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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Comments

[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.

[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.]

[bileygr]

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

[greatvalue]

Cool? Sounds like he'd fit right in.

[hardrocklife]

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

This could work.

[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.

[hardrocklife]

[... Right. He nods, like he agrees. (He doesn't really. He just likes knives.)]

Okay. You get on the wheel, and I'll do the throwing.

[voidshift]

[he looks at the knives.

looks at eto.

back at the knife table.

...scoots away.]

[bileygr]

Oh, come on. Don't be a baby.

Promise I won't hit you, and even if I do -- [ She taps the knife blade hard on the table. It does not clunk off like she expected. It is a respectable knife, even if it isn't exactly super sharp. ] -- oh, nevermind. Maybe it would hurt.

[voidshift]

[-oh, help. his ears stand straight up in alarm at that.]

Alright, we're definitely not using the knives.

[astika]

[raises an eyebrow "which prompt" yes]

[bileygr]

Whaaat?

Wanna be my audience, or a guest actor even, maybe?

[ Gesturing to the wheel of death. ]

[failbo]

...aaaaah...as much as getting impaled while on that wheel would amuse them all I think I'll say no. Sorry, Eto, I...kinda like not bleeding.

[...Filbo, could you not have taken for granted you would get stabbed. Well, to be fair, he has more, well, body mass than most people here, so the odds were far higher than with anyone else and he knows that, but still!]

[bileygr]

I... don't know if you'd fit on it, actually.

[ The strap was perhaps not made to comfortably hold onto a mid-heavy cylinder with a 3 foot diameter... ]

[anothen]

Is he a poet? [ Hm. ] Well, I love me a good performance, nevertheless. Let's see it.

[ doesn't even consider the knives or the spinning wheel this all seems normal to him ]

[bileygr]

Playwright, my dear. Though it is a form of poetry in itself, so sayeth many of his supporters.

[ Hell is so silly like that. She spins in her dress and clears her throat, dramatically holding this prop skull and prop knife up. ]

The raven himself is hoarse, that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty!

Make thick my blood; stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it!

Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief!

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, ‘Hold, hold!’

[ontrend]

Ooh, I want to see that! You go, girl!

[bileygr]

Which thing, Kuranosuke dear? I promise I haven't had anything to drink if you wanted to try the wheel.

[teufelshund]

The old "alas, poor Yorick", or are you going to surprise us?

[bileygr]

It would be all too easy to do a Hamlet with these props. There's a number of infamous soliloquys I could choose from, though.

[engineers]

Oooh, we could recite something together!

[ or like, throw knives. ] Maybe throw knives and recite at the same time?

[bileygr]

Efficient.

Alright then, pick a play and shall we get this performance rolling?