WEEK FOUR - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. The heavens shine down upon you as you live to see another day...haha.

It's not just the heavens and the stars, though. 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.

Three 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, Memory Lane and a new location called Gigantica. It's difficult to miss, after all! Though should they find themselves returning to more familiar bars, they may find a new menu item awaits them!

But the best part about this week is that those pesky TVs are no longer around making their appearance and showcasing your most intimate memories. No more secrets revealed, no more falling through random holes in the ground and bruising yourself painfully, no more awkward situations you have to explain. For now it's just you and the things you want to share. Well...mostly. It's a little hard to feel confident about yourself after everything that's happened, isn't it? After all, there's always going to be someone better than you. Someone smarter. Someone more put together. Normally these things may not bother you, but this week it seems that all of those pesky little insecurities that plague your mind are amped up to ten. It isn't always daunting. Sometimes you're able to remember the things you like about yourselves, but for the most part? You might need a little convincing to break yourself out of the cycle of uncertainty.

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 four mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is heightened insecurities While it does not have to be a consistent thing, this week your character will experience their insecurities amplified in a way that they can't always ignore. These can be things such as lack of confidence in their strength, their talents, their relationships with other people, things they happen to dislike about themselves, things they wish they could change, things they envy from other people, etc. Feel free to be creative about what your character would personally find to be something they're insecure about.

-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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[hardrocklife]

[Dare you face Zelgadis in a game of dodgeball?

Well, it's a pretty good dare to take because he's not really very into this. Early on in the game, a ball beans him right on the head...

... landing right on the pointy end of his needle-like metal hair...

...... and it just pops and deflates.]



Guess that's that, then.

[astika]

Great. Maybe we can leave now.

[hardrocklife]

[oh! good point.]

I can say with all honesty that I have participated in a game today.

[astika]

You certainly did. It's not your fault if their inability to accommodate ended the game.

[psynchronise]

…..



[ he holds up a sign that says ten points. where did he get the sign from? ]

[hardrocklife]

[whoever threw that ball must be very proud. maybe they'll get a gold star.]

[psynchronise]

[ don't be silly, only harrow is worthy of gold stars here. ]

[failbo]

...y-you didn't dodge it. I hit you.

[Filbo blinks]

Guess I win?

[hardrocklife]

[he nods and accepts that.]

Congratulations. I admit defeat.

[... the deflated ball is still stuck to his head.]

[failbo]

There we go! I did sports, I fulfilled today's goal.

[Filbo seems satisfied, trying to take the ball off Zelgadis' head without poking himself with his incredibly sharp hair]

Kinda thought you would be into this all more than you're really.

[hardrocklife]

[thanks, filbo.]

Hard to get too excited over a competition I can't really put my all into.

[failbo]

[Filbo smiles patiently]

Does that mean any other time you would have ruled at any of this?

[Or maybe this is the insecurities of the weekly effect talking...Filbo can't tell for sure]

[hardrocklife]

Perhaps too much. If I put my all into some of these games, I'd probably end up hurting someone.

[polyglotti]

[LORD she's laughing.]

Guess it means I'm the winner, huh?

[hardrocklife]

[there's no more game with no more ball, so]

Yes. Victory is yours.

[he nods as he makes this concession. the ball is still impaled on his hair.]

[polyglotti]

I'm pretty sure you just let me win, but that's alright. We can play a different game if you want?

[hardrocklife]

... Sure.

[he peels the deflated ball off of his head and discards it.]

[polyglotti]

See, this is why you're my favorite.

[She's just going to grab his hand and drag him over to another game now, thanks.]

[hardrocklife]

[he's what?


okay, he's going.]

[polyglotti]

[:D

Anyway she's dragging him over to the water balloons.]

Let's make it more of a competition: the first one to get hit has to do a favor for the other. How's that sound?

[hardrocklife]

We throw these...?

[this is just dodgeball but wetter?]

[polyglotti]

Sort of! But you have to catch them. If they drop on the ground they'll break and you get wet anyway.

[hardrocklife]

So they won't break if we catch them...? Hm.

[refate]

[ picks up another ball in his hand.




bonks it onto the other side of zelgadis' head to pop it. ]

Oh no. Another ball down. What will we do when we run out of them.

[hardrocklife]

... Hopefully something where I get to keep my dignity.

[he pries the first deflated ball off of his head.]