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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[frostythehitman]

a.
[ Maybe you're wandering around the little seaside town. Maybe you hear something slightly off nearby. Maybe you're searching for him specifically.

In any case, the point is you've found him. He's tucked away in a dank, dark, dirty corner between a couple of houses, sat on the dusty ground wearing this getup (sans eyepatch). Littered around him on the ground are a couple of glowsticks, cracked open so the luminescent fluid is smeared around him and on his hands.

Sat on the ground with his arm curled protectively around it is a large mixing bowl full of whiskey. Every now and then he picks it up and lifts it to his lips, drinking it like it's cereal milk. Some of it dribbles down his face and onto his clothes. The way he's hunched over makes it look like he might be crying.

He is here to bury his shame alone, which clearly means everyone needs to witness it. ]

b.
[ It can happen anywhere. Maybe both you and Vezda reach for the same door knob. Or reach for the same food item in the kitchen. Or maybe you bump shoulders while trying on pirate outfits. I don't know.

The important thing is, if you think you've experienced the touch-shocks so far?

Well get ready for it to be MUCH WORSE now ]

c.
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b

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy has been lucky so far, avoiding the worst of it--

But that's until she bumps shoulders with the guy on accident, stumbling mid-walk and--

OW. OW????

That sure is a shriek of pain right before she topples. ]

[frostythehitman]

Ow, shit--!

[ He grimaces and grips his arm where the shock originated, but then stops when he sees that whoever bumped into him has fallen. ]

Oh, crap, are you okay?!

[misstrust]

J... just fine, you merely... caught me off-guard...

[ Just. Give her a minute. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ He leans down to help her up, offering her a hand. ]

[misstrust]

[ She just-- looks at his hand. A-and. ]

While I appreciate the gesture, perhaps we should avoid touching?

[frostythehitman]

...Oh.

Right.

Then, uh. Help yourself up, I guess.

[misstrust]

Right... but thank you again.

[ As she slowly pushes herself up. ]

[frostythehitman]

What the hell was that about anyway?

b!

[siblingless]

[Oh.

Well.

Guess that's happening.

She shrieks and skips back a whole ass two feet, cradling her hand after they both reach for the same food item. Owie? Owie, ow, ow.]

[frostythehitman]

Jesus Christ--! [ He barely stifles a yell as he recoils from the touch. ]

What the hell is this?!

[siblingless]

Ow...

[THAT SUCKED. She scoots an extra foot away from him while she continues to cradle her hand, just in case.]

Was that part of this week's effect? It was awful.

[frostythehitman]

I don't know. It's new to me. Christ. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse than the cuddling...

...

No, you know what, the cuddling was worse. This isn't so bad.

[siblingless]

Um... I think I have to disagree.

[The cuddling didn't hurt her. :( What the fuck.]

Is this going to happen anytime we touch someone's hand? We can't offer our help in an emergency if it will be like this as week long.

[frostythehitman]

We'll just have to get creative.

[siblingless]

What would you suggest, Vezda-san?

[frostythehitman]

[ He detaches his arm and tosses it at her. ]

Among other options.

[ unfortunately, this will not work, so. enjoy another supershock. ]

a

[discernments]

[ Jeanne is walking slowly to get places, so it's not hard to miss him. Or maybe it's how he looks like he needs help somehow.

That could be it, too. ]

Um... Vezda? Is everything all right?

[frostythehitman]

[ you are. so brave. to pick this prompt.

In any case, being sighted by anyone in this state would be horrifying, but somehow it feels worse that it's Jeanne. He ducks his head and waves his hand clumsily at her. ]

What're you doin' here? Just--move on.

[ LEAVE HIM TO HIS SHAME ]

[discernments]

[ i'm starting to worry but yolo

She steps closer and closer until she gets into emotionshare distance of him. ]

I was worried.

[ He can feel that.

Obviously, she isn't moving on. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Oh shit--if he can feel her getting worried, that means she can feel what he's feeling, right? He practically flinches with the realization, but he is backed up against a wall and too sloshed to get away besides.

So have fun with this bottomless pit of self-loathing, intense enough to choke on it. ]

Don't be.

[ He tries to growl it, to reinforce that he extremely does not want to be seen right now, but it comes out garbled and kind of slurred. ]

[discernments]

[ Ah. She accepts that feeling easily enough. It saddens her that he feels that way, but it doesn't make her flinch or anything.

He may not want to be seen, but is he ready to be Perceived? ]

Please come with me.

[frostythehitman]

[ He flops forward, nearly dunking his entire face into the whiskey bowl. ]

Why should I?

[discernments]

I will break that bowl and dump all the alcohol in this area onto the ground.

[ Zero hesitation. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ He stares at her like he's trying to discern if she's telling the truth or not. Not like he can tell, with how sloshed he is.

Better safe than sorry. ]

Fine.

[ He haphazardly hauls himself to his feet, nearly falling over a few times in the process, takes another good long swig from the whiskey bowl, and cradles it protectively next to him. ]

Let's go.