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WEEK 7 MINGLE
POPULATION: 18 19
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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because they are tissue paper. since she is not touching them anymore, they also stop wiggling? hm.]
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[ hmmmm.
what if she picks one at random and takes it off the ceiling ]
If they are ghosts and this perma-kills it, I hope I picked the robot.
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when she takes one of the little ghosts off of the ceiling, she'll feel that it's nice and warm, fluttering gently in her hands before it gently drifts upward to float almost like a real ghost.
in addition, the others hanging from the ceiling detach themselves and they all begin to float as a gust of wind whistles through the room...
this is the only warning she gets that she might want to step back.]
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[ no? the train is completely normal. you guys just hate talking cats and magic deers.
anyway, she is going to take several steps back so she's back in the doorway. and. belatedly send off a mass text ]
computer room's haunted?
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this is the worst kind of haunted
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1/uwu
Suddenly, Vlad pops into existence in a very different room than he last remembers being in, and...
falls flat on his ass, all the way on the floor. He makes a very undignified "oomph" noise as he starfishes painfully on the ground and rolls around a little as he tries to take the edge off the pain.
As he writhes around, under his suit jacket, a bright yellow I L*VE HELL shirt is visible. ]
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and mumbles:]
Is this karma for Ming Yi...?
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everything here sucks so much
but mineo is just going to sigh and offer vlad a hand after he gets absolutely crushed a thousand times]
... you're really unpopular everywhere you go, Vlad-san...
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[ oh crap she definitely took over his room with crap ]
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So, who did it?
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Haha—!! Oops.
[OOPS.]
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he sees Mahito and all the murderous intent RISES, but he instantly turns away to look at everyone else. ]
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but also, somehow, not surprised. ]
"Oops."
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By which I mean, he is also crashing to the ground and landing in the Vlad Pile. Wow. He's also wearing the I L*VE HELL shirt. Over his normal shirt. I hate this.
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Give him a second to try and scramble to his feet, head whipping around like he's looking for someone(s?) in particular.]
Are they--?!
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he steps on Vlad's face as he advances forward, looking around wildly.]
Are we here? Are we back?!
Where is he!?
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She's prepared for a fight, at least from her expression and posture, and opens her mouth to say something--]
2/2
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[Anyways, they push themselves up from where they've probably landed on top of Vlad, blinking with some surprise.]
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[They shoot a glare at the man.]
See, this is why...t-this is why the Avatars don't FUCKING love you...!
[They gasp and clamp a hand over their mouth, looking a bit mortified at their own slip. And then they just...nervously look around?]
A-are we...are we back...?
[Why is this clown stuttering. WHO IS THIS.]
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Maybe he spends a second longer grinding his foot against Vlad's arm than he needs to, as he gets up.
Teleportation(?) is disorienting and he's not completely sure where he's just ended up.]
We're out-?
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He falls onto Vlad as well, but he at least falls in a sitting position, so he's quick to jump up on his feet and step out of the way so others can fall onto Vlad as well. He makes a couple minute adjustments to his vest, dusts off his pants, and then clears his throat.]
Well. It seems like we made it.
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[ eleanor, landing right on vlad along with everyone else. she gets up and gets her bearings, and is wearing this very important tank top, as well as a small "we l*ve aoi* button. fashion. ]
[ she scans the crowd ]
Oh, hey nerds. The deadzos rise again, I guess.
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And then he puts that hand on Vlad's head, he's already on him but he just shoves his face back on the floor. ]
You ungrateful, worthless, uncoordinated piece of shit fucker --
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as soon as she's back on her feet, she's pouting at her fellow dedas, letting out a little huff. ]
Look, how was I supposed to know furbies don't have real names? I had to try, okay?
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she's wearing a short black dress with a blue sweater tied around the waist. the back of it reads WE L*VE GOJOU. she runs a hand through her hair to fix it, while her other hand is... missing? there's just a stump at the end of her left arm. she looks around with a smile.]
So, we've made it back from the dead. Lovely.
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immediately killing vlad, and slowly the mass of murderous sentient steel begins to rise up from the groundbut there's no gun (???) and it's wearing a fluffy pink I L*VE HELL sweater, speaking up in a friendly voice as it gives a little bow:]
Salutations: Greetings, I am HK-47, a protocol and translation droid programmed to assist organic beings in whatever way I am able.
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dont worry about it ]
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