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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envy, greed, wrath help thats too many dont give me three

[headmt]

... Is this what all the ominous speeches were about?

[evocationary]

Sometimes you get struck by protagonist disease. For sure.

[headmt]

Molly, copy my 7th Level spell before it's too late and I never come back.

[Just. Leaning to smooch her on the side of the head it's fine.]

[evocationary]

[that makes her laugh, and she very carefully leans up to hug him, if he lets her!]

Look, what if I never came - came back, that's, uh, that's my whole traumatic backstory, okay? Don't just rub it in! Wow.

[headmt]

You're back now though, yes? Until whatever shocking thing happens tomorrow.

[we've all got traumatic backstories about dying suddenly and leaving our loved ones behind you arent special lup]

[evocationary]

[be nice to lup or i'm going to take out my greatsword you terror]

I'm back for right now, yeah. We have some time.

[headmt]

[no she stole taakos @]

Well. Good. Could always use a little more time. Enjoy your juice.

[evocationary]

[she watches him with a little smile.]

Mmhm.

[worthyness]

Consider this a stroke of inspiration. [shut the fuck up miles.] We had a few ideas to try and found a decent solution for the time being.

[headmt]

Shut the fuck up, Miles.

[wow.]

Did you have to bring the robot back?

[worthyness]

[there's a snort of almost-amusement, but it's fine.]

I wasn't in charge of that particular rescue mission. And besides that, without knowing its plan it really is best to have all of you in one location.

[headmt]

Genuinely forgot how many people we started with. Forgot how loud it was.

[worthyness]

I'm sure you can understand why we sent the four that we sent down to the floor on your first weekend here.

[loud. annoying. terrible.]

[headmt]

Yet somehow you're still weak to our charms.

[stop,]

[worthyness]

Not that weak, mind you.

[stop x2]

[averagemedium]

To be totally fair, I don't think I said anything ominous...?

[he looks faintly uncertain from his spot on the floor, but. hewwo.]

[headmt]

[hey just squatting down then if he's gonna stay on the floor.]

No, I suppose not, but you do always sound a little morose, Ryan.

[averagemedium]

I-

[he's about to say that no, thank you, he does not?? but, uh, apparently he's tearing up a little first, then blinking in alarm.]

I'm-! I'm fine, it's fine, it's fine, I just-- none of you have ever called me that--

[it caught him a little off-guard to hear one of them actually say his name, maybe.]

[headmt]

[Just reaching to pat him on the shoulder, though the hand stays there afterwards.]

I can go back if you like. Any name you prefer, really, doesn't matter to me.

[averagemedium]

-no. No, I like hearing you use it.

[if the hand's staying there, then he's reaching up to rest one of his on top of it.]

[headmt]

[there it stays! until he just moves it to cup his cheek for a second.]

You going to stay on the floor with all your juice for a bit?

[averagemedium]

Maybe. Unless you have a better idea?

[he just leans into the touch easily, contentedly.]

[headmt]

[sir there's a furby around]

I can think of better places than the floor. And Frumpkin is there?

[averagemedium]

[he doesn't care about that it's fine.]

I don't mind sharing with cats.

[but he's half-laughing when he says it.]

Better places like what?