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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Comments

[probe]

Hmm. No, not really. I didn't get a chance to talk to a lot of people who were interested in talking to me.

It's always nice when someone wants to talk to just you, no business, right?

[holeful]

... Aah. I think it's natural to want that sort of simple connection. But so many things make it hard. People's preconceptions and their biases... Worrying about what other people think, too.

[probe]

[they nod their hooded head.]

Wow, I completely understand! They just think you're someone you're not. If they aren't busy with their own work all the time, they are really passing serious judgements on you. All while not stopping by to even say hello!

It's tough.

[holeful]

[Nodding as well... wow... such relateable.]

What sort of person are you, then? You're already carrying quite a label, I'm guessing Sloth?
[Based on the options he's been given.]

[probe]

No one important really. Just a greeter. Welcome!

Sometimes, I might fall asleep, but I swear I'm working on it!

[holeful]

Ah, but aren't you one of our guides? I think that makes you plenty important.

[probe]

That's, like... one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me... that I'm important.

Wow.

mods I want to protect Sloth with my life

[holeful]

Hahaha...
[He doesn't say that's weird or sad because honestly mood.]

I hope everyone here is being nice to you, at least.

good die for them

[probe]

Oh, a lot of people are! More of you are nicer than I thought you'd be considering the state of all of the rooms we left you with!

[holeful]

Well, you wanted us to indulge, didn't you? I don't know if all the things people have done are truly malicious.

[That's just him guessing, though.]

[probe]

I guess you're not entirely wrong. I don't know if some of it was considered indulging, though. But it's fine, I don't mind!

[holeful]

The only thing I'm concerned about is all the knives that went missing, myself.

[Like... for what purpose do you steal a knife?]

[probe]

Look on the bright side: if someone uses one of them, you'll know for sure!

[cause someone will be dead]

[holeful]

... What do you mean?

[SURELY SLOTH CAN'T MEAN THAT, HE FIGURES?]

[probe]

Uh, you know! Probably someone will be injured, or, worse, dead! Then you'll really know where the knives went more than likely!

[holeful]

At that point we'd have bigger concerns than where the knives have gone, though...

[probe]

You don't have to worry. Everyone always dies sometime!

[holeful]

I-
[Ma'am/Sir????]

Well, yes, but... [always sometimes????] You aren't worried about people being murdered?

[probe]

Not especially. That happens all the time, you know. Murder. Are you, um, worried about dying?

[holeful]

Hahaha... well, dying really hurts, you know? No matter how many times it happens.

[probe]

Boy, I've heard that a lot! I don't know myself. I've never died!

I think it's okay. It doesn't hurt for very long sometimes. And then after, why! As long as you get across and you weren't naughty... you're good to go!

[holeful]

[There's a lot to unpack here.]

Get across? Are you talking about the River Styx?
[He's not sure what else someone would have to cross after death.]

[probe]

Those are some conclusions you've got there! Cross to the other side. You know, from the living to the dead side!

First, you're alive, and then you're dead.

[holeful]

Either way, you make it sound as if there is some sort of existence after death.

[probe]

Oh yeah, you bet! It's not much of one, but it's there!