WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK ZERO: MINGLE (43 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and it's the start of a new week. Speaking of new, if participants turn on their PHS, they'll notice another section available. There's also an alert for a new message, titled TEAM ASSIGNMENT. Opening it will reveal which Leader they have been assigned to. Furthermore, at the corner of the PHS screen is an icon of an animal, depending on who their Leader is. It is visible only to them and no one else. That's not the only change, though. Participants may not notice at first—or perhaps they will?—but sooner or later, they may realize that they're... missing something? Strange. Three Leaders can be found around the area, open (?) to approach. If participants want to speak to them more privately, or to an absent Leader, it looks like they'll have to go through another channel. Which is to say, the Planetarium is now open! Finally, for the rest of the week, the participants will inexplicably have the urge to be physically affectionate. That person you just met days ago? Time to cuddle! This complete stranger you ran into? It sure is tempting to hold their hand. This urge can range anywhere from minor to impossible to ignore, depending on the situation. Enjoy your bonding!

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[showyourself]

[elsa laughs lightly, shaking her head.]

Not that kind of awakening—but, yes. Several. And you?

[evocationary]

Oh, I thought you were trying to be cute about the sun sleeping or whatever. [ sniff. ] Anyway, yep. A bunch that are familiar and a bunch that aren't. Someone did their research.

[showyourself]

Hah, no. Just aurora borealis.

[she smiles, hands clasped behind her back as she looks up, the train and trim of her dress sparkling in the moonlight.]

Research—or, our own memories are reflected into the sky. Perhaps the ones we don't recognize are our six helpers.

[evocationary]

Hm, don't like that. [ she says, following elsa's gaze up. ] I'd prefer whatever the Realm is to keep it's grimy little fingers out of my brainpan.

[showyourself]

Hmm. Might be too late, considering, well... [everything. their items. their closets. their profiles.] ...everything.

[elsa extends a finger, pointing to polaris.]

Can you see that star?

[evocationary]

[ she squints. ] I can, yeah. Why?

[showyourself]

Do you have it? In your country?

[evocationary]

Sure. I doubt it's called what you call it, but it's the same concept. Probably.

[ what the fuck are stars ]

[showyourself]

[truly, what ARE stars. well, elsa's here to talk about it?]

In my father's land, Arendelle, that's known as the North star—the "pole star"—because it seldom moves, while the other stars in the sky seem to rotate around it.

And in my mother's land, Northuldra, it's known as the "sky-stake", or "sky-pole". That, as it rarely seems to move, it must be the one thing holding the world in place.

Even in the same land, it can mean the same thing, with different names. So I was hoping that it would be something similar for you—and perhaps, for everyone here.

Something that stays true, and connects all of us.

[evocationary]

[ wow the purity that drips off that last sentence makes lup want to gag, but she just looks back up at the sky instead. ]

Well, I couldn't tell you what it's called where I came from, but I'll take your word for it. [ she could, but thinking about home is... complicated. ] I think the connection is probably less sweet than you're thinking.

[showyourself]

[she scoffs, still tickled.]

Everything is less sweet than I'd like it to be.

[evocationary]

[ lup is just going to flop down on the ground so she can stare up at the stars. ]

You got that right. [ sniff. ] So. Settling in, snowflake?

[showyourself]

[gosh. did she just lay down on the floor? elsa crouches down after her, the train of her dress gently fluttering into a pile behind her.]

...Snowflake? Is that what I'm responding to, now?

[evocationary]

[ yeah sure why not life is short and death is around the corner ]

Snowball was also an option.

[showyourself]

[she giggles.]

Maybe after I've eaten a few more cakes.

[evocationary]

[ that makes lup grin. ]

Won't be a problem here, I'm sure. I don't know, the only other snow related word I can think of off the top of my head is flurry, and that's stupid. It's not even a nickname.

flurry writing lup dunking on flurry: nice

[showyourself]

I'll leave it up to you. I'm not much for nicknames.

yea i was proud of that one

[evocationary]

Me either. [ ?? ] Anyway. Answer my question.

[showyourself]

[she titters, letting herself sit on the ground beside Lup, knees at her chest, as the dress settles around her in a pool of light.]

More or less.

And you?

[evocationary]

[ her dress is so pretty, wtf. ]

Eh. I'm ready to get off this wild ride, but it's not as bad as it could be, I guess.

[showyourself]

You guess.

[she leans her head on her knees, looking sideways at Lup on the floor.]

It would be nice if we could help them, though. With all of this.

[evocationary]

Speak for yourself. Help who?

[showyourself]

The six with the masks. They seem as lost as we are.

[evocationary]

I honestly do not get the obsession with helping the NPCs, like - what are you getting out of this?

[showyourself]

...NPCs?