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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[exercisms]

[Nodding enthusiastically. He definitely wasn't saying that out of skepticism.

Taking the fork and taking a bite. How is her cooking. . . ]

[showyourself]

[it's good, because it's not her cooking, it's the mysterious magic pirate pub's food, and she's just given up on life and eating whatever comes out when she orders at this point.

the octopus is very tender and tasty, braised in a deliciously tangy tomato sauce. elsa is just enjoying watching mob at this point. he is such a cutie.]

Well?

[exercisms]

[Oh, I can't read. Well, good! Eating it happily!]

It's good!

[showyourself]

Have you ever had octopus before?

[she's picking at some kind of jerk fish dish, expertly cleaning the meat off of the thin, white bones.]

[exercisms]

Takoyaki is my favorite.

[So, yes. But they probably don't have that here.]

[showyourself]

What's takoyaki? Another octopus dish?

[exercisms]

[Nod. Nod.]

It's octopus, but it's in a fried ball of dough. I don't know how to make it, though.

[showyourself]

[elsa is eating some fish as he explains. hum.]

Well... we could try to make it. The kitchen is pretty well-stocked. And I've never made it before, either. So...

[they can fail together!!]

[exercisms]

Okay!

[But he literally doesn't even know a recipe for it.]

[showyourself]

Wonderful. Dough, and octopus... how hard can that be, anyway?

[elsa.]

Did you want to try some of the others?

[exercisms]

Yes, please.

[Taking a bite of some. . . shrimp! Also, hitting you with an emotion share. She can feel that he is. . . happy? A little bit happy. But it feels very dull and far away.]

[showyourself]

[i keep forgetting it's emotionshare week, bless.

at first, she blinks—where is that coming from? but even muffled as it is, elsa can feel the happiness, the shape of it—and she smiles at her meal partner. how nice.

meanwhile, he gets the return: elsa's background anxiety, ever-buzzing, a constant fog over everything, the quiet concern and worry she has for everyone, everything around her. but for the moment, at least, her focus is on mob—and it's clear that she's happy, just sitting here with him.]

How is it?

[exercisms]

[Hmm, anxiety, huh? Can't relate. But it's nice that despite all of their messy feelings they're having a good time.]

I like it. Which one is your favorite?

[showyourself]

Oh, the fish, probably. [she indicates.] It's got a kind of...spice on it. A little tangy, a little spicy, but completely delicious. I've never had anything like it.

So? Any plans for the week? Other than our takoyaki-making attempt.

[exercisms]

Um. . .

[No? No.]

Well. I want to learn more about the leaders, I think.

[showyourself]

That’s a good start. Who’s your roommate this week?

[the more she talks to him, though, the happier her emotions get. he’s such a good boy.]

[exercisms]

Blanca-san. Who is yours?

[showyourself]

Alphinaud. He's very sweet. But as Alphonse was on his own in his room, I invited him to stay in ours, as well.

Is Blanca nice? I haven't talked with him at all.