WEEK THREE - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

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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Comments

[psynchronise]

[ jesus christ.

genuinely he has no idea where to begin here. genuinely just looking between all four of them like ??? what the fuck happened here. ]

...

[ like a paralysis of indecision. ]

I really hate Thursdays, actually.

[ anyway. it looks like... blankets are being obtains, and first aid kids are being used so. ]

What the hell happened?

[refate]

Long story. Dunno what happened to Harrow and Chandra when they were on their own. [ a little croaky, tired. ] Mepphy-san got zapped!

[psynchronise]

[ closes his eyes ]

That explains the hair.

[ and to Kon— ]

And you? That looks like more than a zapping.

[refate]

Pair of shitty witches ate my arm off with leeches out of their heads.

[ this seems almost delusional but he's mostly? aware? of what's going on? ]

[teufelshund]

[ nods ]

Yeah, that was the strawberry part.

[psynchronise]

[ again, “what the fuck”, his eyes seem to say. ]

[psynchronise]

[ …………. what ]

I know the missing arm’s a big issue, but first thing’s first — do you need to sit down? You look… spaced out.

[refate]

[ he is sits! because that's easier than standing. ]

Blood loss. And I'm fucking tired. So, probably yes. I think it could be shock.

[psynchronise]

[ hoo boy ]

Right, so. Shock, and we need to get you eating half the food court to compensate for the blood loss part.

[ … ]

A strawberry? Seriously?

[refate]

[ he grimaces at the mention of food ]

Whole thing. Not uh, not really great. Only felt half of it, I guess, so.

[psynchronise]

[ a tight lipped smile ]

Sorry kid. You’ve gotta replace that blood somehow. [ but uh. he does… straight up just shudder slightly at that last part. ]

Only half.

[refate]

[ raises his remaining flesh and blood hand to metaphorically bisect his bone arm with a gesture - date should remember that the scar started in his elbow, where he indicates. ]

I'll eat, let's just... avoid fruit right now.

[teufelshund]

[ SIGHS. HE'S SO FUCKING TIRED, DATE. ]

Monsters, a forest fire, she [ a gesture toward harrow ] got possessed by a haunted crown, his [ a gesture toward kon ] arm turned into a strawberry, his [ and one toward chandra, who's probably already walking away ] everything turned into licorice...

All because we didn't hold hands and sing as soon as we got there, apparently.

[psynchronise]

You got electrocuted, apparently. [ thanks for snitching, kon. ]

— [ honestly he feels tired and he didn’t even do anything. but he does give him a once over to make sure he’s not hiding being on fire or something. ]

I’d say next time just give in and hold hands straight away, but let’s not think about this shit happening for a fourth time. How injured are you?

[teufelshund]

[ YEAH WE ALL GOT A LOT OF THINGS ]

I mean, there's nothing that's going to kill me. [ ... ] Again.

[ he definitely looks less terrible than the rest of them, at least! burns aren't too severe, still has both of his arms even if one of them is a little chewed up. ]

[psynchronise]

[ …………… ]

Again?

[teufelshund]

Oh— you know. [ motions getting shot in the forehead. ] Already dead.

[psynchronise]

[ oh right, that dead. he sighs. ]

We did have a bunch of people come back fake double-dead last week. Call me paranoid.

[teufelshund]

[ despite his sour mood, he cracks a grin at that. ]

Well, it's sweet that you care.

[psynchronise]

[ he gets a briefly flat look at that. ]

Yeah? Trust me, if I didn’t you’d know.

[teufelshund]

That sounds like a threat.

[outsidebones]

[why would you just tell them about that last part we should have taken that to our grave.]

[teufelshund]

[ because it makes the entire thing that much more offensive and he needs to complain about it!!!!! ]

[astika]

[mephisto is going to die tonight just for doxxing that]

[teufelshund]

[ he didn't even say they did it, just that they DIDN'T do it at the beginning?????

turns back time to not save any of you ]