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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Comments

[bonetiddies]

Yes, we did gather both. I had a really interesting plan, too. [Sigh. Depressing.]

Despite how entirely chaotic things have become, it is rather refreshing to have everyone in one place. What on earth happened to the robot.

[messybench]

Yeah, well, you are one of the smartest of us bozos, so I'm sure you'll come up with some other amazing plan. [ not sarcasm!! ]

... Honestly, I have no idea. He was talking about helping us with reprogramming the furby, but unless he got reprogrammed, I dunno if I'd trust this new attitude makeover.

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow basically can only tolerate being praised about a few things, but being smart is one of them, so she just nods.] That is true, but I have no particularly great plans at the moment.

[Back to the murderbot.]

. . . Oh. A ruse, perhaps. Maybe we ought to melt him before he starts indiscriminately killing us again? It is Thursday.

[messybench]

Well, I have a date with some shrimp and tequila, but after that we can regroup.

[ aka town hall tomorrow! ]

[ also eleanor laughs bc she is a mean girl ]

Honestly, I think we can use him. I don't buy this whole therapy bot nonsense, but I do think he's probably more interested in maiming furbies than us right now. Which, fighting it is is a terrible plan, but he'd be a great distraction.

[bonetiddies]

Mmm. Maybe we can make a deal with it - leave the tastiest wrath snack we have behind?

[messybench]

I mean, it loves murder, right? Highest indulgence! So that'd be an excellent offering.

[bonetiddies]

Instead of melting him, we could make a second one, and leave them to fight it out. Between this and the elevator. . .

[messybench]

[ hk the elevator fucker returns ]

Oh yeah, that's plenty of indulgences right there.. fighting to the death, elevator banging, the whole shebang. [ pun intended? ] Good looking out, Harrow.