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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[evocationary]

I'd say that's mid-timeline. [ she says thoughtfully.

and then, because for as stupid as she likes to act, she does actually pay attention when she wants to: ] Jesus, were you what, eight?

[stillnot]

[ she nods. haha! memories... ]

So you think in another eight years, things might be better?

[evocationary]

[ me having played the first twd game, nodding solemnly ]

A lot of things can change in eight years.

[stillnot]

[ It Only Gets Worse From There

she has Doubts but she lets out a small laugh. ]

There's this kid back home. He thinks things are going to get better - like walkers are just part of an era that's going to pass. It's a nice idea.

[evocationary]

[ she leads them into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of her robe. ]

Maybe they won't pass, but it'll get easier to deal with them. [ she says, glancing over her shoulder. ] I mean, by all means, I don't do optimism, but I'm not a doomsayer either.

[stillnot]

[ she... considers this for a moment. ]

The older a walker is, the more it decomposes. Makes them easier to kill. So that's kind of true, in a way. But anyone who dies, turns. It's not like you have to get bit. [ which is old news by now, but she figures maybe people from worlds without walkers don't know those kinds of basics. ] Which means as long as there are people, there will always be fresh walkers.

I want to believe things will get better, like Tenn says. Maybe we'll just run out of people first.

[evocationary]

[ bleak ]

Well, people are terrible, so maybe that's not a bad thing. [ she's going to start making breakfast! ]

[stillnot]

[ sorry for being bleak!! the world sucks!! ]

Sometimes it's better to not run into anyone for a long time. That happens a lot.

[evocationary]

We had places like... like that. [ she stutters on that, and then frowns. reaches up to rub at her ear. ] Fuck.

I - uh, right, yeah. I bet it does.

[stillnot]

[ that. catches Clem's attention? ]

Yeah? You been to a lot of different places?

[evocationary]

A few, yeah. [ she shakes her head, as if to clear it. ] Why?

[stillnot]

Just curious. We're all from such different places that I wonder what other ones are like.

[ ... but like ]

You okay?

[evocationary]

Oh, yeah. Just static. It's - fine.

You're from Earth, right?

[stillnot]

[ she nods slowly - yeah, she's from earth. ]

Static?

[evocationary]

Just uh, yeah, just some friendly static. Like white noise. [ lup, please explain yourself literally ever ]

[stillnot]

Is something wrong with your ears?

[evocationary]

Nah, more like, uh. Something wrong between the ol' ears, as it were.

[stillnot]

Do you need medicine...?

[ not that she has any, but - in case she finds some? ]

[evocationary]

[ she aggressively cracks an egg. ]

No. It's not. Currently fixable.

[stillnot]

Oh. Um... I'm sorry?

[ she feels awkward for bringing attention to it, then... ]

[evocationary]

[ she waves a hand. ] It's fine, don't worry about it. I'm not worried about it.

[ she clears her throat. ] So, thoughts on what nova collecting is going to be like?

[stillnot]

[ Hmm... Well, if she says so... ]

No clue. It all sounds like fiction to me.

[evocationary]

It does sound pretty wack, doesn't it? I'm not super unfamiliar with the concept of fetch quests, but the vague spooky you have to collect the nooovaaaa [ she wiggles her fingers for effect. ] thing is weird.

[stillnot]

[ fetch quests is a term she is not used to, but it's pretty self explanatory. ]

I'm used to having to go hunt for stuff, but I don't know what to expect with the way they talk about it. When it's not something normal like bullets or food, you know?

[evocationary]

[ something normal like bullets or food, clementine please ]

Right, the totally normal search for bullets. [ lup says, squinting. ] Don't worry, babe, I'm just stepping out to go grab some milk and a round of .45s.

Hey, go check the pantry for syrup.