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

[tensecondsahead]

I'll trade information, but I'm not up for an interrogation today. And the more I know about your culture, the easier it is to talk about similarities and differences.

[riegan]

Hey, hey, who said anything about an interrogation? It's just a little healthy conversation.

(Laine definitely saved himself from playing 20 questions with Claude though. Well done.)

... Alright. I get it. (He knows better than to try and twist and bend over to regain his earlier momentum,) The last funeral I went to was for a knight.

He was an impressive man; a real guy of legends. When he was alive, people would never run out of stories about his deeds. But when he died, all of those stories stopped. All we did was pray and talk about the goddess forever. Everyone cried for days.

(IT WAS MISERABLE....)

But that's just how it was done.

[tensecondsahead]

[Yeah, he figured he needed to avoid the 20 questions about to happen there.

And Claude's answer gives Laine something to go on. He knew there'd be something that sparked this series of questions.]

When someone dies, we don't talk about them until the burial is finished, and then we believe it's important to talk about them honestly. I don't think there's any one way to handle death that ever really satisfies the living.