WEEK ZERO - MINGLE

[hellscapes]

Rise and shine, little deadlings. It's a beautiful day here in Hell and you're not gonna get anywhere by sleeping in all morning. After a rocky weekend, you may be finding yourself still trying to make sense of everything. Like…you're dead. Isn't that still so crazy? Wow!

But don't wallow about it. It's time to embrace your new afterlife and take a look at the world around you. You can look outside the windows of your dormitory and see that the reddish sun has risen a little higher in the sky. There's no cheerful sound of birds chirping or anything of the sort. You only have each other right now.

Venturing downstairs, you'll find that the front door has finally unlocked and you're able to step outside. The air is hot, a blast of warm air directly smacking you in the face as your feet step onto the dry, barren wasteland stretching ahead of you. Little cracks and fissures appear under your feet as you walk, glowing crimson as the heat follows after you. But it's worth exploring, don't you think?

For any of you who immediately make a break for the dock, you'll be happy to hear that there isn't a ferry at the moment. You can see the faint outlines of islands in the distance, but you have no chance of heading out to any of them just yet. Boo. Oh well. There's plenty of places to look around on this island. You didn't exactly get a grand tour yesterday, so take the opportunity to look around and get to know the lay of the land.

Maybe you're the chatty type who wants to get to know everyone else around you. Or maybe you're the type who just wants to mind their own damn business and expects everyone else to, too. No matter what though, as you go through your daily activities over the course of the week you will find that on occasion you will be compelled to tell a lie or spread a rumor about another new resident. You might tell a stranger your new roommate has cute underwear with little bunnies on it. Perhaps you'll tell someone else that the person across the street was programmed with the most tragic backstory on account of being a cyborg. There's no limit to how real or outlandish these stories are.

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

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.

Good luck!

Good morning everybody, and welcome to your week zero mingle! A few notes for clarity.

-This week's effect is a rumor mill! Characters will feel compelled to lie or gossip about other characters at various times, or whenever the rule of funny applies.

-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.

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Comments

5/5

[failbo]

i give up nevermiND

[Social networks are not really a thing to use, he decides]

[astika]

You're not missing anything.

[failbo]

why does anyone even use this where theyre from it seems like a regauge hassle

[Sent.

A few seconds later]

i meant huge

[See? Using these phones is a hassle! Should gather in person and talk like they did in his good ol' days of...whatever year Filbo comes from!]

[astika]

Most people who use them have fingers.

[failbo]

they made terrible shoes and a jumpsut my size but not a device for paws

i see the priority here

[The priority is to make things harder for them all, hah. Figures, he's unsurprised, really]

[cavaliered]

👏 👏 👏

[failbo]

:oI

[Apparently Filbo doesn't even use the predetermined emotes, just making the usual ones he knows. It's meant to be a blank neutral stare but it's not being conveyed really well, haha]

[cavaliered]

You said it

[she's so endeared by this, she can't help it.]

[refate]

oh buddy. you need a crash course huh.
don't think we can change our profiles otherwise everybody would have, but everything else we can work with.

[failbo]

so in olther worms we have to deal with the cards we got dealt

alright

[...part of him does feel tempted to continue using this thing just to be a tiny bit spiteful towards the demons who set up the network and set his profile like this. He probably will be flip-flopping back and forth between not using it, and trying to mess with it]

[hellscapes]

nice try grover

[failbo]

um the name isnt grover my name is flibo

[Send message.

......

Filbo reads what he sent, and then goes and just lies his face against the nearest wall]

[hellscapes]

its a nickname! grover.

but i can change it to flibo

[failbo]

look do that if you want i guess

[It's not like he can stop it from happening, he guesses. Unfortunately. Part of him still feels the kind of recent desire to just...roll over and accept it, to avoid confrontation, but he still sends that.

.......

ten seconds later, another message]

roses about that

[Predictably enough, a third:]

i meant sorrjh

[Filbo doesn't bother sending a clarification]

[hellscapes]

i like grover better

🌹? 🥀??

[ roses??? ]

[failbo]

the roses thing was the weird change thing

i take back what i said about it being convenient.

[Word. He means word. Not only typing is so much harder when you have paws, he has to grapple with the phone changing what he tries to say. Further proof to him nothing beats face to face communication!]