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WEEK FIVE - MINGLE

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.
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.
🧚🪄 2/2
Well, at least the cat ears are intact.
That's more than can probably be said for the man wearing it, who happens to be lying on his stomach because that's where the least of his injuries are, with his head turned to one side so that the ragged strip of cloth tied over half his face isn't pressing down hard into the dirt beneath his own weight.
The tiny white fairy hovering around him coos and chirrups uncertainly, flitting around in the air above him like a tiny magical beacon, hoping to draw a passerby near.]
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well it's one of those things where like. two of your favorite people go missing and then come back really bloodied ??? it's fine. it's not fine. thursdays are always days that bixing travels with a medkit so the minute bixing hears the announcement of female, redhead and grizzled old man he's fucking booking it. and lo and behold! here they are! he muffles back a short, sharp gasp with an - ] Oh -
[ and then sucks in a breath and hurries the fuck over. okay!!! OKAY!!!!! just - bixing's going to go check pulses and make sure both of them are BREATHING, and then just immediately staunching bad injuries. gideon's Hole mostly but thancred is getting attention, too. ]
-- It's - you're back, both of you. Stay with me, okay?
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she's not, she's breathing. the hole isn't actually the worst of her worries at the moment - it's sluggishly bleeding, and it's suspiciously greatsword sized, but uh, the more important thing is something he will see when gideon instinctively reaches for him, mumbling something. she's missing two fingers on her left hand! wow! her pinky and ring finger are gone and the bone is exposed to air. gross.]
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it's fine the minute she starts mumbling lu bixing -- has to suck in a breath, again, has to keep himself together, has to stay calm, and he immediately hushes her, a shhh, shh, shh, thick around a lump in his throat, voice very soft, as soothing as he possibly can. ] It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, okay? Just stay still for me.
[ i don't know anything about first aid but rest assured he's going to care for her poor hand and her large greatsword injury and like, anything else. he's doing the first aid thing to get her stabilized. ]
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[You know the sound of a man who's both so injured and so accustomed to existing while injured that he's decided to find one position that's slightly less painful than all the possible other positions he could be in, and is just going to hold still in that particular position forever?
That's what Thancred's doing right now.]
Nav. Get Nav. She's hurt worse.
[IS SHE THOUGH???]
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[ OOOOH HE'S GONNA KILL YOU HIMSELF ACTUALLY
he doesn't quite snap, but lu bixing sounds very stern and very worried as he looks over from where he's stabilizing gideon. ]
State of your injuries - and tell me honestly, if you tell me it's not that bad, I'm never speaking with you again.
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"two people are bleeding out"
-- powerwalking.
also of no concern whatsoever is the little cloud floating somewhere above his head, just casually raining blood on him. because this is what this situation needs. more blood.
he has an umbrella. ]
-- Shit.
[ he's not an idiot, dashing in with more blood probably isn't the best idea so he just ends up awkwardly on the outskirts of it this situation. fuck. ]
I can run to the med-kit... tree? If that's still there? I'll try not to third party bleed on anything.
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ahhh fuck, he can hold the umbrella over her too? ]
Hey? Hey. Gideon, c'mon. You're still breathing right?
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buddy why the fuck are you crimson rain'ing right now ]
Yeah, it's still there - Jesus Christ.
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Yeah, look-- I'll go. Two of them? More?
[ he's just going. nyoom. ]
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Is it just the two of them?
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- they've got enough damage to account for four people, so really hoping it's just the two of them. Otherwise, if anybody else got dropped off somewhere we aren't congregating... [ girl help if there were four there'd just be blood everywhere ]
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No, but he races in after the announcement, and he probably ran like a bent over gremlin to get there.]
Gideon?! Where are the rest…?
[Why are there ONLY two?!
He has no real medkit anymore himself, so he kinda just has to drop down to figure out what hole to staunch.]
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there's the hole in her chest, but that doesn't look fatal, just gross. it's like below her sternum. there's a pretty sizeable hole in her gut that has a strip of fabric lamely pressed against it, and also, her pinky and ring finger on her left hand are gone.
oh, also she has long, sharp gashes across her face and chest. one long set of three! she seems to be having trouble opening her eye.]
Hmmmmgghhgn. Huh?
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Hey… It’s Akira. You awake? You and Thancred—
[Gonna gently but firmly out his hands over the gut hole.]
Just you two?
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well. he meant to come help, to hurry over, but he gets a good look at thancred just lying largely facedown on the ground, and he's delayed in doing that because he just-- stops, for several seconds that feel like they take entirely too long to pass, his breath caught in his throat. fuck. fuck!
when he does manage to move, he just. drops the cane along the way, not really thinking about anything except needing both hands, hurrying on despite how that very nearly makes him fall over when his leg buckles. no time for That.]
Thancred. Thancred, are you-
[conscious? alive? there's a slight tremor in his hands at first when he reaches out to check, eyes fixed on his face to see if he's alert at all.]
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Gods, he's so horrible. He swallows hard against a cracked throat, then lifts his head a little and pulls the corners of his mouth into the barest hint of something that tries to be a smile.]
...still handsome, I hope...? Heh...
[It's likely to get him hit, but it's proof of life nevertheless.]
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she startles so hard at the sound of harrow's voice that she actually sits up and - well, immediately chokes up a shitton of blood. well, ok.]
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Wait, crap, it doesn't have any healing in it!
[ so much for that plan. ]
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stares at him]
Mmhghn. 've got enough holes.
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