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]

[anyway gideon is here and she's got her glasses on her forehead. she is in a sexy pirate costume and she's wearing leather pants, probably, and she's got arms full of spiked metal balls, swords, and chains. she's sitting on the deck with her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she like, fucking superglues a sword to a chain.]

For distance. [she informs whoever is looking at her.]

[awol]

[ he just stares at the sword glued to a chain and hums. ]

Is it going to hold?

Give it a swing.

[ no ]

[failbo]

...can you move some distance away when you do that, Gideon? As in...

[Filbo points some distance away]

All the way over there?

[Someone's going to die today because of that sword on a chain, he can tell. Hpefully it being some distance away will decrease the odds of that happening.

Apparently stopping this was not an option Filbo considered]

[awol]

Better to do it outside, at least.

I mean if you miss a flying sword, that's on you.

[cavaliered]

[the loss of giving a fuck is truly incredible.

is it going to hold, he asks, and with NO HESITATION she throws the sword across the deck. good luck whoever is standing over there because the sword rockets off of the chain.]

1/2

[awol]

[ BRUH ]

[failbo]

...just so you know, I, uh, I'm voting for you right when the trial starts.

[FILBO NOBODY IS DEAD RIGHT NOW FROM THIS PRESUMABLY]

[cavaliered]

Do it, I'll rise again. I'm invincible.

[failbo]

[Filbo just takes out his notebook, writes 'GIDEON' really big taking almost the entire page, and shows it to her, ripping it off the notebook]

I have it prepared already.

[cavaliered]

[she throws a sword at the notebook]

2/2

[awol]

[ but no really, he just takes out a cigarette and sticks it in the corner of his mouth. ]

Needs better anchoring.

But projectiles are even more useful if you can control when it takes off.

Nice.

[cavaliered]

[the fact that he is encouraging this is sending me

gideon nods thoughtfully, as if there's a single thought going on in there. and then:] Have anything that can attach it better?

[awol]

[ it's impulse week and also maybe he likes her spirit. gross. ]

You'll want to wrap some of the chain around the pommel. Means that it won't go flying off again. You'll lose reach, but not by much, and you'll gain stability.

[cavaliered]

[cute, adopts another dad]

Right. [she wraps the chain around the sword, squinting at it. she might have superglue on her hands now, but whatever. i cannot express how much she truly doesn't give a fuck.]

Like this?

[awol]

[ tbh they're a buy 1 get this scrungly 1 free, but ljh has a habit of wanting to get to know lbx's kids so like. here he is Trying.

she has superglue on her hands........ help... he will assist since he's got gloves on. incredible. ]

Yeah. Perfect. Should hold. [ just tugging at a chain, idk how this shit works. ] Just don't hit your captain, alright?

[ if u decapitate my bf i don't think we can fix him with superglue. ]

[cavaliered]

[nonsense heads fall off all the time, you just put them back on]

Someone has to pilot the ship. [she says, grinning a little. but she gives him a shitty little salute, with no form or anything to it at all, and:] Aye.

[awol]

[ returns her shitty lil salute with his own shitty lil salute. ]

Aye, Gideon.

[birdeater]

Your arms are long enough.

[ so why don't we take her arms and put them on the boat... the arm crimes never stop ]

[cavaliered]

Incorrect.

[the amount of horrible drinks and effect cocktail she's got right now she probably would not care if her arms ended up on a boat. they'll grow back, probably.]

You know you want to try this.

[birdeater]

I only use my fists when I'm fighting.

[ But he isn't saying no???????? ]

I bet that thing will fall apart with one swing.

[cavaliered]

Boring. [she offers the sword with chain.] Try it. Bonus points if you destroy a target of my choosing.