redactable | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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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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No, they just have doors that need to close really securely, because cars are meant to ride in. To keep people inside safe when they're going fast.

Sooo if one of those doors gets slammed hard on your fingers...

[ it might not be salvageable. ]

That safety design needs some reworking.

[ All cars should be made of foam and go 5mph. ]

Were you inside or outside?

It's fine, I was just careless.

I was outside, but there have been times I was inside a car and very grateful for those doors.

[ so no reworking necessary. leaving aside that no one is, like, manufacturing cars anymore anyway. ]

[ Sounds like Clementine's been through some real man hook scenarios. ]

Hey, isn't that the better side to be on? The fingertip plopped off all safe and sound inside the car- you coulda just stuck it back on!

It's not like it just came off. It just got all fucked up and I had to cut it off.

[ she wasn't going to be able to set it and let it heal like she could her other finger that had been caught. ]

There aren't really hospitals anymore to help, you know?

[ He can't imagine how a finger would get fucked up that bad, unless the car was moving at the time and Clementine had no choice and no time. ]

Couldn't you, like, hitchhike your way to a big city that has one?

[ just a locked door slamming on your fingers with the full weight of a body on it. but also yes to no choice and no time. ]

Nope. No drivers, no cities, no hospitals.

Not an option.

No drivers..... so some asshole slammed a car door on your hand and just sat there, huh. Yikes.

[ He shakes his head, because no drivers is silly enough, but no cities? Whole cities?

Clementine must've lived somewhere reaaaaaall rural. ]

It was a walker - he was already dead.

[ and because she's. talked to enough people now to know this isn't the norm for everyone. ]

Most, uh. Most people in my world are dead.

I mean. Most people in my world are dead too.

[ There are millions of years of dead people and less than a hundred of living, they're greatly outnumbered no matter what world it is. ]

And, like, me too?

[ she means 'most of the people you encounter are dead' but it's. fine.

she frowns at him. huh??? ]

What do you mean?

Walker?

[ He pats his thighs, like that explains anything. ]

That's not what it means.

[ she does not think it's as funny as I do... ]

Why name 'em that, then? So, what does it mean?

Some people call them different things. Muertos or biters or whatever.

[ Walking, biting, dead. Ah. ]

Oh. Haha, I bet I can do all that stuff too, but you know? Humans are actually pretty gross? Like, who knows where you all have been? Yikes, not tasty at all!