WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE....2

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POPULATION: 37

[At around 10 AM sunday morning, there is the sound of a very alarming, earth-shaking crash that comes from the hallway with the elevator.

Should you choose to investigate, you will come across four figures splattered across the ground in front of said elevator, covered in slime and bits of fur.

The first figure to pop up is a figure in a hooded cloak with a crossed swords symbol etched into the side of the hood. They use the rest of the figures on the floor to push themselves up and then immediately let out a blood-curdling shriek as they just… set the elevator on fire.

As the elevator closes over the flames, the smallest figure in a hooded cloak with a ring of hearts symbol rolls off to the side, looking at their slime-coated sleeves with a distressed nya sound. They reach up to wipe bits of slime off of the two bumps at the top of their head, flinging it on the floor before sitting up on their knees.

The third hooded figure rolls up, and then rolls? into the air? to float? The very tip of the white, spiraled horn on the top of their head jutting through the hood is chipped. :( A wilted plant symbol is embroidered on the side of the hood. They clap their hands somewhat excitedly.]

Wow, we, like, didn’t die!

[The tallest figure finally pulls themselves up off the floor with a little groan, having been on the bottom of the pile. They reach up to rub their head, careful of the hood of their cloak, which has an eye symbol embroidered on the side. Their sleeve slips down a little, and a bright green eye opens up on their forearm, swiveling to look around before it closes and blinks out of existence.]

Jeez, did we not have enough property destruction already? Cannot believe you bitches live like this, by the way.

[The elevator is now closed, and the figure with the wrath symbol just sits down on the floor and starts shucking the slime off their sleeves like they’re squeegee-ing it. Their cloak is pulled up a little, which means everybody can see their bare feet, which are on fire. grumbled:]

Wish I were dead.

[The figure with the lust symbol whines slightly as they get to their feet, leaving little time between the moment they stand and the moment they move in the blink of an eye to jump onto the tallest figure’s back, draping themselves over them as they look around. Please ignore the way the back of their cloak quivers just slightly.]

Aw, don’t say that. How were we supposed to know the elevator would get stuck?

Oof- [The tall figure only stumbles slightly, just taking hold of their new barnacle’s legs like this is not the first time it’s happened. They are allowed to feel tall.]

Well, now it’s stuck and on fire, which I personally don’t think is a huge improvement? Can we, uh, move on? Definitely not it.

[In the background, the wrath hood lies on the floor and expires.]

Welcome to, uh--here! We were going to come down earlier to greet you, buuuut someone broke the elevator! We’re here now, though, so… hello!

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[toesies]

Hi! Hello, so glad you made it. [Pauses. Glances at the currently burning elevator.] ... Well, mostly made it!

[Brightly! Cheerfully!]

Anyway, I have two questions. One— [Gesturing at their hand, which is now sans eye? I guess.] What the fuck is that? And two!

[She holds up her hand, the one with the tattoo, and points at it.]

Where is the smartass who designed these because I'd like to have a word with them?

[Sheila, there are other priorities.]

[probe]

Um- it's my eyes? They just, you know, sort of... happen. I'm trying to keep it a little under control, I know it's a little weird.

[they sound slightly uncomfortable. but when she asks about the tattoo, they hum, then just shake their head.]

The tattoos weren't us, so I can't really point you at anybody?

[toesies]

Eyes usually don't just sort of happen. Don't you have, you know— [Gestures at their head area? Head adjacent.] Eyes up there?

[Sheila, you can't just ask someone about their body horror.]

Ugh, seriously? Fuck me! Then where the hell did you get the [waggles fingies] mysteriously matching uniforms?

[probe]

I-- of course I do, jeez, what do you think I am?

[they frown, slightly, mouth just barely visible under the hood.]

And I made these.

[which they sound slightly proud of.]

[toesies]

Well, I dunno. You could be anything and I wouldn't know because of the hood.

[Shrugs!! She is only? Stating facts? And speaking of the hood, she gives them a slow once-over, a smile on her face.]

Oh. They're... nice! So pretty. Really bold fashion statement. But follow-up question: The logos? I'm just so curious as to where you got those from if you didn't come up with them.

[probe]

I got them from the tattoos.

[they nod. obviously!]

What I am physically doesn't really matter though. I'm just myself, I guess?

[toesies]

[Nodding, nodding. She can jive with being whatever the fuck they are, that's fine. She's not eldritchist.]

Okay. Then, what? You embroidered all of that between us getting here and us meeting you? Unless you have a tattoo on you, too, then that would be a less concerning period of time.

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[they pause, then carefully shift lust's weight so they can hold up a hand. just briefly! they flash the back of it, which does seem to have a green eye mark, though something seems a little different about theirs. they don't let her get a good look, though.]

Helps to have a little advance warning! But I am pretty fast, I don't usually, uh, have much else to do. I could've done it pretty quickly.

[toesies]

[Love that Lust is just vibing here while Sheila obsessed over questionable tattoos. She squints and tilts her head, frowning.]

Huh. Can I see that hand again? That specific hand, for more than one second.

[probe]

I'm kind of using it?

[they nod up toward lust, who is still perched on them.]

Maybe we can talk about it later, though. When I'm not being a living stepstool.

[toesies]

Hm. [A minute pause, as she considers it. And then she nods.] Sure. But you better not leave me on read, okay?

[Cheerfully.]

Anyway, I noticed whoever's a match for my tattoo isn't here. Were they too busy to show their face? [...] Or their... not-a-face?

[probe]

The others, uh, didn't want to come. You kind of got the ones of us who volunteered? Sorry about them.

[they do sound apologetic, at least.]

Gluttony's busy though, yeah, it's not like they just went 'hey, actually, fuck all of you guys'.

[toesies]

Busy with something that came up because they didn't want to come? Or busy because there was actually something important? Choose one.

[probe]

For them specifically? Busy because of something actually important, I'd say.

[they hum, thinking.]

Pride is most likely 'busy because they didn't want to come'. Despair is probably also legitimately busy.

[toesies]

... Okay. Then I won't give them as much shit as I could have. Noted. Thank you.

[A pause, and leans a little closer to Envy (and Lust). Her voice is lower, almost sheepish.]

By the way, how likely do you think it would be for us to wrap this up in, uh... let's say, a week? Because I— have a medical condition, and it would be great if I didn't miss a dose of my meds. No one wants to deal with a medical emergency, right?

[probe]

Thaaaat is more up to you guys than us, but I'm going to guess probably longer than that?

[their voice is lowered in turn, matching hers. they are a polite avatar.]

We'll help you out before it's a problem, though, promise. You're here to indulge and all, yeah? Part of our job is making sure you can do that.

[toesies]

[Pauses. Blinks. Squints.]

Really? Are you sure about that? Because I'm not talking about over the counter, yeah...? And it's a little worrying that you would offer to help me with that— without a pharmaceutical license. Which is so illegal.

[probe]

Oh, we don't really have to worry about that here.

[who needs legality! not envy.]

We'll have you covered.

[toesies]

[... Hm! Well, that's probably fine.]

Fine. Then you better hope you get it right, or else the cheese in the other room will feel like the good times. Because, I promise, I will puke everywhere.

[Smiles! And gives them their space back.]

So, sin of gluttony. What am I expected to do to get my prize? Eat until I put on like thirty pounds, or what?

[probe]

Don't worry! We will, we know about, um. Your medical condition.

[they nod. nooo puking everywhere!]

You'd have to ask Gluttony for more details, probably, but- it's not necessarily just about food. You can want a whole lot of just about anything, you know?

[toesies]

... Oh? Hm.

[Slight pause, unsure of this HIPAA violation? Well, anyway.]

Well, I guess I can work with that. Do you know how soon I can text them? Which reminds me, you really should have used future tense in your Q&A.

[probe]

Thank you, I totally said that but no, someone else did the formatting.

[a slight huff!]

I don't know exactly, but I'm going to go wiiiith 'soon'.

[toesies]

Well, thank you for having common sense! Can you tell whoever that was to sit the fuck down next time? Unless their indulgence is capturing that same feeling you get when you call the DMV and it's disconnected. Then congrats, they did just that.

[probe]

It wasn't Greed, but also, that description sounds exactly like Greed.

[they sound like they're trying not to laugh.]

[toesies]

Yeah... If they're the one who defined indulgence for us, then I don't mind that the description fits them. Fuck you, Greed.