WEEK TWO - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Congratulations on not losing your head this weekend!

Ooh...too soon? Hm. Lighten up a little, gosh! 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.

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

The countdown continues...

But out the door you go for another busy 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, Hallow's Hollow, and a new location called Subnutica. Yeah. You heard us.

The nice thing is that your emotions seem to be in tact again. You feel a little recalibrated. You find that you're no longer struggling to understand why you're feeling the way you feel, but something still feels...off. It's hard to pinpoint what exactly it is, but it's as though a part of you is missing. Maybe eventually you'll discover that your sense of direction has disappeared. Or you've lost your ability to empathize with others (if you even had that to begin with). And even moreso, some of you may discover you've lost even more important things, such as your eyesight or your sense of touch. Various losses will persist throughout the whole week, but on occasion you may find you've regained what you initially lost and have lost something else instead.

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 loss! This one is a little more open-ended for you guys to play with! This can be anything from loss of senses, loss of certain emotions, loss of skills, loss of memories, loss of your mind, etc. If you're not sure, please feel free to ask! You do not have to stick with the same loss for the whole week! You can change it up as you see fit and/or for rule of funny.

-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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[cavaliered]

[I'M WEEPING if anything happened to yoru i would kill everybody in this room and then myself. gideon lets him do it, that's fine, she doesn't protest.]

Oh, you are good. [she is legitimately impressed.] Write that down, I want it carved on my ribs so my enemies can read it from where they lay cut down after facing my repurposed skeleton in the bone wars.

[refate]

[ i think the mods would riot if i ever put him in danger so he'll be fine maybe probably. for now gideon's just. getting a series of little braids then. ]

I'm good at bullshitting words and remembering things I read or hear, glad it comes in handy for eulogies. [ reaching for her sword to pull it over. one-handed it's a little oof but he manages better than date probably, esp since he's lower to the ground. ] Why are we subjecting you to the bone wars already?

[cavaliered]

[it's a really heavy sword, but he can manage. it's also very pretty.]

My muscles stopped working, which means I've lived a long life but I have to be retired, now. Make sure they polish me before sending me out to the recycling factory.

[what]

[refate]

[ christ on a cracker. puts it on her like she's an actual burial.

carefully. ]

Sure. Recycling factory. [ what ] I'm pretty sure it'll wear off just like everything else has so far? Unless you want me to go ahead and, like, erect your shrine.

[cavaliered]

I mean, I think you should erect a shrine no matter what.

[she very gingerly hugs her sword. her wife.]

Is that the thing this week?