WEEK ONE - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Hellions? Hm, well, no matter the name you're all in the same situation...and alive! Good for you! You're doing better than some of the others.

Aw, don't be mad...that's a compliment, isn't it? Satan's grace has shined upon you and you have more opportunities to show just why you deserve an invite to the house party.

For those of you who slept in the dorm last night, when you make your way downstairs to head off for the day you'll be greeted with a new message on the white board in the common room.

Six Weeks and Four Days Until Satan's House Party!!

Just in case you needed the reminder.

But out the door you go for another fun-filled (?) week. At the dock, there's a ferry happily floating on the lava and waiting for you to climb aboard. While there are still several islands in your line of vision you can't quite see, it seems as though the ferry can now shuttle you between the college island and a new locations called Hallow's Hollow. Watch your step upon de-boarding! Wouldn't want you to slip and drown in the lava, now would we?

A new place might be a great opportunity to take your mind off of the events of last week. You're probably feeling a little angry, or sad, or frustrated. Maybe you're feeling annoyed or hopeless about the situation. But it's a little strange...even for those of you who are usually very good at keeping yourself in check, things feel a bit different now. Over the course of the week you will find yourself dealing with intense emotions, feelings that swarm over you and won't calm down until you're emotionally vulnerable with someone else. Yes, all right, some of you are already quite good at feeling your feelings, but for the rest of you? This may be something you just can't ignore no matter how hard you try.

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.

Enjoy yourselves!

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

-This week's effect is emotional overload! Characters will experience intense emotions at unprompted times (rule of funny applies) and will not be able to calm down until they share these emotions/their feelings with another character. These emotions can be good or bad.

-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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[bookpapers]

[help

lavi gets the expression one gets when you're trying not to laugh but also like failing,]

Whaddya think, ten out of ten?

[cavaliered]

[vertically. like a javelin.]

A lot. [she can Lift, she doesn't have a number. i mean, listen, she has picked up akira before. she'll do it now without asking. c'mere, lizard boy.]

[bookpapers]

[OKAY TUXEDO MASK

Lavi yelps upon impact, jumping a little as confetti gets in his EYES and HAIR, which means he lands on air, slipping off the bar

and then catching hold of the other bar just in time,]

Think I got some glitter in my mouth...

[cavaliered]

[friendly! this means gideon has absolutely no problem mussing date's hair in his face. binch.]

I don't want to hear that horseshit coming out of your mouth, Date, like you didn't bring the corn demons down upon us.

[anothen]

... Thank you for that information, sir.

[ He will keep the six pack in mind, he guesses? It's nice to know, he guesses². he will assign Jingheng an eight pack. ]

[bileygr]

As long as you don't burn the place down by the end of the day, dear.

[ You two. ]

[voidshift]

Do you have to do it like this?

[don't spritz him!! geez.]

[pathopen]

[Look at this sad, wet homunculus.]

... Why?

[anothen]

[ MILF MANOR IS WHEN SONS DATES OTHER DUDES' MOMS AND THEN THE MOMS DATE OTHER MOMS' SONS ]

[psynchronise]

[ well he gets a clap for not eating shit. ]

Do a backflip!

[failbo]

I can't say no to that! Make space!

[Grump yeah he's going up there, just for the fun of it. How hard can it be? And indeed, once Filbo manages to climb up, he somehow manages to keep his balance despite being so much more cylindrical than Lavi is]

There we go. Don't ask me to make flips of any kind, though!

[bileygr]

[ I think it'd be funny. Eto is standing here in front of a table of event knives specifically, looking one over, and then over at a spinning wheel with nobody on it...

Oooor she'll just look dryly amused otherwise, standing about with a prop skull. ]

I'll recite a Shakespeare monologue, dramatically, if that's what it takes.

[bookpapers]

[he has to, he must spritz]

I'm all ears if you've got a better idea.

[psynchronise]

[ HIS HAIR. AAAAAAAA. ]

The corn demons were drawn to the delight you took in beating them up. I'm convinced of it.

[voidshift]

I feel like that should be my line.

[get it. ears. haha.

anyway, he's contemplating the props.]

I don't know, how coordinated are you?

[psynchronise]

[ genius plan incoming -- ]

Tape the skull to the spinning wheel, throw knives at it while dramatically reciting Shakespeare.

[ he'd... honestly he'd pay to see that? he'd go watch that. ]

[bileygr]

I was thinking they'd be separate activities, not all lump sum.

[psynchronise]

The lump sum might be enough to get the six prominent members of the viewing public to stop booing us for a moment.

[greatvalue]

...

What's a Shakespeare?

[so sorry eto.]

[hardrocklife]

[Zelgadis was also drawn to the knives. He looks between her and the wheel.]

This could work.

[bileygr]

He's a guy, an infamous playwright of the 17th century. His soliloquys have been quoted into the ground by now.

[astika]

And here I thought there was "no fire"?

[SIGHS]

Spit it out. You're clearly going to do it one way or another, so we might as well have people on standby.

[bileygr]

That's on you, not on me.

[ Suck less, etc. She hands him the skull. ]

Alright, why don't we take turns, then. First one to hit the skull wins.

[bileygr]

The more macabre of performance shows is more than likely the kind that gets their attention better.

Nothing says excitement like a rush of adrenaline.

[voidshift]

[he looks at the knives.

looks at eto.

back at the knife table.

...scoots away.]