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]

[ 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.

[discernments]

[ She supports him and carefully leads him back towards the inn, if he doesn't try to stop her part of the way. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Once they approach the inn, he realizes what this is. This isn't her taking him somewhere for some purpose or task. This is her trying to haul his drunken ass home.

How embarrassing. ]

What the hell? Why are you even bothering?

[discernments]

It's better if you're sober.

[ It's said quite firmly. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ A mixture of shame and indignant anger curdles in his gut. Plus, also, you know. The requisite guilt of making someone he let get hurt having to carry his pathetic drunk ass around.

Which just makes the shame and the anger all the worse. ]

You don't know that! You don't even know me!