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.

NAVIGATION locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories

Comments

[laid]

Sure, but I expect the same from you in return afterwards.
[Give and take. Not that he minds talking about his job that much. It's distanced enough from his personal life.]

All old Raven's ever done with his life is work for Don Whitehorse. That's the leader of the guild union. His guild Altosk's in charge of running the union and Dahngrest, the city where most guilds operate, since it's th' only city with a barrier outside of the Empire. He's a great man, but he's also a mean old bastard that sends my sorry self every which way doing jobs for him. He's the one with the power ta mobilize people, not me.

[recrowns]

[wow...... he's not familiar with this concept of guilds and there's a lot of names to consider - but he seems to be listening with a lot of interest!!]

Fufu, so you're his right hand? That seems like a rather impressive responsibility in and of itself.

[laid]

[That's correct.]

More like his gofer. Bein' a right hand man'd come with some actual respect, wouldn't it?