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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[misstrust]

Now, that's not very nice. Surely Gary deserves another chance.

[ No, she just sounds amused again. ]

[uhhhmagic]

For ruining the space kitchen? You get one shot at greatness, amigo, and Gary fuckin' blew it.

[Fuck off Gary!!]

[misstrust]

I'd really hope that one's shot of greatness isn't so easily destroyed by messing up a kitchen.

Sometimes that can be fun.

[ Dorothy, no-- ]

[uhhhmagic]

Look, I'm all for destroying a good room or two, even taking down a building, the occasional city or planet, but there is something, uh, sacred about the kitchen.

Mostly 'cause it's the place where I want to be, and it's some bullshit.

[misstrust]

Now that you mention it, you do seem to carry a strong attachment to the kitchen.

[ He and his sister had been there and pretty annoyed with the intrusion last week... it's hard to forget. ]

[uhhhmagic]

Chefs! Food enthusiasts. Comes with the job, but also, attachment implies I'm like, emotionally compromised.

[They had called dibs!!]

Which of course not, I'm just deeply upset that I can't get in there.

[misstrust]

... Isn't that the very definition of emotionally compromised--

[uhhhmagic]

Nope!

[yea]

Compromised means that I'm like, weak about it.

[misstrust]

Ah, I see. But you're stronger than your disappointment.

I respect that.

[uhhhmagic]

Wha-- [???] Right! Right, yeah exactly! Exactly.

And I'm gonna take that strength and [slamming his shoulder against the door.

This obviously does not work.]

Ow!

[misstrust]

I... did say I respected that, but I meant more inner strength...

[ PLEASE STOP. ]