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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[cavaliered]

[at some point a bone hand comes running at top speeds across the city and then skids to a stop in front of you.

there is. a skeleton with a wig styled like a no-nonsense black bob on behind it, for some reason. it picks the bone hand up and offers it to you. the movement is janky and not very smooth, unlike the bone hand's movement, and it also seems to not be conscious in the same way the hand is. the skeleton also sometimes stops moving entirely, frozen in place.

anyway. the hand gestures impatiently. take.]

[engineers]

[ holds out paw?? ]

Hello, Hex.

[cavaliered]

[the skeleton deposits hex into paw.

he immediately and without hesitation tries to go through lbx's pockets. give him things to look at.]

[engineers]

[ SHKLJY HELP ]

What are - hey, hhhahaha-- that tickles, careful!

[ HEX!!!!!

he will, eventually stick his hand in his pocket alongside this. skeleton hand. and bring him up so he can play with his personal device. ] Here. Tap that, is that what you're trying to get to?

[ the minute he does, a screen pops up and the keyboard pops out. there are lots more options and things to play with so more screens can happen and lots of apps and mumbles desperately in scifi its cool just trust me ]

[cavaliered]

[HE CARES NOT FOR TICKLES HE'S ON BUSINESS

anyway, if he had eyes, they'd be huge and shiny because he is fascinated by this tech. he completely ignores bixing in favor of going through all of the apps and things. until the skeleton crumbles to the ground because he's not paying attention and he startles, nearly falling off bixing's arm.]

[engineers]

[ help. he's fine to let hex do whatever he wants though bixing's bioscanner sure has a Time with te bone hand, though he reaches in to tap at one of the fingerprint locks so hex doesn't get stuck...

and then the clatter of bone startles him, too? he jumps, winces, and like reaches to support the bone wrist. ] Whoa - careful, careful.

[ and then looks at the sad crumbled skeleton and the wig, and back at the hand, and... ] Did you make that...?

[greatvalue]

[....... he holds out a hand??? and squints at the wig.]

Is this supposed to be Harrowhark...

[cavaliered]

[it doesn't quite match harrow but it could be her! who knows.

anyway, hex hops onto hunter's hand and the skeleton goes still. hex climbs onto hunter's arm and like, if he's got anything magical or powered on him he's going to try and touch it.]

[greatvalue]

[He's holding a staff in his other hand! The probably familiar bird figure at the end of the staff turns to look at Hex with its one beady eye, despite being made entirely of wood.

He may touch... Though Hunter is watching him like ?????]

[cavaliered]

[touches the bird. tap tap tap tap. wake up.]

[eleusinia]

[ she. squints. and hovers above the skeleton to pluck off its wig instead of taking the hand. ]

[cavaliered]

[the hand looks... slowly... up at her.

the skeleton doesn't move at first, and then it jankily thwacks out an arm to ask for the wig back. the head doesn't move or anything.]

[eleusinia]

[ she just floats higher!! hers now!! but then she looks back down at hex... hmmmmm ]

Where's Gideon, buddy?

[awol]

[

but anyways he is being offered this bone hand that is just being shaken??? in front of his face? wtf? where's zhanlu, why did he allow him to wander off so he could be accosted by this skeleton instead? ]

Don't you have a sitting room to be in?

[ ... with a gloved hand he will. take this skeleton's paw. ]

[cavaliered]

[the skeleton does not care for the sitting room or the feet contained within

anyway he takes the skeleton's hand and it slaps hex into it, who proceeds to climb onto lin and try to go through his pockets for secrets.]

[awol]

[ what the fuck

there are actually a lot of (sad) secrets. hex will probably find the following:

- some glittery gel pens in blue and gold tied together with a cute bow
- room keys
- a crushed package of cigarettes with 2 sad cigarettes inside, one of which is halfway smoked
- snakeskin from when popcorn was shedding and left some in there

otherwise, he's holding onto his phone and his face is twitching because he's not ticklish, he's just having his privacy invaded. he pats at his coat quickly. ]

Hey. Hey—don't mess around in there. [ where is your necromancer what the fuck ]

[cavaliered]

[HE IS HIS OWN NECROMANCER THANKS

all of this stuff is boring to hex so he crawls out of lin's pockets. the skeleton with the wig jankily lifts a hand (it's really like one of those really horrible old animatronics) and mimes looking at its wrist. hex stands impatiently on lin's shoulder like he's waiting for an answer.]

[voidshift]

[help?? hi. he backs away a step when the skeleton holds out the hand, just. staring at it as it gestures impatiently.]

What-- what do you want, why.

[cavaliered]

[the hand points at him???]

[voidshift]

-what about me.

[why are you pointing what do you want, hand]

[cavaliered]

[it does like

it stands on its thumb and pinky, and uses the three middle fingers to wave around and wriggle. like casting a spell, maybe.]

[psynchronise]

[ ......


fuck it, right? might as well give the stylish skeleton his hand at this point. why the fuck not? ]

[cavaliered]

[neat, the skeleton slaps hex into date's hand and hex immediately tries to climb up to date's face to look at his eyeball.]

[psynchronise]

[ OH MY GOD.


aiba twitches slightly in his eye, looking from side to side autonomously of date's right eye. ]

[cavaliered]

[the hand pokes his right eye.]