with Envy may find themselves with several new eyes. Those aligned with Gluttony may find claws and a tail beginning to grow. Those aligned with Pride may feel a sharp pain in their head as a crown of thorns embeds itself into their skin. But the sooner you act, the sooner these changes will disappear.
Dedication's sweet, isn't it? Do try to give it your all.
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But Aoi doesn't think it's like they stitched these themselves and sent them over.
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Who do you think might've chosen to send them? Or would you all decide as a group? That might help us figure out what they mean.
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[ with a smile! a very memorable hi. ] It's a bit like our poetry, isn't it? Maybe.
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... [ ???? ] Something?
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[ hmm... ] ...And maybe, it's hard for you to remember... because we never figured it out.
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reaches to ruffle hair. stops self. no stickies. ]
That's alright, Aoi. Just a theory, anyhow.
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The dead think it's better not to waste time worrying about the people here who've gotten away with killing. Aoi thinks that's for the better too, because Aoi's not sure anyone here would care about living killers like they do the dead killers.
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stops and hovers instead ]
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[ anyway moving on now before there's a stick incident ]
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I don't disagree. Right now, our focus has to be on finding everyone's way out, so we'll focus on that. [ ... ] Working together, with the dead as well. Right?
[ at least it's aoi and she's a good girl and therefore easy to be nice to ]
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