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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[maidforservice]

[there we go! Sharon takes the baking soda easily before she pops open the lid and just]

[dumps the whole box onto the fire]

[GOODBYE, FIRE. WE HARDLY KNEW YOU. but hey, it's smothered now, so all that's left is a few wisps for smoke and the smell of burnt bacon]

Goodness. . . how embarrassing.

[bisouled]

[ aaaaand it's out. Phew. Fiora sighs, and then slumps forward a little bit, supporting herself on the edge of the kitchen island as if she's winded. ]

Whew... I was really worried...

[maidforservice]

[meanwhile, Sharon just. reaches out to pat Firoa's shoulder. there, there]

I apologize for the concern, but thank you very much for your assistance. I suppose I should steer clear from the kitchen from here on out. . .

[bisouled]

[ after a moment, she shifts to sit down with a heavy sigh. ]

It's all right... We all make mistakes. I've burned things, too. [ although not that badly. She offers a reassuring smile. ] Just be careful, all right?

[maidforservice]

Instead of "being careful" I think I will just avoid the kitchen from now on.

[except she sounds so depressed about this fact :(]

[bisouled]

[ fiora can hear the depression!! ]

Don't be like that! You can't give up after one mistake. Maybe you just need a teacher.

[maidforservice]

[. . . oh. well]

I assure you, a teacher won't help me. I am usually a much better cook than this. It's simply. . .

[and she trails off]

[bisouled]

Oh... Is it the stress?

[ "losing your memories" is still not the first thing that jumps to mind for Fiora, who remains unaware she's forgotten anything thus far... ]

I get it.

[maidforservice]

I would not call it stress as much as. . . .[hm]

I simply forgot how.