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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[tearduct]

[He is probably taller than this truck, so when he goes over to stand by Vergilius, he has to bend at the waist to see into the window from above.]

It mostly happens when I'm emotional, but... [Looking away.] If I go back now, I'll be naked.

[immortalpoet]

[JUST THIS FACE IN THE ICON]

...Really didn't think this through, huh. [also wow man you're so tall] At the most, all I have is my jacket.

[tearduct]

[LOOK. Vergilius can just be glad he's a self-aware teen. He is only being modest for everyone else's sake, not his own. He doesn't care if he's naked.]

You don't have to give it to me... I just don't want to get thrown in jail.

[immortalpoet]

[A little grumble as he orders a beef sandwich.]

I don't need the hassle of being pointed out as encouraging this. You're getting the jacket.

[tearduct]

[Hmmm. He debates it for a moment while Vergilius orders.

And then he sort of.... hunkers down into a crouch with his furry knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. The long tail flicks back and forth behind him. The wings settle.

He exhales.

And begins to shrink a little into more of a humanoid size. The fur leaves, the claws, the horns, the wings, the tail disappears inside of him with a small hiss.


It absolutely leaves him naked.]

[immortalpoet]

[THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT YOU'D DO YOU DEVILMAN ASS KID]

[He closes his eyes for a moment, a little exasperated, before he takes off his jacket to just toss onto his shoulders.]

At least tie it around your waist. [jesus christ] I hope you have enough brain in you to do that.

[now to get his sandwich]

[tearduct]

[STOP. He didn't wanna hulk around the whole time! He fiddles with the jacket as he stands up, making sure he can secure it before he flashes the whole populous of this park.]

Thanks...

[Voice is not growly anymore!]

[immortalpoet]

Mm.

[Yeah, yeah, don't thank him.]

You say emotions, right? How often does that get out of control?

[tearduct]

[HE'S THANKING HIM.]

...Uh.

[Help, is that answer enough. It's answer enough. (slaps the top of his head) this bad boy can fit so many EMOTIONS inside him]

[immortalpoet]

...

[the hapless look of someone going "HOO BOY" inside their own head]

How old are you, again?

[tearduct]

[He makes a very teenager face like this simple question is the biggest accusation in the world.]

Seventeen...

[immortalpoet]

[JESUS H CHRIST vergilius would never say this but believe me this is the Vibe]

That sure explains a lot.

[tearduct]

Does it...?

[Imagine not only having wild teenage emotions already, but it's ten fold because you're also an empath.]

[immortalpoet]

Yep.

[yep.]

I've dealt with kids your age. It's not easy. And then you got this whole thing on top of it.

[tearduct]

[Oh. Hm.

He peers at Vergilius.]

Are you a teacher or something?

[immortalpoet]

[He actually lets out a snort at that.]

No. Never taught anything in my life. Worked as a guide of sorts, I guess.

[tearduct]

[His brows furrow.]

Like... a tour guide? Here?

[immortalpoet]

Absolutely not. This was when I was alive. And no, it wasn't for tours.

[tearduct]

[Both brows rise way up. A guide, but not for tours and not a teacher...]

But you dealt with kids... A... coach?

[immortalpoet]

...

[There is something almost...vaguely distant in his expression, before he shuts that down.]

No. I was just a volunteer at a place.

[tearduct]

[…

He is watching him. Look, he is dumb as a sack of bricks about most things, but the one thing he is not dumb about is emotional well-being. Or unwell-being. He Sees.]

Oh. Was it hard? Your job.

[immortalpoet]

No. It wasn't hard, even if there were a lot of kids to look after.

[A roll back of the shoulders into a shrug.]

My main job was the hard one, comparatively.

[tearduct]

[Assigns Vergilius daycare worker…]

What was that job?

[He gets to deal with 20 questions because Akira has never met him in the two months here, and also he can smell the depression.]

[immortalpoet]

[I MEAN....I MEAN..........................SORT OF, ACTUALLY.................]

Fixer. [A beat.] Not a handyman, since some people have told me they think its that. More like a mercenary for hire.

[tearduct]

[Wow... Vergilius almost Gangsta Nic.]

Oh.

[Said in the way of he hadn't expected to be talking to a freaking mercenary, of all things. How is this more shocking than your bestie being (redacted).]

I went to high school and ran track. [Puts his meager teenage accomplishments beside Mercenary.] After I got possessed, I helped Ryo kill demons.

[Adds... a bonus.]