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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Comments

[voidshift]

[hmm. he's evaluating, for a second.]

If you say you object, you'll have to make it up to me for the insult. Just so you know.

[onlythans]

Did it sound like I was going to object? Come here.

[bud you are not the first elf he has kissed and you won't be the last]

[voidshift]

Good answer.

[who are the future elves he is going to smooch, alex, huh?

but he'll lean down to allow this, he knows he's tall.]

[onlythans]

[look with the number of assassination attempts aymeric gets weekly he's bound to wind up here sooner or later]

I will call you a pain in the neck, however. Mine, specifically.

[drags him down further by the collar]

[voidshift]

And you think it isn't a pain in my back to lean down so far? You could manage standing on a chair.

[it's just teasing, though-- he's letting himself be dragged down, waiting expectantly. he is being so accommodating, now do the work for him, thanks.]

[onlythans]

Oh, there are a number of interesting solutions. But this venue's a bit public for such things.

[thancred stop saying things just to get the last word wicked white.

anyway here is a smooch. it is unfortunately really good despite absolutely tasting like beer.]

[voidshift]

[i regret to inform you he's also not bad. a small tendril or two that's come loose from his fancy braid wiggles. though the second he leans back:]

Why were you still drinking that? Have something better first if you're going to play this sort of game.

[onlythans]

Because the night is still young and I'd like to keep my faculties about me as long as possible.

[Almost curiously, he reaches up to try to catch the tendril between his thumb and forefinger, the same way a person might lightly try to catch a cat's tail.]

[voidshift]

It doesn't have to be strong to taste decent.

[honestly.

but, much like a cat's tail, the tendril sort of brushes against a finger at first and then wriggles to try to pull free once it's caught. noooo.]

[onlythans]

Call me nostalgic for the swill of home, then.

[oh no INTRIGUING]

Are you doing that consciously?

[voidshift]

I do, sometimes, but not usually. They have a little bit of a mind of their own.

[onlythans]

I've a friend whose tail behaves in much the same fashion. Is this bothersome?

[do you object to him playing with your PREHENSILE HAIR, RYN]