WEEK SEVEN - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Change is coming. Satan's grace has shined upon you...and you made it. Congratulations to those of you who wake up in Gehenna this morning.

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.

Four Days Until Satan's House Party!! Congrats on Your Invite!!

The countdown continues...

It's funny. You've all played along for so long. It's been so many weeks of hard work, of training, of experiencing new things and trying to figure out the best game strategy for the drink-off, but at the same time you've lost so much. It may even feel as though all of this was for naught. Some of you may have even lost hope along the way. But hey. Haven't you heard? The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Walking out of the dorm, it's immediately obvious something is different. It's in the atmosphere, and unlike before, you can hear ambient sounds in the distance and all around you. It's the sound of other people. Other establishments. Other islands and other residents, all things you haven't experienced before in your isolated dimension. Bicker is popping off from a million accounts, no longer just you newbies. Anywhere you go there are strangers, human and demon alike, just living their afterlives. At the dock, the ferry is happily floating on the lava, waiting for you to climb aboard. While there are still several unknowable islands on the horizon, the ferry can now shuttle you between all of the previous islands and the largest island in all of Hell. This island can be seen from just about every other point of this realm, but it's even larger than life when you finally arrive. Should you find yourselves returning to more familiar bars, you may find that along with new faces - real bartenders, thank God - new menu items await you as well.

But maybe you'll be too busy for that. After all, for some of you it isn't just your surroundings that are different when you wake up. You may feel better than ever, like a part of you has been revitalized, or... like a part of you has been switched back on. Abilities you once had in your living life have been returned to your possession, but do keep in mind the rules and regulations of Hell. Don't abuse them, now! Be a good neighbor.

Everywhere you look there's the buzz and excitement of the upcoming party, and everywhere you travel feels more open than before. You're less limited, less isolated, and perhaps you'll even run into a familiar face in the crowds, if you're lucky.

But there are a few consequences that come with being abruptly ejected from a quarantine zone and into the real realm of Hell. Some things need to be recalibrated, and throughout the course of the week you may find yourself experiencing different effects you underwent during your previous weeks here. Maybe one day you find yourself experiencing a loss of your senses. Maybe the next you're falling back into those memory-sharing holes. And maybe another you're t-posing each other to assert your dominance without realizing how stupid you look.

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

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 the week of pregaming!

Good morning everybody, and welcome to your week seven mingle, aka the final mingle for endgame week! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is everything. That is to say, you are free to either not be affected by anything at all, or you may play with the different effects that have come up during the course of the game to play out with people you may have missed opportunities with! As a reminder, the effects are:

-Rumor Mill (aka the compulsion to tell a lie or spread a rumor about someone)
-Emotional Overload (aka experiencing intense emotions and the inability to calm down until they're shared)
-Loss (aka loss of senses, memories, abilities, etc.)
-Memshare (self-explanatory)
-Heightened insecurities
-Overconfidence
-Touch

-As noted in the blurb above, those of you who have powers in your canons now have access to these again (outside of anything game-breaking.) Any items from home may be unnerfed as well. Please use your powers responsibly! Abuse of powers or harming random residents will be flagged to the HPD and your powers will be shut down for 24 hours.

-If you "die" you come back within three hours. All injuries, including old ones, now heal at an accelerated rate, but the specific time and amount is up to you oocly.

-Also as noted in the blurb above... Hell has a few more residents than usual! That is to say, along with now being populated with its own residents, characters who have died and were in the graveyard are now available to you once more. There is no longer a barrier between you guys. Be free.

-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.

-Finally, we will not have a trial this Saturday but we will be having our endgame event, aka SATAN'S PARTY. Please let us know if you will not be available, but otherwise we'll see you then!

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Comments

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[immortalpoet]

a. (lionel ritchie voice) hello

[Nice city, right? Check out the sights! Enjoy the wares? Drink yourself to death (again!) Run into a very tall scary-looking man with glowing red eyes!]

[Wait.]

[Maybe you're reaching for something cool in a local market when your hand brushes against someone else's - a large scarred ashy-looking hand, which belongs to...this fellow.]

[He frowns.]

Really.

b. (fnaf voice) hi

[Or maybe you just literally walk into him or spot him at the bar, to which he says, with a grumble:]

I'm going to tell you now, I'm not going to babysit you, either. I already had a headache with them. Don't add to it.

[????????????]

b

[ontrend]

Who needs a babysitter? I drink all the time.

[just sits down at the bar and orders some trendy cocktail idk]

[immortalpoet]

I'm not talking about that. Drink what you want, I don't care.

[He looks. So exhausted.]

You all are too chaotic for my liking.

[ontrend]

[LOL



that's his immediate response.]

It could be worse!

[immortalpoet]

[IN THE MOST UNAMUSED VOICE IN THE WORLD]

How.

b

[cavaliered]

[squinting at him...]

That is an absolutely wild thing to say to someone you've never met before. Maybe say hello first. Does your name start with D, Dickmaster General?

[i am sorry for this introduction]

[immortalpoet]

[never be sorry for gideon being gideon i love her. she's valid]

No, it doesn't.

[He sounds like someone who was woken up from a ten year long nap and really could not give a fuck about anything at this point except not being bothered.]

Anyways, I said what I said. They've been putting whatever you all have been doing on the TVs pretty frequently. We really don't need that here.

[cavaliered]

[that's valid, me too dude]

So what, you've been here longer, then?

[immortalpoet]

Yeah.

[yeah]

This reality TV thing only happened recently. With all of you.

[voidshift]

Well, I'm not going to babysat, either, so I suppose we're in agreement.

[he says as he takes a seat at the bar... he's hovering off the ground when he comes in, but he lets himself lower down onto the seat properly. also he looks like he's made up of ambient shadows.]

[immortalpoet]

[He glances over at him in...shadow town.]

Did you run into your fluffy friend yet?

[voidshift]

-suppose that depends? Which... one are you talking about.

[who is the fluffy one. is that filbo. does he count as fluffy?]

[immortalpoet]

The one you killed. He's here, you know.

[yeah random people in hell be knowin']

Just thought you should be aware of that. Might be awkward.

b

[psynchronise]

[ YOU. ]

We are pretty good at giving people headaches.

[immortalpoet]

[ME]

Don't look so proud about that.

[psynchronise]

[ YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ]

Listen, I've got to have some things to be proud about.

[immortalpoet]

Like what.

b

[engineers]

[ hello!! bixing is coming in here to try out drinks as usual, and when someone addresses him, he looks a little surprised, and then laughs? ]

I like to think I don't need babysitting. [ he's a strong indpendent prime minister ] But, I can get you a drink for your trouble, if you want.

[immortalpoet]

Sure. Not enough for the headache, but sure.

[He won't say no.]

Don't get me one of the weird ones.

[Please get him one of the weird ones.]

[engineers]

[ help this poor guy. he laughs a little though, and waves down the bar. unfortunately for everyone bixing is usually a well behaved boy, so he gets him a Bundle Up! it does nothing but it tastes good.

he orders one for himself as well. ]

Not sure how good alcohol is for a headache, but, hey, hair of the dog that bit you. What's your name, friend?

[immortalpoet]

[so nice.....mister bixing....]

Mm. Thanks. [A little raise of the glass, before taking a sip.] Vergilius. You're one of that.....science couple? Star couple?

[SQUINTING TRYING TO REMEMBER REALITY TV HE BARELY HAS WATCHED]

a!

[greatvalue]

[He frowns back.]

What?

[immortalpoet]

I was getting that.

[DON'T GET THE SAME STUFF HE WANTS whatever it is its probably snacks or something]

[greatvalue]

[He looks at him.

Looks at the snack.

Looks at the rest of the aisle.]

But there's more of them?

[immortalpoet]

Did you tell that to yourself.

[>8/]

[REACHING FOR THE SNACK AGAIN]