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]

[the blank look elsa is giving both of them. SHE KNOWS WHAT BULLETS ARE? WHAT IS AN ORBAL GUN?? why is everything in this place catching her off...... it's fine. she shakes her head, and ignores raven's oddly flirty comment completely.]

Bullets from a gun, yes. I imagine it's just from a regular rifle, or something similar...

But before we start, I think we should all introduce ourselves, and make sure we know what all the items we're looking for... look like.

I'm Elsa. It's a pleasure to meet both of you.

[laid]

I met the lovely miss Sharon before, but yeah. It's good ta meet you too, Elsa darlin'. You can call me Raven.
[As could probably have been inferred.]

The others sound familiar enough ta me? Though I'm not exactly sure what makes something "joke" glasses. Or how we're gonna find this little stuff when they could be anywhere in town.

[maidforservice]

[the fuck is a rifle. oh well, she's just going to ignore that for now]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Elsa. And yours as well-- again-- Master Raven.

[POLITE CURTSY]

As for "joke" glasses, I imagine those are any sort of glasses that make one laugh. I believe the Emporium may be a good place to start for those.

[showyourself]

Just Elsa is fine. [none of this. darling. thing.]

I think the Emporium is a good idea. Let's head in that direction, first.

[and she's off, because. let's get this over with!!]

[laid]

[He assumes she's talking to Sharon and she WILL get called darling again, sorry. In any case.]

That'd be good! If it's just in the store and not like, buried in the underbrush in the woods somewhere.
[following after Elsa dutifully.]

[maidforservice]

[and Sharon assumes she is talking to Raven so LADY ELSA will occur again as well. I'm so sorry Elsa]

I would hope we aren't so unlucky.

Though maybe we should check after the Emporium, just in case.

[to make sure these "joke glasses" weren't stolen by an adorable woodland creature]

[showyourself]

[elsa is just. letting them talk—and opening the door for both of them when they do reach the emporium.]

After you two. Fan out, and see what you can find. The joke glasses have a, um, moustache attached to them, so look for that.

[laid]

Ah! It's that sorta thing.
[He understands now. And since a pretty lady has commanded it, he's quick to set to work, so much so that he doesn't immediately notice there's a fucking fire in the store until he practically walks into it.]

Whoa, hey Rita-
[turning his head to shout before realizng Rita isn't here to throw some water magic on the problem-]

Uh, fire?

[maidforservice]

A mustache?

[teehee. . .]

I've never seen such a thing in my life. I must admit, I'm a little exci--

[oh]

[fire]

[SHE IMMEDAITELY WALKS BACK OUT OF THE STORE AGAIN]

[showyourself]

Fire?!

[??? ???????]

Why, of all times, now...?!

[and her with no ice powers?



anD WHY IS SHARON WALKING OUT????????

thinking fast, she grabs a handful of the souvenir t-shirts in her her arms, and dumps them on to the fire.]

Raven! The shirts! We can smother it!

[laid]

[SHARON!?

Also hilarious that no one involved will recognize the fire extinguisher nearby, and thus we shall not waste time trying to use it to find it empty.]

You sure!? Ain't that just giving it fuel??
[He says even as he just does what he says because it's better than doing nothing???]

[maidforservice]

[I fucking forgot there was a fire extinguisher, but yeah. Sharon doesn't know what those things are]

[also from. . . outside]

Lady Elsa, Master Raven! Might I suggest you also exit the building as quickly as possible?

[please do not burn to death]

[showyourself]

[elsa also has no idea what a fire extinguisher is, so. it's fine.]

No! We have to find that item! Hold on, this should--

[she coughs for a moment, from the smoke inhalation—but, sure enough, the fire has more or less been snuffed by elsa's pile of t-shirts trick.

she layers on a few more, for good measure.]

Raven! Look for the--the funny glasses!

[before she starts coughing again.]

[laid]

[The urgency at hand here is so sideways and overblown I'm in tears. Anyway.]

I can't exactly see all that well, Elsa darlin', but-
[As he's casting about... he spots them. Goes to pick them up.]

I got 'em. Do they-
[He makes to put them on but then they just magically dissolve as these are wont to do.]

They dissapeared.

[maidforservice]

[SHE IS STILL. . . OUTSIDE]

If you two don't exit the premises immediately, I'll be forced to drag you out myself. Please consider your health and safety!

[anyway she hasn't realized that the fire has been put out just yet]

[showyourself]

They--what?

[!?!?!]

Is that good or bad? Can someone check the little... PHS thing? Is it crossed off?

[laid]

[Ignoring Sharon because he too is concerned about whether the thing is checked off, and also he isn't opposed to being physically removed by a pretty maid? So he pulls it up.]

It is... so I guess they're supposed ta do that?
[Wild....]

[maidforservice]

[WHY ARE Y'ALL WORRIED MORE ABOUT ITEMS THAN YOUR HEALTH, HOLY SHIT]

[anyway she's going to march right back into the Emporium]

[and grab Raven and Elsa by the ears]

[and drag them out again]

[YES SHE SEES THAT THE FIRE IS SMOTHERED, NO SHE DOES NOT CARE]

[showyourself]

Great, then we can--ah!

[she's? getting dragged out???]

Noooo nonono, Sharon, it's fine! We're both fine! [very gently, she twists out of Sharon's hold, the white (slightly sooty) train of her gown spinning around her gently.]

We were just heading out, see? To the next thing!

[she gives a little black lung cough, and smiles.]

[laid]

Maybe some of us aren't particularly attached to our mortal flesh prison Sharon, you don't know!!!

Anyway this is not what he had in mind this isn't sexy at all. Raven just sorta yelps.]

Yeah, yeah, we're going! No need fer the manhandling!
[PLEASE]

[maidforservice]

[SORRY RAVEN SHARON DOESN'T DO SEXY WHEN SHE IS SCOLDING PEOPLE??]

[at any rate, once they're outside and once Elsa squirms away, Sharon lets go of their ears and just. sighs. she is used to scolding others thanks to her help in raising Alisa, at least]

While I'm glad that we managed to find one of our items-- [but sad that she COULDN'T SEE IT because she was OUTSIDE] -- no item is worth grievous injury. Please, I ask the both of you to consider your health and wellbeing more in the future.

[showyourself]

[...]

We're sorry for worrying you, Sharon.

[she nods at raven. aren't we raven. say you're sorry, raven.]

[laid]

Sorry, Sharon darlin'. Won't happen again.
[Luckily Raven is good at lying. He dusts himself off.]

Well! One down, two to go! Where would bullets or a guitar be around here, though....

[maidforservice]

[Sharon does not believe either of them for ONE MINUTE. but she does leave it there, letting out a little breathe]

I'm afraid I have no suggestions for the "bullets" nor the guitar. It's a shame this town doesn't have a music shop.

[showyourself]

[elsa isn't listening to either of them. she's listening to the wind which is gently...

...playing a song? hm.]

Do you... do either of you hear that?