WEEK ZERO MINGLE - Party Games Edition

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. It's a beautiful day here in Hell and you're not gonna get anywhere by sleeping in all morning. After a rocky weekend, you may be finding yourself still trying to make sense of everything. Like…you're dead. Isn't that still so crazy? Wow!

But don't wallow about it. It's time to embrace your new afterlife and take a look at the world around you. You can look outside the windows of your dormitory and see that the reddish sun has risen a little higher in the sky. There's no cheerful sound of birds chirping or anything of the sort. You only have each other right now.

Venturing downstairs, you'll find that the front door has finally unlocked and you're able to step outside. The air is hot, a blast of warm air directly smacking you in the face as your feet step onto the dry, barren wasteland stretching ahead of you. Little cracks and fissures appear under your feet as you walk, glowing crimson as the heat follows after you. But it's worth exploring, don't you think?

For any of you who immediately make a break for the dock, you'll be happy to hear that there isn't a ferry at the moment. You can see the faint outlines of islands in the distance, but you have no chance of heading out to any of them just yet. Boo. Oh well. There's plenty of places to look around on this island. You didn't exactly get a grand tour yesterday, so take the opportunity to look around and get to know the lay of the land.

Maybe you're the chatty type who wants to get to know everyone else around you. Or maybe you're the type who just wants to mind their own damn business and expects everyone else to, too. No matter what though, as you go through your daily activities over the course of the week you will find that on occasion you will be compelled to tell a lie or spread a rumor about another new resident. You might tell a stranger your new roommate has cute underwear with little bunnies on it. Perhaps you'll tell someone else that the person across the street was programmed with the most tragic backstory on account of being a cyborg. There's no limit to how real or outlandish these stories are.

It almost seems as though it's simply meant to be an annoyance.

And speaking of annoyances? Don't forget to check out what's new on Bicker. You can always contact each other via public Beeks or by sliding into their DMs.

Likewise, you'll find that your personal demons' accounts are live and active and despite what some of them may say, their DMs are also open.

Good luck!

Good morning everybody, and welcome to your week zero mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is a rumor mill! Characters will feel compelled to lie or gossip about other characters at various times, or whenever the rule of funny applies.

-Audiences for the personal demons are now open! Please submit all requests under the correct weekly header.

-Please submit all PC submissions under the correct weekly header.

-The Bicker poll is public! All replies will be public, and players may also post their own Beeks in their toplevels that will be considered public. You are free to reply directly to the appropriate toplevels, or you may create Beeks in your own toplevels with other prompts. Be free.

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PLAYS BEER PONG IMMEDIATELY

[onlythans]

[cavaliered]

Howww... do you do this. [she is already tipsy, but the spirit is willing.] Teach me the ways.

[onlythans]

[Gideon, he likes you, and therefore —]

Well, that depends. Do you want to win?

[cavaliered]

Obviously. [winning is her middle name, and also above and beyond, apparently.]

[onlythans]

Then let's round up two other people to play against us.

[HE IS HERE FOR VICTORY]

[cavaliered]

[she is SO RAZZED by this. she shoves his shoulder like a bro and grins so widely her face might crack in two.]

Fuck yeah. [she peers across the bar. who else is a lightweight that isn't gideon.]

[onlythans]

In the meanwhile, how is your hand-eye coordination? Can you hit what you aim at, or are you more the hack and slash and pray sort?

[How did he end up bros with a redheaded girl both taller and younger than him. Truly this is the best timeline.]

[psynchronise]

[ he quietly bets on the jock lesbian and the old man (“he’s the same age as you dat—“) the old man.


the bet is three slightly damp beer mats. ]

[armedmascot]

[ studies from afar because he also needs to learn and also wants to win ]

[onlythans]

Joining us, then?

[he sees you creepin bucky]

[armedmascot]

[ watching gideon before shrugging, ]

Sure.

[outsidebones]

[she's very awkward at a party so she'll kind of hover nearby.]

[onlythans]

[Look the man is a riot at a party but he's not so much of a riot that he doesn't still have a weak spot for shy girls in a crowd, so —]

Need anything? I can fetch you another drink before the game begins, if you want one.

[outsidebones]

No, that won't be necessary.

[she looks at the game.]

What is it?

[onlythans]

A game of accuracy. Your aim is to land the ball in one of your opponents' cups, aligned across the table.

[He shrugs.]

But if you're not interested in drinking, I wouldn't recommend it.

[outsidebones]

[hmm.]

I can be very accurate. I will drink, if I must.

[greatvalue]

[He stares at the set up...]

What is this?

[onlythans]

[in this thread: thancred plays beer pong sherpa to a horde of ACTUAL CHILDREN]

A game of skill and drinking — but mostly drinking. Not a frequent patron of taverns, I gather?

[greatvalue]

... Huh. How do you play?

[He seems INTRIGUED by the mention of skill.]

Not really. I didn't, uh, have the time for it.

[Like his age wouldn't be the main issue...]

[onlythans]

[you can't just assume short elf-eared people are minors when you come from a place where lalafell exist and basically invented capitalism]

That's rather the point of taverns, is to make time for them. But regardless — 'tis fairly straightforward. One throws the ball and seeks to land it in the cups on the opposite side. If he succeeds, the other team drinks the cup. When all the opponent's cups are gone, you win. And your opponents are, generally speaking, very deep in their cups.

[anothen]

What do we have here?

[ HOW DO YOU PONG BEER? He's doing quite well with all the alcohol. ]

[onlythans]

[most important question: does the beer pong game end because pom cerberus gets overexcited and runs off with all the balls to play with]

A game of skill and accuracy, and of course drinking. Not familiar with it, I gather?

[anothen]

[ The hellhound is well behaved, but perhaps anyone that gives him attention can tell that he is fancies the balls of pong. ]

Afraid not, good sir, but it sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe I'll bring it back with me to the Underworld once we escape. That is if you're willing to teach me.

[onlythans]

[team b better stay away from this adorable pupper]

I certainly am. Perhaps I won't even beat you soundly in record time, to better allow us to speak of this Underworld of yours.

[A beat, and then, in lower tones: ]

And your ideas for vacating this one.

[anothen]

[ Softly: ]

For now, my idea is to follow what the personal demons mentioned—receiving an invitation from Lord Satan and see if the contest truly is to outdrink him. What waits beyond... I won't know until I'm there.

[ Until he knows more, that's kind of all he can go off of? ]

What about the Underworld interests you?