WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE....2

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[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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[probe]

Sure was! [they blow a big old raspberry.] We were going to come visit yesterday but somebody broke the elevator!

At least I wasn't stuck in the elevator with Pride. Or Despair. Ugh.

[bonetiddies]

Which one are you, then?

[Pride, Despair. . . ]

[probe]

Wrath! Don't the swords give it away? [they point at the symbol on their hood.]

[bonetiddies]

Oh. Take me to the indulgence center, daddy.

[Gross.]

[probe]

Am I wrong? That's exactly what this place is.

[bonetiddies]

I suppose. Thus far, it has been more of a center for cheese crimes.

[Pointing at their feet. I didn't like writing this sentence.]

Are those. . . supposed to be on fire?

[probe]

[harrow, your feetish.]

Cheese crimes! [hold on. they cup their hands around their... mouth? where a mouth should be, and yell:] Perpetrator of cheese crimes, let it be known that you will face retribution!

[and then they look at harrowhark again. anyway. they wiggle their toesies.]

Yes and no.

[bonetiddies]

Technically, the perpetrator of cheese crimes was likely "indulging." This is what comes of giving no more guidance than "do things that you feel like doing."

[Huff.]

Do you need them put out?

[probe]

... Sure, you're right. But I'm not, uh, cleaning it up. I'm not and never will be a sexy maid.

[as for the rest:] You can try? They just reignite.

[bonetiddies]

If they aren't hurting you, I won't waste either of our time.

[She's placated a little by them immediately admitting she's right, though.]

Are the eight of you from this place? Or were you brought here as we were?

[probe]

They're not hurting me, but uh, that's sweet of you.

... Yes and no. [please, wrath, be a little more helpful.]

[bonetiddies]

Care to elaborate?

[probe]

Not really.

We haven't been here forever, if that's what you're asking.

[bonetiddies]

Why are you overseeing us, then? What do you get out of it?

[probe]

Aw, that's spoilers, babe.

[bonetiddies]

No. I'm afraid "babe" isn't going to happen.

But very well. Can you provide any more guidance about how to achieve our goals?

[probe]

Says you.

Uh, hm, sure. So you have something you want, right? Which one are you? Despair? Bummer.

[they glance towards the elevator.] When Despair is around, ask them what you can do to indulge. They'll have a better idea. But uh, honestly - what do you want to do?

[bonetiddies]

Despair?

[Looking at the mark on her hand, curious, a little disquieted.]

I see. I'm not sure how one is meant to indulge in despair. Compose poetry? Ugh.

[The question of what she wants to do is a little harder.]

I've never given much thought to such things. I want. . . to get what I came here for. That's all.

[probe]

You could tell someone your tragic backstory.

Seriously, though. Live a little. Your whole thing is death, and that's cool, I get that, but - take this chance to do whatever the fuck you want. This is the one place you don't have to be responsible.

[they sound weirdly earnest.]

[bonetiddies]

. . . All right. [To the earnest part, not the tragic backstory, which she makes a face at. But they aren't wrong about her not having had many chances to not be responsible.]

I'll think about it.

[probe]

For sure. [they seem pleased.]

And if you ever want help, you can come talk to me. Even if you're not one of mine.

[bonetiddies]

For the embodiment of Wrath, you are surprisingly constructive. I suppose that is what I should call you? Wrath?

[probe]

I mean, you haven't seen me angry yet. [they say, cheerfully.]

Wrath is fine.

[bonetiddies]

I should like to see what that's like, though I hope we won't come to work at cross purposes.

[probe]

[harrow gets the sense that wrath is winking.]

Don't worry. You'll get a chance.