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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[fisherwoman]

[crossing her arms! but once he's approaching, she doesn't look away.]

Say whatever you want to, then.

[notaccurate]

Mmm, I would rather you do the talking first. Unless you are more of a coward than Law and Mineo?

[fisherwoman]

[there's a flicker in her expression for maybe a second, but then she just sighs.]

I don't know what you're hoping to get out of this, but I probably can't give it to you, you know.

[notaccurate]

Not even an answer for "why did you kill me?" Because that, at least, is an answer only for me. I'm leaving the rest for the others to extract from you.

[fisherwoman]

When I say that whatever reason I give you isn't going to be satisfying, I'm not saying that to be cruel, you know. But if you're thinking it was something personal, that's not right.

[notaccurate]

You misunderstand me. I don't actually care about your reasons. I already know you're a selfish cow. But in my experiences, people like you usually try to make themselves sound sympathetic before they're crushed by the weight of their own choices. I thought you might like to keep up that pretense.

[fisherwoman]

[after a moment:]

...I'll let that one slide since they care about you. Is that all?

[notaccurate]

One last thing:

I'll cooperate for now, until we're out of here. But once this is over, stay away from me and mine. I'm feeling generous enough to let all of this go if you leave me alone, but don't test my patience.

[fisherwoman]

[she - looks surprised by that for maybe a moment, before:]

Did you think I was planning on doing the opposite? [...] I'm not sure who you mean by yours, but I won't make it an issue either way.

[notaccurate]

I didn't think you would murder me, and yet here we are.

[Just. Pointing that out.]

But so long as we understand each other.

[He's not explaining what he means by 'his' either.]

[fisherwoman]

[she looks like she's a second from saying something nasty for a moment, but she stops herself.]

Understood, understood.