superhell | WEEK THREE

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Did you oversleep this morning? Well, that's all right. After all...accidents happen!

Some of you are so touchy, huh? Lighten up a little! 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.

Four 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 Gehenna University, Hallow's Hollow, Subnutica, and a new location called Memory Lane. Sounds pretty sweet, doesn't it?

On the bright side, it seems you're no longer lacking things (except for maybe hope. Haha.) Your skills are in tact, your senses are recalibrated, and you remember everything there is to know about yourself and this place you've come to know as home. However...well. Perhaps you'll come to realize that you remember a little too much this week. At any time when you're with another person, you may find yourselves being swallowed up by the ground beneath you and falling straight into a dark and empty room. A huge screen mounted on the wall sits and waits for you to acknowledge it. Even if you don't, it's only a matter of time before one of your memories streams on display. When the show's over, you'll be booted back out to where you began with no rhyme or explanation.

It isn't always a hole in the ground, either. You may be going about, minding your own business, and suddenly that same screen will pop up behind you and begin to play without warning. And the best part? You have no control over what others will see.

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 three mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is memshare! You've been waiting for it, it's memory-sharing week finally. You do not have to thread out a memshare for every interaction you have with another person, but you are free to do as many as you like. You may thread one memory per person per thread, or do a back and forth chain amongst yourselves for multiple memories. Memories can be viewed via first person experiencing or via third person viewing, whichever is most fun for you. You can also pick whether you get stuck in a hole with someone until you both share or if the screen appears at the most inconvenient moments around the islands.

-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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It may be more formidable a foe if it can exist without bones. Like a cubus. Those haven't any bones either.

Like a what?

A cubus. Here, let me —

[It's his turn to add a masterpiece now.]

[THIS IS SO FUNNY]

That looks like the demons. [... she tilts her head.] Or Filbo, if you squint.

Cubuses — cubus? Cubii? Cub...those things are slimy, not furred.

[paging emet-selch please cameo and remind us about how in the days of PARADISE people knew what the correct plural of cubus is]

[she absently itches at one of the like 84 red welts on her arms that i keep forgetting to describe in this text medium.]

It's definitely Cubii. [you didn't even know what that was like 30 seconds ago] Have you ever touched Filbo? Maybe he's slimy.

...We could find out...

[metal gear thancred time]

[she looks over at filbo...

and then pulls her dumb hood on her cloak up and gives thancred a thumbs up]

[Filbo sure seems to be unaware that Thancred is intending to find out if Filbo is slimy or not. He's just mulling if cereal is a soup or not, not knowing someone plans to find out stuff for scientific purposes]

[filbo takes a glass of beer and is mentally appending this to the list of things that he feels personally attacked by why does hell have so many depictions that can be compared to him if you squint]

[filbo i'm sorry these idiots are sneaking up on you to try to see if your fur is slimy now :(

on the bright side they're not subtle because thancred's just drunk enough to forget that he could cheat at this]

[These idiots are not subtle. Filbo does notice that something's up and turns around]

...ah...

[But he sure isn't fast enough and doesn't seem to understand why these two are there, so he just is unable to move before Thancred can find out what's up with this teal fur coat.

.......

It's fluffy. Very much so. Someone takes good care of his appearance, it seems!]