WEEK ONE: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK ONE: MINGLE (40 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and it's the start of a new week. To the participants, yesterday's events may seem distant now—albeit not as distant as their life before this. Whether or not they notice, they will have lost a memory upon waking up. The barrier to the north is down, and beyond the bridge lies new areas to explore. Strangely, what was there last week seems to have been replaced overnight. That's not the only thing that's different, either. The participants will find that their lodgings have changed. Finally, should anyone check their PHS, Hajime, Pikachu, and Virid's profiles have been removed. 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. Furthermore, it looks as though the rules have updated. Finally, this week, the participants will find themselves drawn to one person in particular. Whoever that is, they will find themselves compelled to be close to them physically. The longer they attempt to resist this, the more compelled they will be... and the closer they will want to be, to the point that it might be emotionally and physically draining to not be holding hands or hugging them for several hours because you've ignored them too long. That's fun.

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[retellers]

Swan asked for a demonstration...

[ shamefully, ]

I apologize.

[maidforservice]

It's quite all right. This brief period of entertainment is apology enough for me.

[SHE'S SO AMUSED]

And we've been able to meet all of you now, haven't we?

[retellers]

[ they quietly nod. ]

[maidforservice]

So it's all water under the bridge, so to speak.

[a polite bow!!]

Thank you for being honest with me.

[retellers]

There is no reason for me not to be.

[maidforservice]

It's true; there isn't. But some might have obfuscated the truth of their mistake in order to preserve their dignity.

[like she's about to do when people ask her what happened to the inn kitchen]

[retellers]

I don't think I have that much dignity to worry over.

[maidforservice]

[. . .]

Oh my. I don't think I've ever met someone who would admit to such a thing so readily and willingly.