WEEK FIVE - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Were you able to rest easy knowing you let one mystery go unsolved? Hmm...never fear. 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.

Two 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 all of the previous islands and a new location called Animal Kingdom. A wild time awaits you. Though should you find yourselves returning to more familiar bars, you may find a new menu item awaits them!

With the new week comes new change, of course. You've probably grown accustom to this by now (or maybe you haven't even noticed the correlation of the weekly changes.) But at least you no longer have to struggle with your insecurities and flounder uselessly to prove you're #1. After all who cares, right? You obviously know you're #1. Nobody can argue with you on that one. Look at you. You're here! You're strong! You're powerful! Nothing can stand in your way this week, and you find yourself filled to the brim with all the confidence in the world. Some may even call it being over-assertive, seeing how you'll find yourself acting on inhibitions you may not before and being more assured in everything that you do. In the animal world? Some may even call you the alpha.

It almost seems as though it's simply meant to be an annoyance...to everyone else.

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 five mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is heightened confidence, or what we lovingly call "alpha week." While it does not have to be a consistent thing, this week your character will swing back from all of their insecurities by being filled with overconfidence (and sometimes arrogance.) Now's the time to see how bold you can be and push the envelope a little. Your hubris doesn't matter here.

-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

[twinsightful]

Parties are like the last place a person should be sober, but since we're not working the bar right now I can't say I blame anyone for choosing to abstain at the moment. [ shrug! ]

[twinsightful]

Are they easy to scare with that kind of thing?

[ gossip with him, this is now way more interesting than talking about politics and shitty dads. ]

[ragesqueaks]

[ he takes the hand and does a lil spinny! ]

How's that? [ twirl twirl twirl! in time to the music and everything. ]

[ragesqueaks]

I think you're trying to apply your own world knowledge to other things without really thinking about what would make sense. [ just politely. but picking up a small stack of tarts for them to share. ] The Demon Realm really isn't that weird.

[ he says, having lived there his whole life. ]

[onlythans]

[ He's. He's somewhat more sure about a particular suspicion of his than otherwise, and there's no way that Gideon is going to test it, so when the commotion has sort of settled and he's pretty sure there's no one in earshot, he says quietly: ]

Where's Ryne?

[And waits to see what she'll say to that.]

[greatvalue]

Never heard of it. What is it?

[onlythans]

No. Listen. Listen to me.

[His voice goes low; Ryn, close enough to tend to his face, is the only one who stands even a chance of hearing it. Faint though it is, it's almost a sob.]

I —

[tearduct]

[THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CRYING IN PUBLIC, DAMB.

He does not care about the blood, it's fine. He only cares about her being okay.]

It'll be okay, Gid. Let Harrowhark take care of you, okay? And--I'll come see you first thing tomorrow.

[Unless she's is dead, then he'll kill himself for saying this.]

[greatvalue]

Eyeballs.

[onlythans]

[The good news is, as Ryn will also discover down in his own subthread, Thancred's eye beneath the fabric he's tied around it is actually intact! There's a lot of blood that's soaked the cloth and around the socket, but that looks largely like it dripped from somewhere else, not from the eye itself. His poor white hair is definitely tipped in red, though. Oof.

Meanwhile, there's a lot of lacerations on his cheek that look like they might've come from flying glass or shrapnel, and a bigger cut that runs vertically down one eye (anime-style) that looks of the right shape and width to have come from a zweihander.]

'll be fine. Just let me sleep a few moons...

[teufelshund]

Hm. The consistency would definitely be different! Taste-wise, I suppose it would depend on where the eyeball was coming from.

But the general idea might not be too far off.

[voidshift]

Thancred...

[his brows furrow, ears pinning back at the sound of his voice, at that near-sob.

-he takes a second to just. let their foreheads rest together, while he's already close. the way he stresses the word... he can take a guess at what he's trying to say.]

[polyglotti]

A little, yeah. I thought we were both going down.

[tearduct]

[HE'S HOLDING UP HIS HANDS AGAIN. DAMN.]

Okay. Okay! I get it!

[tearduct]

[...??

He waits for Hikaru to finish, but there is nothing.]

...taken?

[twinsolent]

[ he laughs reflexively, a little humorless and then covers his mouth but he does look overall amused ]

No. That's... [ his smile is wry ] Let's go with "not interested right now". Why are you so curious about this?

[teambalance]

... And it's a good thing the Aijuu aren't in Hell. They feed on people's misery and possess them and then make more of themselves. We'd never be rid of them.

[tearduct]

[DON'T LAUGH. He was being sincere!!!]

Oh. [His face twists, but not in anger or irritation.] I dunno. I just...

[It looks like he can't figure out how to say what he wants.]

Felt like I understood, I guess.

[failbo]

[He gives a bit of a sheepish smile]>/small>

Yeah, a few times. Some things happen sometimes and you just get pelted with sauce a bit, no big deal.

[He's equating it to the whole thing that happened in the trial with the cake: sometimes you just end up covered with stuff that's a nightmare to take off from your fur]

[twinsolent]

[ the sincerity is why he laughed, okay!! ]

... What did you feel you understood, exactly?

[ he just sounds curious ]

[tearduct]

[:hei: but like the big c/p version

His brows furrow some.]

That just sounds like demons.

[teambalance]

Aren't you kind of a demon too?

[failbo]

Well, maybe not all, but, I mean...from what I can tell it doesn't take that much to end up here, so...I suppose chances are many do.

[Statistical probability, someone would say, really. Were he a tad snarkier he would point at himself and say that given he ended here, then surely most would too]

[tearduct]

[He looks at Hikaru, but sort of hesitates a moment.]

...When you talked about her.

[tearduct]

I'm a Devilman.