7rings | 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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Absolutely not. [no injuries! he's freezing though so she gets to deal with a cold draft coming from him. he also is wearing gloves, though his claws are fitting in the fingers awkwardly.]

And as I said, it wasn't entirely important at the time.

It does. You have an M-theme name with your dog and that's very important to me. [ she shudders a bit at the cold draft but just. pokes him anyway? cold...... ] How did you guys manage all this, then?

[he shakes his head.]

You realize that isn't why he's named Maus, but alright. [he glances behind him toward the machine room.]

Essentially, the dream machine was used to establish a connection with the location the deceased were held. From there, a bit of magic was applied and a portal was opened to usher them out before the realm collapsed.

That's what you say. [ fake news. ]

... Sooo... you guys mixed magic, science, and a little bit of luck? [ she tilts her head towards the room ] Who came up with that idea?

[:|]

Yes, something to that effect. I suppose you could call it a collaborative effort after Miss Sagan explained exactly how the machine was supposed to work.

Well... good job! [ and you guys didn't even get murdered for it this time! she does not say it. ] That'll make consolidating our information easier once everyone gets... over things.

[ cannibals. ]

There's a reason we chose to try it today.

[they assumed this would be sort of a mess.]

Think this means you guys will be part of the next meeting we do?

[ she's teasing, because she knows their lives are... quite frankly... terrible, with furbies involved, but ]

Quite frankly, your meetings are terrifying. [A MESS.] ...but I suppose we have no excuse now, do we?

You say that like everything to do with this place isn't a terrifying mess. [ she grins ] But if you're too scared of facing the full mess you've helped bring back...

Fair enough. [huff.] You realize goading me into it isn't going to work.

[it might work.]

Goading? I'm not goading. I'm very sincerely saying if you need a break and you want us to decide on everything all by ourselves without having any say so, it's totally understandable. If you're too tired to help solve things.

[ she's goading but it's clearly teasing. probably. nudges him again why is he so cold ]

When have you ever known me to take a break, Grace? [dryly.] Also? I can't say I entirely trust all of you to make decisions yourselves.

[god this is why she's both one of his favorites and one of the people he wants to yeet.]

[ b e a m s? can't yeet her with your baby arms edgy ]

So I can put you down as definitely showing up, then?

[watch him.]

I'll send Maus along in my place.

[that's close enough to a yes.]

Is that supposed to be a threat? Because that's the best case scenario.

[ let her hold the dog for the entire meeting and pay 0% attention ]

The threat would be revoking all visitation rights and that's still on the table.

Like you'd ever do that to Maus, he'd be too sad.

You do realize Maus only knew the eight of us prior to your arrival, yes? I'm sure he'd manage.

Sure, but like you'd settle for him managing.

[ dog spoiler ]

[...she has a good point.]

Tomorrow then.

Tomorrow! [ she wins ] We'll need all the help we can get anyway.

And even then it may not be enough, so best prepare ourselves for that.

Maybe, but we are a large group of people being entirely driven by spite, at this point.

So long as your spite is pointed in the right direction and not at each other.

[given. what's been going on here since the dead came back.]

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