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WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE....2
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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[when she peers up, she can't quite see any of their facial features besides their mouth! but in that indistinct shadow under the hood, there's definitely a green glow where their eyes would be.]
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[ discount argos... ]
And if they keep breaking things? Do you plan to do anything about it, or is this a hands-off kind of deal?
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[they sound a little amused. since she's standing close and envy's hands are currently occupied, there's now just an eye on the part of their neck that's visible above the collar of their robes.]
It's not fully hands-off, but things can be fixed. If you guys don't want stuff to be broken half the time, though, you can always handle it yourselves if you feel like it!
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So, if you're here to answer questions... here's one for you. [ she's holding up the back of her hand so the neck eye can see? ] What exactly is this about? And don't tell me we all went a little too heavy on the wine before we got here - Bacchanalians aren't my style.
[ that's a roman thing, you know. ]
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[they tilt their head, as they peer at her tattoo.]
Despair, huh... they're not that bad to deal with, I think? Not, um, the most social of us, but they'll do their job if you have questions about indulgence.
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Despair? Are you really telling me that I'm supposed to indulge by boo-hooing about my tragic backstory to anyone who will listen? No, thank you. I was done with that the second I was out of Hades' boney little clutches.