WEEK SIX - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Man. Someone out there really pulled the wool over your eyes, huh? Well, 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.

One Week 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 Frosty Peaks. Better bundle up. Though should you find yourselves returning to more familiar bars, you may find a new menu item awaits them!

The bright side of starting a new week is that your confidence levels even out back to normal. (Well, actually, maybe that's not so great for some of you. Damn. Sorry.) Your insecurities are still manageable and you have once again regained a healthy sense of hubris rather than completely losing your minds. Your memories are still private, and you haven't lost anything either either. Maybe you've caught a break this week...?

Haha, psych. But it was fun to think about while it lasted, huh? For some of you, it may be hard to notice at first, especially if you're already a hands-on sort of person. But over the course of the week, you will find that you'll struggle with the urge to touch the people around you. A desire to hold hands, hug, or even cuddle may strike at the most overwhelming and inappropriate times, and you'll just have to deal with that. Sometimes the touch between two of you is more subtle. For some of you, it might be a little too intense. There's no saying when and how it may hit you and who may be around when it does.

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 six mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is touch week, or what we lovingly call "cuddle week." What a nice thing to happen when the new location is cold as balls. Characters will find themselves struck with the urge to touch each other ranging from casual touches to full-on signs of affection. It's not on a sliding scale based on CR, so use this as an opportunity to play around and see what happens when your characters are combined.

-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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[preordain]

[




i see that it is up to itto now. ]

[tearduct]

[A single nail busts through one of their windows and lodges itself into one of the walls across the cabin.




If they look out, all they will see is a gothic cat, a shiba inu, and a wolf in the other house nearby.]

[preordain]

[ he reacts very normally to this. ]

[teufelshund]

...





Well, shall we take that as a sign and just quit now?

[preordain]

[ after he casually commits arson ]

We can take a break, at least.

[ they've done nothing ]

[psynchronise]

[ walks past.



senses the awkwardness in the force.






slowly picks up one of their blankets and starts to leave with it. ]

[preordain]

Put it down.

[psynchronise]

No.

[ goodbye ]

[teufelshund]

[ wow. ]

[psynchronise]

[ go deal with your awkward exes. ]

[teufelshund]

[ no ]

[psynchronise]

[ tough shit you have no choice if you want a non-terrible cabin ]

[teufelshund]

[ fuck his cabin who cares ]

[psynchronise]

[ he will when it's like minus 1000 and he didn't even fix the walls ]

[teufelshund]

[ he'll just turn to ice and die it's fine ]

[psynchronise]

[






okay now this is just really sad. he throws the blanket over his head. ]

What are you doing?

[teufelshund]

[ there's a delay of several seconds before he bothers lifting it. ]

Wishing this was over.

[psynchronise]

[ this is so sad. itto, beatbox despacito. ]

The sooner you crack on with manual labour, the sooner you can forget how awkward this is.

[ there there. he reaches up to pat the back of his head. ]

[teufelshund]

I don't care about that, that was just one of those stupid curses.

[psynchronise]

You're sulking.

[ he is sulking. ]

[teufelshund]

Ugh. I'm just having a bad day, for unrelated reasons! Leave me alone.

[psynchronise]

[ he's still petting the back of his head. ]

Mmhmm.

Channel that anger into patching a hole up or something.

[teufelshund]

I'm not good at any of this stuff.

[psynchronise]

Haaaave you even tried? Or have you just been standing there looking glum?

[teufelshund]

I don't have to try to build a cabin to know that I don't know how to do it.