WEEK TWO: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK TWO: MINGLE (37 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, and new buildings within the town have been unlocked. Finally, should anyone check their PHS, Cater, Sharon, and Kano'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. If you break the current ninth rule, participants will get shocked. It will be a mild shock at first, but the longer they touch each other, the stronger it will get. On that note, if your character did not share a memory last week, please make sure to check your notifs! Participants may also find that their memories of the past few weeks are getting fuzzier... as though they can't recall some of the details without focusing. Finally, this week, every time a participant gets within one foot of someone, they will experience the emotions the other person is currently feeling and vice-versa. This will last for ten seconds even after they've stepped out of their personal bubble, after which the sharing itself might share, but the knowledge will not. Have fun!

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[laid]

[Gives him an impassive stare in return!!]

There's no need to be so obtuse. You can just ask me what you're wondering about directly, you know.

i forgot my last tag and thought elsa was just shouting her name like a pokemon

[bisouled]

Yeah, I remember.

[ she was a Chosen One at the trial -- but Fiora's not about to bring that up. She swims over excitedly. ]

It is warm!

[robopriest]

Basically, you were a guy named Raven before. You talked all casually, kind of like a country bumpkin. Now you're like this.

[so blunt, hansa.]

So...who are you, stranger?

???

[riegan]

Well, what do we have here? I didn't expect to see you out and about so soon.

(He fully expected Raven to stay in the hole he made for himself!!

... But Claude is perceptive enough to tell that something is off so he approaches with some level of caution. What's going on?)

[laid]

[That name, he definitely heard Mob say it before. But huh. It makes his head hurt, to try to think about it. Stranger? That's not right either. He's met Hansa before. Right? Right. Otherwise why would he know his name and feel some vague irritation at his presence?]

Schwann Oltorain, First Captain of the Imperial Knights.

[retellers]

What.

[robopriest]

A pleasure, Schwann. I would shake your hand, but I don't want to get myself shocked today. Sorry.

[A light shrug.]

So...you do remember why you're here, right? About what's been happening, these past few weeks.

[laid]

[He turns to Claude, frowning slightly because right, he saw Claude earlier, but- No, did he? He definitely did but there's something off, something vague and unreal about the memory. He steadies himself, his right arm twisting to place a fist over his heart, something like a salute. Claude is a noble, after all.]

Did you need something else from me?

[laid]

That's fine. [He's not much of a hand shaker.]

I do. [Mostly.] It's... a bit foggy but I at least understand the situation we're in.

[robopriest]

That's good. We don't want to lose you in the ensuing chaos, here.

[He pauses, glancing around, before turning his attention back to Schwann.]

...Want to take a walk? I can answer some questions for you, if you'd like.

[lionson]

Nope~ I won't lie and say I have no buttons to push, but they're more closely guarded than that.

[retellers]

Don't think so, but I'm familiar with them. [ they tap the cannon itself ] These are pretty old fashioned, though.

[retellers]

Maybe. It's not totally unfamiliar. Wouldn't call it familiar either, though.

[robopriest]

Smart man. Of course, its better to have no buttons to push than some, but...we just have to do what we can with what we have.

[retellers]

Yeah, I noticed. Some of you guys are... really into dress up.

[ there is so much cosplay ]

Probably for the best to keep it at dress up. Last thing we need is actual pirates.

[retellers]

Our own teams. That's enough information already.

[discernments]

So you're from more modern times, too?

[ She's thoughtful. ]

Are you interested in weaponry?

[discernments]

[ That's certainly a mood, and honestly, it's not unexpected after this past weekend.

Jeanne smiles, although it's a small one. ]

That's a nice sentiment. We can try to be each other's memory keepers.

[ But it's still hard when the person who forgot just can't remember.

She writes down Ruler and Jeanne. ]

[lionson]

I'd be wary of someone without buttons to push anyway. The things we're defensive about, that's proof of the lives we've led, yeah?

[retellers]

Maybe. Time's sort of relative, considering all these worlds.

[ also they have no way of knowing for sure except that these canons look Old As Balls to them ]

Yeah. Not really the cannon and gunfire kind, though.

[riegan]

...

(Oh. What's this? He frowns, watching Raven bow to him and listening to him speak. He holds up a hand, trying to stop him from... well, all of this,)

Stop, I've never liked all of the formality. (Of being a noble. Of having others regard him for how he was born instead of his own character.) There's no need for any of that.

But yes, actually. (There is something he needs. He hadn't realized it until now,) You've changed.

(What happened?)

[frostythehitman]

[ Well, sorry Fiora, because this emotion share is gonna be hella uneven then--Vezda is absolutely wracked with guilt and anger--mostly aimed at himself. So like, have fun with that all of a sudden.

Vezda himself, on the other hand, is focusing on the task at hand, dutifully carrying this stupid crate up to the top deck. ]

[heartablaze]

Yeah. Especially for the people who aren't here anymore... until we can fix everything, we're the only ones who remember them, aren't we? And I... I really don't want to forget any of them, Ruler-san, or any of you.

[and yet things were already slipping through the cracks, like trying to see things through a quickly thickening fog...

She watches her write unabashedly, eyebrows raising.]

"Jeanne"... that's pretty.

Is that a nickname?

[frostythehitman]

What's so important about white crabs anyway?

[frostythehitman]

Sounds pretty pirate-y to me.