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

[hardrocklife]

I suppose they wouldn't starve and die without it. They're too tenacious for that. But it does replenish their strength some. Mostly, it's for fun.

[failbo]

Well, uh...guess the demons in charge here are gonna get plenty of that. Everything seems to be made to really cause misery...even if it's with minor inconveniences.

[Minor enough they're just annoying, but, well, is living in constant annoyance much better than being outright miserable all the time?]

[hardrocklife]

This place is basically a demon buffet, yeah. Seems a bit unnecessary to even have a Hell, given that there's no shortage of misery in the living world.

[failbo]

...yeah...there sure is.

[Can't disagree there, pal]

Causing misery on all of us by giving really watered down beer when we have to gain a resistance to alcohol. We got the odds stacked against us!

[And not everyone is a large blue creature who, by virtue of his size, already has some advantage due to needing more alcohol to begin feeling buzzed. Best of luck, everyone else!]

[hardrocklife]

Yeah.

But at least they're going for a "creative" approach, instead of just torturing us outright. Or destroying us.

[failbo]

Oh, agreed. I mean...to even have the chance to maybe leave this place? It's unprecedented, I'm sure. I'm still not sure if it's all like it sounds, because even coming back to life at all? That sounds...

...a little too good to be true.

[There must be a catch to the whole 'outdrink Satan' thing, really. As in what happens afterwards can't be as simple as just returning home...]