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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[papasha]

[It is stupid how gently and pleasantly he shuts the door when the trash is taken out.]

I'm afraid back up will likely be on the way now.

[He is fixing his sleeves when he returns to stand at her side.] Apologies for the mess. Some people just get scared. [He looks surprised at the painting.]

That's very well done, Miss Dorothy.

[misstrust]

If you're saying that, I guess we can hope it will fool anyone else who isn't an art critic.

... Do you do this often? [ Beat up guys?? ]

[papasha]

Well, Mister Kano did steal my reading glasses, but I don't think my eyes are deceiving me.

[He offers her a humble smile.]

I'm retired. But I was in the army. I hope I didn't scare you.

[misstrust]

No, just... startled me, more than anything.

I'm certainly glad I wasn't facing you during a war!

[ For many reasons, honestly. ]

[papasha]

[He laughs gently, amused.]

I would hope a pretty woman such as yourself wouldn't be a part of any kind of war like that.

[misstrust]

[ Her lips quirk faintly into a slight smile. ]

That's very sweet of you, Blanca. But it's true that I'd very much prefer not to be involved in any sort of war.

[papasha]

A very reasonable desire.

[He gestures to the painting.]

Any finishing touches to Mrs. Mona Lisa? We shouldn't hang around for very long.

[misstrust]

[ a last dab to the dress and she sets the palette aside. ]

That will have to do. Let's not linger.

[papasha]

Wonderful.

[He bends to scoop up his blazer and ease it on again, situating the front. And then he offers her his elbow while using the other hand to lift the canvas from the top of the back.

They have to take it somewhere, right? So the po-po don't get it.]

It's a shame you can't put your name on it, after working so hard.

[misstrust]

I'm all right not being in the spotlight, in this situation.

[ Time to take that elbow and make like a tree. ]