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

[tearduct]

[It was like a bit of a crumb to him because he's so ginormous, but that's okay.]

No, it was good.

[Wait... He just stole someone's sandwich.......... Holy shit, he hasn't been Devilman in so long, he's having a hard time controlling his instincts.]

...Sorry. I can get you another one.

[immortalpoet]

It's fine.

[He apologized, so. ITS FINE. He takes the piece of bench as easily as lifting a box and just. Tosses it away with a little sigh.]

...You're not like any demon I've seen here.

[tearduct]

I'm a Devilman.

[Like this guy is gonna know what the hell that is.]

I haven't ever seen you before.

[immortalpoet]

Yeah, I don't know what that is.

[Just says it outright.]

I've been here for ages. It's you people who are new.

[tearduct]

Someone with the body of a demon and the heart of a human.

[~*Devilmen*~]

You... have? You were with the others...?

[immortalpoet]

Sounds special.

[He sounds deadpan but maybe he means this?]

For the last week or so. Though this place has been watching you all on the TVs for the last couple of months. You're all the rage.

[tearduct]

[Special Devilman... It's deadpan, but he knows it's special really, so it's fine.]

As entertainment... You've been watching too?

[immortalpoet]

Here and there. It isn't my thing.

Feels weird seeing people being made into stuff to find fun in.

[tearduct]

Yeah, but I don't expect less from a place like hell.

[...]

I'm Devilman. [Why is he named for what he calls what he is too? Funny.] ...Akira.

[immortalpoet]

Akira?

[He tilts his head.]

You're usually smaller from what I've seen. This an ability of yours? Augmentation?

[tearduct]

[He glances down at himself, lifting his clawed hands. Right.]

It's the body I got when Amon possessed me. The one I can transform into. Devilman.

[immortalpoet]

Possessed?

[Now he's furrowing his eyebrows.]

Against your will?

[tearduct]

[He frowns a little over the sharp teeth.]

Yeah. I guess so.

[immortalpoet]

[He stares at him for a moment. Maybe when he was younger he'd be more sympathetically moved, but he's been through hell and back (twice now, technically still in hell) and a lot has withered as far as his feelings for others. He can't spare much for people, now.]

[But still, he hears that teen-like voice, and he lets the answer settle, before he offers a single statement, curtly delivered, but obviously stern towards something beyond him, this "Amon" or whatever that made this happen.]

That's unfair.

[tearduct]

[Well, he can't deny that necessarily even if there is a little more too it. Then again, it all loops back around to being against his will.]

What's done is done. The one thing I could do is help the humans with the strength I had.

[immortalpoet]

[And yet, the Devilman is here in hell.]

...Are you satisfied with what you've done for them? For humans?

[tearduct]

[Do Devilmen not belong in hell really, at the end of the day. He looks away; it can't be seen with his eyes, but his head turns a little too.]

No. I failed them.

[immortalpoet]

...

[Ah. Somehow not surprising. That's the nature of the world.]

[But he nods, closing those abnormally red eyes for a moment.]

All you can do is keep going. Follow the flow. Moments of despair can be lined up to form a path of possibility. [From experience...that moment after everything was lost...that day...] Mm. People are here, too.

[tearduct]

[After a moment, he looks back at the man who is giving him advice after he straight up ate his sandwich right out of his hands. Feeling bad...]

I haven't given up so far just yet.

[immortalpoet]

Mm.

[...He has met his Share Genuine Feeling quota of the day, and so he stands up, looking up Akira in the eye.]

...I'm going to get another sandwich.

[And he's going to turn - if Akira follows, he won't mind.]

[tearduct]

[Wow. There continues to be SO MANY Ryo types here in hell, who would have thought?

He watches for a moment, unsure and hesitant. But then he stomps after on his lil (big) clawed feet.]

Who are you?

[immortalpoet]

Vergilius.

[Just your local Roman poet/Devil May Cry ripoff (no).]

I've been here for a long time.

[tearduct]

[This would ring way more bells if he were Ryo and not himself. He is not the smart one of the duo pack.]

How long... is long?

[immortalpoet]

Years. I lost count. It doesn't matter to me.

[There's nothing really to live for. He just follows the flow.]

Looks like your group has an idea in mind to get out of here somehow.

[tearduct]

[Damn, ok, nihilism.]

Don't you want to go back...? [Hm. He rumbles a bit.] We've talked about it.