WEEK 7 MINGLE
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Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base, and itβs 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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[Anyways, they push themselves up from where they've probably landed on top of Vlad, blinking with some surprise.]
...
[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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[ he wheezes ]
--for breaking your fall!
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You ungrateful...
[ WHEEZE ]
...clown!
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[Says Douman, grumpily. But they will get off!]
[Actually no they're going to bend down and smack Vlad on the back of the head (lightly).]
Get up before more people land on you.
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[why is this clown so nervous]
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You did great!
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mineo is actually still going to rush up to this clown, even if it's a probably terrible idea, placing his hands on their shoulders and seeming to check them for injuries]
Ashiya-san...!! You made it back! You're really here!
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[Douman actually startles like a deer in the road being honked at by a car, but they're well and enough shocked that they just freeze as Mineo comes over.]
Mineo...? I'm...here? Yes?
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Oh this is worst than the first trip with Aoi.
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[anyways, Douman just blinks over at Molly, before looking at the rest of this pandemonium.]
Well, at least she didn't have such a...um. Crash landing?
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Yeah, you're back. Welcome, gramps.
[ Looks at them. ]
Nice hat!
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[They meekly look over at Gojou, which is a hell of a sentence to write for this clown, but. They're meek? They're sincerely very meek.]
Hello, Gojou...
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[????????? HELLO USPS THIS IS NOT THE CLOWN SHE ORDERED???]
Who are you?
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[Now they just look more nervous! Wow! So much anxiety coming off of this clown?]
It's...a long story, but. I'm Ashiya Douman. Sincerely. [And a bow of the head.] Hello, Sheila...
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Did dying change you? What's wrong with you?
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[There almost seems to be palpable guilt coming from this man.]
I'm...sorry. Medb. [A bow of the head.] I tried to explain it in my message, but...
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. . . What happened here?
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[Just awkwardly looking over at Harrow? WHEN DID THE CLOWN DO ANYTHING AWKWARDLY]
They...they managed to find a way for us to get over here...and it worked.
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[And a smile!]
A-ah, did you see...?
[POINTING TO THEIR BACK!!! LOOK!!! WE L*VE AOI!!!]
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there is so much going on here]
You're back.
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[And something hard settles in their expression. Their voice is quiet.]
Indeed I am.
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well no he's overheard by this point and he's not going to question it]
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H-hello, White...
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