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

[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.