superhell | WEEK SIX

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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[On Thursday, anyone who passes through the aquarium throughout the day will notice Filbo is hanging around the enclosure of the octopus quite a bit today. As in, almost constantly, stopping only for short whiles at meal times.

Whenever he feels someone is getting close, he tries to be as subtle as possible, as if he was just killing time here, and tries his hardest to move away so the octopus has time to return to normal and take someone else's nightmares and horrors' form instead of his, although most of the time anyone passing by would briefly hear the voices of several individuals they don't know. Filbo just...nods in acknowledgement at anyone passing by, not really saying anything unless engaged. He has with him quite a big bottle with a label of grape soda, the bottle obtained from the convenience store of this section of hell, and the contents do look pretty fizzy and in large quantities.

Hour after hour after hour after hour, hanging out here]

[she wanders past the first time without saying anything... and then the second time, she walks past again, like she's not going to acknowledge it, but. like, fifteen minutes later she comes back because he's been here so long she's kind of like ??]

Whaaaat are you doing.

Aaah...

[Filbo looks at her, quiet for a moment, shrugs a little, and just mumbles:]

Enjoying the sea life? The--the piranhas are fun to look at. What can I say, the sea has a lotta wonders, eh?

[Nothing says enjoying the sea life like staring at anglerfishes and nightmare octopuses!]

Uh huh. Yep. The octopus that turns into nightmares and is probably the distant cousin of the motherfucker who convinced someone to do a murder probably, super fun to look at.

[she says this so dryly.]

If you're sitting here torturing yourself, there's more fun ways to do it. I'm not going to stop you, I'm just saying.

...fine.

[He's so coming back here later, but for now...well, he can't really turn his back on Gideon.]

Haha...sorry, guess I'm feeling under the weather today. You know how it is, who hasn't felt like this once or twice in their life. [He has always been pretty transparent, and it's easy to see that he's not too keen in walking away from here, but, well, may as well get moving for a bit]

Surely I'm not the only one who has spent time over here at some point even though it's a bad idea, really.

[this is so sweet of him considering gideon has been like mostly mean to him. filbo please love yourself.]

Probably not. There's a lot of people here who like to hold onto horrible shit like they'll die if they don't. [she's probably not excluded from this.] You're not the person I thought I'd catch doing it, though.

[Hah, she could be worse and he knows it, he'll always take what little kindness he can get from anyone]

Really? Why not me?

I don't know, you're weirdly optimistic. You don't seem like the kind of person to gnash your teeth and wail over spilled milk or whatever.

I try to be upbeat, yeah.

[It's a little bit of a conscious choice, really]

I dunno, guess today I just felt like reminding myself about a thing or two. It's not that big of a deal, you didn't...really have to stop and call me out.

Not that it bothers me you did, don't get me wrong.

[He does appreciate it to some extent but also he was busy reveling in his own misery]

[ at some point early in the day, mephisto aimlessly wanders over this way and comes to a stop next to filbo, clasping his hands behind his back as he looks at the tank in front of them. ]

Is it putting on a good show today?

[Filbo is absolutely startled, the sights of way too many food items floating around in the tank in the shape of limbs, and separate googly eyes as well, having gotten his attention completely, not noticing Mephisto approaching until he talked. Filbo jumps a little and knocks the closed bottle with the soda label down, its fizzy contents swirling inside]

Hahaha...when isn't it, really. Whatever created these octopuses really wasn't holding back, you know how it is.

[Presumably Mephisto knows the quirks and joyful trait of the nightmare octopus, good grief. Well, if he doesn't, then good because this octopus truly is an abomination]

[ what is your world, filbo....... ]

Well, I'm pretty sure that was the intention.

[ a glance to the soda rolling on the floor... ]

You probably don't want to open that for a while now.

WEEK SIX - MINGLE

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