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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Big Metal Wallflower

[It's been...a long time since Al's been to a party, and never once in these kind of circumstances or with such mixed company. And not by himself, either. He came inside when he noticed everyone gathering, but now he's firmly glued to a wall like a decorative statue, watching the mingling and dancing and trying to appear as small as possible. A nerdy teenager in a giant body at the prom.

If approached, he gives a little wave,]

Good evening! This is nice, huh?

[and nervously shuffles his feet a bit]

At the Food Table

[Alphonse is hunched over the food table and its myriad dishes, picking up small pieces of food and offering them to a tiny black-and-white creature perched on his shoulder, which is dramatically turning its nose up at everything it's offered.]

What's that? You don't want it? But you should eat something!