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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[axecessory]

[ Her dress catches her eye first—tres chic—but the smell of the chocolate is a close second. She beams. ]

Really? I'd love some!

[ free stuff hell yeah ]

[showyourself]

Of course. Do you have a preference?

[about what? mugs and cups! she gestures to a selection of them to her side, both cute and elegant choices present.]

[axecessory]

[ Oh, a task she actually enjoys. She takes a look at The Brew—dark and frothy—then looks over the mugs. ]

For something like this we should pick something that won't stain the china. Maybe a bright, simple design for contrast...

[ So she picks up two rich blue mugs—one for her, and one for Elsa. ]

How about it?

[showyourself]

[two!!! what a sweetie. elsa laughs lightly, and takes one of the cups, ladling hot cocoa in.]

The chance to share a moment with someone who puts that much care and thought into choosing an appropriate cup? I accept.

[she presses the first one into hilda's hands, and returns to filling the other.]

Elsa, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[axecessory]

[ What a charming lady—so approachable. Hilda smiles, equally courteous, though her demeanor skews a little too casual to be polite. ]

I'm Hilda—and the pleasure's all mine.

[ It's not like she could've just sat here and not offered Elsa her own concoction, anyway... she gives it a dainty little sniff. ]

I don't think I've ever had chocolate like this. It seems so decadent.

i'm crying why is nu's thread the only one that peaced out

[showyourself]

That's the goal. What's the point of making hot chocolate if you can't eat it with a spoon?

[this baby can fit so many chocolate bars. anyway, elsa takes a sip—and then seems to remember something.]

Oh--would you like a snowman?

[on a plate in front of her is a little pile of hand-made marshmallow snowmen, the top one with a face picked out in chocolate. cute.]