WEEK 7 MINGLE

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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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[bonetiddies]

Yes, I see that. Are you cursed. . . ?

What happened to all the maniacal cackles.

[commedia]

No! No, I'm no longer cursed!

[A polite bow!]

This is the first time we've...met face to face. I apologize.

[??????????????????]

[bonetiddies]

[. . .

She's starting to feel like she liked them better before.]

I see. Good to meet you.

[commedia]

[wow don't say that cursed thought out loud.]

A pleasure to meet you, Harrow. Thank you for receiving the message Fukuda and I wrote to you.

[A huff.]

[bonetiddies]

[Oh, it was from Fukuda, too? Even worse.]

I was a little surprised you wrote to me, considering how we left things, but. . . I was glad, I suppose. Not to hear from you, but for the information.

[Is this. . . nice?]

[commedia]

You left things with that creature that was using me. Not me.

[what]

But your feelings were valid. I don't understand how so many could tolerate that thing...so I respect you for working against them. Thank you. I'm glad I could help.

[bonetiddies]

Oh. [Chewing her lip a little.]

You really aren't cursed. . . ?

[Hm.]

How did this happen. And how recently.

[commedia]

When I died, I was freed. I'm very thankful to Law for that...if he hadn't done what he had done, that curse would've found a way to ruin things for all of you. I-I couldn't stand to see that happen.

[Yeah! Clown was SUPER BAD]

I've...been inside them the whole time. Unable to do anything. It was my body they were using as their own.

[bonetiddies]

[So the lesson here is always be extremely mean and rude to people you are suspicious of for mostly pretty bad reasons, and never apologize for it. Got it.]

. . . That sounds dreadful. [And if it happened after dying, then probably not a curse? Cool.] I'm glad you were freed from it as well, then.

[commedia]

[HARROW NOW but yeah always be rude to clowns that is the takeaway here, it always gets you good things in the end.]

Mmm. I'm glad...and I'm glad that I could help, as little as I could.

[bonetiddies]

You were helpful. I'm sorry that we weren't able to meet before this.

[Even though she doesn't think she would have gotten along with a shy clown, either.]

[commedia]

Thank you.

[And a light smile, shy, but sincere.]

You did good work, Harrow. Well done. Let's make sure we keep it going.

[holeful]

Writing to you was my idea!

[Just interrupting. As if that makes it any better for Harrow??]

[bonetiddies]

I see. Well, thank you.

[She doesn't want to perceive this man. Sorry that she's mean.]

[holeful]

Haha...
[That's fine! He knows Harrow does not like him.]

I knew I could count on you to make good use of it, is all.

[bonetiddies]

[Look, it's truly just mere dislike, but she has no idea what to say to him.]

. . . That was correct. I would never care about any petty grudge with Douman or anyone else compared to the usefulness of the information.

[holeful]

That's why you and Mineo are the protagonists.

[You know.]

[bonetiddies]

[UGH. This is why she can't talk to him. The sin of cringe!!!]

This isn't a novel.

[holeful]

[Yeah we decided the secret golden end is Fukuda ascends to become the avatar of cringe, the 9th sin.]

Well, no, but... character archetypes aren't built on nothing. I'm saying you two have the qualities of someone like that.

[bonetiddies]

[Not even accurate, Fukuda, she's just the rival slash love interest to the protagonist. This whole conversation is making Harrowhark "only accepts praise for skeletons" Nonagesimus want to die.]

. . . Thank you.