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

[immortalpoet]

[IN THE MOST UNAMUSED VOICE IN THE WORLD]

How.

[ontrend]

Mephisto could have clones.

[immortalpoet]

I'm sure he could probably already do that if he wanted, so don't give him ideas. By his words he seems to be some big hotshot demon.

[ontrend]

[he makes a face]

Oh, gross.

[immortalpoet]

Mmhmm.

[THAT'S THE RIGHT REACTION]

How did you all die? They didn't show it on the TVs. Sort of surprising.

[ontrend]

I didn't think we did...? We just took the ferry, and here we were.

[immortalpoet]

...Kind of odd, when you think about it. How come people had to die to get over here and then you waltz over here like its nothing?

[ontrend]

I guess they did say there was like, a waiting period, but I thought we'd be waitinng, and then the party would happen, and then whoever ended up stuck here would get to see the rest of hell...

[immortalpoet]

I think that's what everyone assumed.

[A loooooong sigh.]

Maybe no one's going to that party.

[ontrend]

Eh, there's still a banner in the dorms congratulating us on getting invited, so...

[immortalpoet]

Well. Good for you.

[deadpan]

Most people and demons here would fight you for it. Be aware of that.

[ontrend]

Whoa, for real?! But I don't even have anything to hand over! It's just a banner in the dorm!

[immortalpoet]

I meant the invitation, you fool.

[ontrend]

No, that's what I'm saying, I never actually got an RSVP so there's nothing I could give someone even if they fought me for it!

[immortalpoet]

Then we're back to square one of "maybe you all aren't really truly invited in the first place no matter what a banner says". What a load of nonsense.

[ontrend]

...guess that's hell for ya.

[immortalpoet]

Cheers to that.

[Raises his glass morosely...]

Also. Heads up. Some of your friends have been making...strange drinks.

[ontrend]

...what do you mean, making strange drinks.

[IS THE GRAVEYARD RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WEIRD DRINKS EVERY WEEK?]

[immortalpoet]

They were discussing it all the other day.

That Zagreus guy wanted to make a drink with "the essence of being Just a Guy". Stuff like that. I'm sure there are much worse given the people making them.

[ontrend]

...thanks for the heads up.

[he sounds so tired.]

[immortalpoet]

[distantly:]

Can't we just have normal drinks instead of drinks that make people bark....

[ontrend]

I've been wondering that for like two months, my dude...

[immortalpoet]

Maybe we wouldn't have had this if everyone kept their desire to murder to themselves for two months.

[ontrend]

Hey, don't look at me, I've had no desire to murder. Well, okay, I kind of wanted to murder Mephisto a few days ago, but he was already dead by then, so that's not on me.

[immortalpoet]

Hrm.

[disgruntled old man noise]

Tell that to your friends, then. Then again, I don't expect much out of people who are already in hell, I suppose.