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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Comments

[outsidebones]

[harrow is looking from the shore to the jetpack boat to the lava and back to shore.]

How do you suppose it manages to avoid catching fire? They must be using some sort of fuel - that would be a bit dangerous.

[does this sound like gentle concern for people she cares for because it's not.]

It may be that a harpoon alone would do the trick, but alcohol on a rag may be the better bet.

[who wants to try to do a science project to blow up some boats.]

[psynchronise]

[ wordlessly he holds out the harpoon akira threw at him earlier. ]

[outsidebones]

[she doesn't take it she ain't throwing a harpoon are you crazy.]

That will do nicely, yes.

[psynchronise]

[ throw the harpoon, gothic bones lady. ]

How many are you actually going to need? Accounting for the fact half of us or more can't throw a harpoon.

[preordain]

[ from where he is filming akira being insane, ]

Try the latter first.

[outsidebones]

I agree, though I think there is something to be said for wrapping a cloth soaked in alcohol around the end of a harpoon, for distance.

[preordain]

[ he glances over at the boat, like he's mentally calculating it... ]

If we get the angle right, it should make it...

[awol]

[ he hefts up the harpoon gun and raises a brow. ]

This should help.

[ he then glances at the shore. and the lava. and lu bixing and kon and gideon just fuckin' sailing on their crazy explosive boat. ]

We can at least target to do the least damage to the crew.

[outsidebones]

If they didn't want to be damaged, they ought to have thought of that before making such a large target.

[no sympathy. anyway she's soaking a t-shirt in alcohol and starts tying it to the end of the harpoon.]

How good is your aim?

[awol]

[ he looks at this boat with its fucking canon and then he relives this moment and starts loading the harpoon gun. ]

No, you're right. They're all idiots.

[ he will hold it so she can tie it up nicely. ]

And it's good. I don't plan on missing. Now to find a good point on the boat to fire.

[toyska]

[He's just here to be supportive of chaos and destruction]

[outsidebones]

[she doesn't need your support.]

[failbo]

Any kind of damage to that should be enough to compromise the machine itself! And if not that, then just...anchor the boat. That should hinder them. There are plenty of anchors available.

[filbo stop giving advice on sabotaging the pirate boat]

[outsidebones]

[oh...thank you, filbo.]

They've gone far enough and have enough of a strength advantage that I don't imagine an anchor will work well. But the machine, yes. It is a critical weak point.

[eleusinia]

Hang on, why are we trying to blow them up?

[awol]

They've made themselves a very large and obnoxious target.

[outsidebones]

It will be a valuable lesson.

[why not.]

[greatvalue]

So they can pay the price of their hubris. And so we can be crowned winners.

[there is no impulse control in this ship tonight persephone]

[voidshift]

[just piping up from wherever he's messing with a sail or something-]

Paint bomb. Flammable stuff, bonus mess if you want to rub it in.

[teufelshund]

Oh, this one sounds fun!

[outsidebones]

Oh, do elaborate further. I like this option.

[greatvalue]

Why not alcohol on a rag tied to a harpoon? [Steeples his fingers.] Or... We improvise a sling to launch a barrage of paint and alcohol at the enemy ship and sit back to enjoy the fireworks.

[outsidebones]

Ah, yes. I like your thinking immensely, Hunter. I believe we should use both strategies to ensure our success.

[polyglotti]

A molotov cocktail would probably do the trick, it doesn't look like this wood is treated.

[Tuuri, inspecting one of the plain boats before she begins her work.]

There's no need to get too advanced here though. If I had to guess, most people here don't know how to maneuver a canoe. As long as you team up with someone who knows what they're doing, you'll probably finish the race anyway.

[outsidebones]

Ah. I suppose you're right...

[no she wants to blow it up!!!]

Why not prepare to set sail. Once we've destroyed their ship, you will destroy their last ounce of resolve by effortlessly rowing to victory.