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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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I'm here. [and she presses a kiss to his cheek!] Told you I'd be fine!
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[ hugs are perfect, yes. his lingers for a lot longer than you might expect, and the annoying way he’s mushing his cheek in her shoulder as if to make her check for gray eventually stops into an actual, tight hug. ]
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I wasn't sure what was going to happen! Uh, I'm still not, actually, which totally blows, but for right now I'm fine. [she tugs his hair.] No gray.
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he props his chin on her shoulder and smiles like a darling little gremlin. ] Good. You seem much less sticky than the last time we saw each other!
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I lost my sticky in the war. There's a Fantasy Portal joke here that I can't think of because my brain is actually goo. Turns out using magic for like eight hours really makes a girl need to replenish her... uh, electrolytes? What the fuck is in a juice box.
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[ teasing!! he just plops down fully and takes this lap of lup, yes, hooking an arm around her. ] It's nice to see so much of your face again.
[ and, leaning around the wing a bit - ] Hello to you too, Despair. Can I learn your name now, too? That was all quite awkward, last week.
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We'll see how long my face lasts like this, but. [she'll let Despair talk if he's gonna.]
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[a pause, there. he saw that whispering, thanks. he just idly waves a hand.]
Then no.
[stop being an asshole for five fucking minutes.]
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Guess I'll start calling you baobei, too, then.
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[ stop pushing your luck ]