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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Comments

[dawnblushed]

[Hmm. Gravity, huh.]

...I wonder if Ange could become an astronaut?

[stillnot]

Maybe she already is one.

[ WHO KNOWS. ]

[dawnblushed]

Ooh... that might have been what her profile meant...!

[HOW COOL...]

[stillnot]

I was kidding. I don't think that's it.

... You could ask her, though.

[dawnblushed]

[alas..]

Maybe being able to defy gravity would make her good at it if she decided she wanted to be one.

[stillnot]

Seems like it would come in handy. If her world even has space travel.

[dawnblushed]

Hers sounded more advanced than mine... so it might have it!

[stillnot]

Hard to say. Other people's worlds all have their own histories.

Can't really figure them out, myself.

[dawnblushed]

Yeah... it's hard to, when you don't know much about them.

[...]

Maybe it would be easier to figure out if we talked about it in more detail? What's something you remember from your own world?

[stillnot]

[ the first thing that comes to mind is obviously walkers, but she is so very tired of talking about them, so... hmm... ]

My treehouse.

Guess that doesn't paint a very clear picture, though. [ it was just the first thing that came to mind ]

[dawnblushed]

You... lived in a tree?

[i'm so sorry, clem]

[stillnot]

What? No.

Well - yeah, but only for a couple days, before... [ she... squints... ] Just for a couple days.

[dawnblushed]

[...huh.]

What was it like?

[stillnot]

It sucked. It was cold and uncomfortable and I was hungry.

[dawnblushed]

[oh.]

I'm sorry to hear that...

[stillnot]

It's alright. Like I said, it wasn't for very long.

These days I'd kill for a treehouse. High up and safe from walkers - since they can't climb.

[dawnblushed]

...um, forgive me if this sounds ignorant, but... what is a "walker"?

[stillnot]

Monsters.

[dawnblushed]

[Yikes!

She looks like she wants to ask more but isn't sure if she should... monsters are an unpleasant topic...]

[stillnot]

[ ... ]

... Where I'm from, the dead don't stay dead. They come back as mindless monsters.

[dawnblushed]

[bad.]

That sounds... really awful. [...] Worse than "really awful," actually.

[stillnot]

It's fine.

Tell me something you remember from your world.

[dawnblushed]

Something I remember...

[hmm. there are a lot of things she remembers from her world (it's still early, yet!), so she has to take some time to think about it.]

...what kind of memory do you want to hear about?

[stillnot]

Hm... Something from your childhood, maybe? That's what I gave you.

[dawnblushed]

Umm... let's see.

...when I was really little, I got sick. My cousin got sick, too. We stayed together so that we wouldn't infect anyone else, and... his father came to visit him, but mine didn't. We overheard people say that my father was too afraid of getting sick to come and visit, and that... well, it was upsetting.

A little while later, my favorite dish was sent to us. I tried it... and it was so gross! It turned out, my father had made it, and he brought it himself.

[her expression softens into a smile.]

That was the most disgusting meal I ever had, but it was the most delicious, too.