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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[toyska]

[For everyone who missed it yesterday:

1. Childe is back in his regular outfit now and also accompanied by a small friend. Childe is a monster and took off its tiny party hat. Alas.
2. His fight with Scaramouche in the prison cell happened in front of god and everyone but somehow he looks even more beaten up than he did before?? IT'S BEEN ONE DAY WHAT IS HE DOING.

Okay anyway]

1. The Food Court

[THANK TSARITSA. Childe doesn't even cook that much these days but at this point making a decent meal is something of a spite mission. He nods in the direction of [YOUR RESTAURANT OF CHOICE OR WE CAN RNG IDC].]

Finally something we can work with!

2. Gym

[It's not as good as a weapons room but it'll do for now. You can find him in here exploring all the different kinds of equipment!! He will be in here... a lot. Sighs. Mostly he will dig out the landing mats to practice hand-to-hand training but he'll check out the other stuff too. Spar him if you absolutely must put me through the torture of writing fight threads WHY DO I KEEP PLAYING THESE CHARACTERS FREE MEEEEEE]

3. Bar

[He's looking at this beer like it's personally offended him

It's just this expression

That's the whole prompt]

4. wildcard

[HIT ME UP WITH WHATEVER YOU WANT YAAAAAAA]

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[pathopen]

[I see we're going towards knockoff Applebee's.]

You can cook?

[toyska]

[Delicious

But he nods!]

It's been a while since I've had to, but I used to cook for my younger siblings all the time.

[pathopen]

[Siblings...]

What's that like?

[toyska]

Having siblings? [Unless ??? meant "cooking" he can answer that too] It's great! The best thing in the world. I was actually only a few days out from catching a ship back home...

[Before... y'know. Death.]

[pathopen]

Right... [ They sure are all dead right now. ]

I've never really gotten to speak with my siblings.

[toyska]

[Ah... that's tough. He looks sympathetic.]

I don't get to see mine much anymore. [Well. Didn't. You know.] How many do you have?

[pathopen]

I'm sorry. You sound like you care about them.

...

More than I could count.

[ Sometimes you're mass produced. ]

[toyska]

[To the first, Childe just makes a noncommittal noise. In truth, he has a lot of mixed feelings about the whole situation--but that's not the kind of thing that you dump on a stranger in public.

The second makes him laugh, though.]

That many, huh? My mother would say the same thing.

[pathopen]

It would've been nice to be able to know them.

[ Did they even know he existed? They probably weren't told to care like human siblings do. ]

[toyska]

Mm. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance. [He means that, too--very little takes precedence over family, as far as he's concerned.]

[pathopen]

It's... alright. It's better than all my siblings being in hell, I think.

[toyska]

Yes, that's true. [He would gladly give up the chance to ever see his family again if it meant keeping them safe and sound elsewhere.

But this is a line of thought he doesn't much want to dwell on right now, so he smiles and pats them on the shoulder.]

We were talking about cooking, though. Do you enjoy it too?

[pathopen]

I... don't know. I've never been able to cook before.

I'd like to try it.

[awol]

Piss water.

[ someone is also very unhappy with this beer and this bar. ]

Could use a cleaning.

[toyska]

[HECKIN MOOD, MY GUY.]

If this is what we're supposed to win this "drinking contest" with, we really will be here forever.

[awol]

The point is probably to put us at a disadvantage.

[ he puts down the beer and sighs, hopping the counter, proceeding to rifle through things noisily. ]

Tch.

[toyska]

Wouldn't they want strong spirits for that? [Surely it would be easier to eliminate the lightweights with like. Vodka? Ale?? Strong wine???]

[awol]

Weak so we can't build a tolerance.

[ maybe? it's a guess. ]

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[polyglotti]

[Honestly that is a wholeass mood, and Tuuri has a similar expression on her face.

Also Kitty is attempting to pounce on the seelie from above. How did she get up high? Cats, man.]

[toyska]

[KITTY NO

It's alright, though, since the Seelie just kind of pops out of existence?? But since it was hovering above Childe's shoulder, that mostly means that Kitty lands on Childe, who--thank goodness for battle reflexes--catches her with a startled laugh.]

Hey, not the best idea around here!

[polyglotti]

[Kitty looks startled at ending up on a tall child(e) instead of on a bird-thing. It does bring a smile to Tuuri's face though.]

Oh, she's just playful. Kittens do that.

[toyska]

Right, right. I see them around cities a lot. [Dutifully, he hands the cat back to Tuuri!] Not as much in Snezhnaya, but in the warmer countries.

[polyglotti]

[Kitty go mjah, but Tuuri has her now.]

Oh? I'm surprised, I would have thought longhair cats would be right at home in the cold. Unless Snezhnaya is much further north than I'm imagining.

[toyska]

[If only I could answer this question properly]

Very little survives outside in the winter. It's Her Majesty's influence.