WEEK FIVE: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK FIVE: MINGLE (29 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, Alyssa, Hikaru, and Bucky'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. On that note, if your character did not stay, please make sure to check your notifs. Once again, participants may find that they have difficulty recalling complete details of the past weeks. Finally, participants will find that they now have another pet to take care of. Small creatures (based on any animal of player choice, real or mythical) will be following them around all week. However, these creatures are emotionally tied to their participant, so whatever the person they are connected to is feeling, they will outwardly display it. Angry? They will be hostile. Happy? So are they! Even more, they will react to other participants based on how theirs feels about the other. Anyone their participant loves, they will also love. Hope you don't secretly hate anyone, that might be awkward.

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Comments

[dawnblushed]

one;

[perhaps predictably, yona has a sword. she's standing by the entrance to the blacksmith, doing a few practice strikes. it's been a while since she's been able to do this! refreshing. a small crimson dragon (shaped like these, but much tinier) is coiled up and watching her.

anyway, when someone approaches, she will very responsibly stop swinging her sword, but she'll gesture at the blacksmith's door.]

Do you know how to use a sword?

two;

[she's in the woods! she appears to have come out here for a picnic, actually - she's got some food and drink spread out in front of her. but she's not eating.

instead, she seems to be engaged in... a staring contest? the other participants: her small crimson dragon, sir pent, and a tiny... raptor? they're all just sort of. staring at each other.

there's a dessert in between the four of them. it appears to be the last one.

this is stupid.]

three;

[this is the obligatory spa prompt.

she's pretty used to makeup and skincare and so on! but some of these products are new to her. so, what better way to get used to them than to play around with them? when someone enters the room, she smiles and holds up some product or another. (it'll be a different product for each tag-in.)]

Want to help me try these out?

[her tiny crimson dragon blinks up at the newcomer. watching. waiting.]

wildcard;

[if none of the above works, hit me with anything! i'm also open for pcs if you want - grab me on disco or hit me up at bloodthirstiest!]

one.

[lecarre]

[The dragon... Ange stares at it with rapt attention, because that... is a dragon. It's a dragon!! And it's so cute!!

But also then she processes what else is happening here, and hold up her hands sheepishly, shaking her head.

The turtledove on the top of her head coos in disdain at Ange moving it when it is so peacefully nesting.]

Oh, no, not me...! But somehow, I am not surprised you can use one as well as a bow, Miss Yona!

[You're so medieval.]

[dawnblushed]

[The dragon looks over at Ange and ... smiles? But like. It has really sharp teeth, so that's probably not as cute as it would be normally.]

Do you want to learn?

[Ange won't get her hand chopped off, promise!

Unless you want her to.]

[lecarre]

[Britt still looking for blood. I might come back to her hand getting chopped off--

Anyway Ange... is still distracted by the dragon. It has... such sharp teeth.]

... Um. I'm sorry, did... did you say something...?

one!

[dianxias]

[ sparkles ]

I'm sure it would not surprise you at all if I said that I do. Miss Yona, I knew that you were capable with a bow, but how are your sword skills?

[dawnblushed]

I'm not as good with the sword as I am with the bow, but I've improved a lot since I started learning.

[so!]

I haven't been able to practice much since we got here, though. My sword didn't come with me. Would you like to spar?

[dianxias]

I'd love to.

It seems we're making quite a habit of this, aren't we? [ xie lian laughs, as he steps up to the blacksmith's wall and takes a look at all the different kind of blades. this is paradise. ]

Is there a particular style of blade you like to use? I can match you.

two.

[chanteuser]

[ a little blue bird swoops in, and lands in the middle of this mess, turning into a cat.

he also joins the staring contest.

alex is not far behind him. ]

... Um. Are we interrupting something?

[dawnblushed]

[without blinking or looking away, yona continues to stare. the cat is welcome to join the competition.

(she doesn't realize that snakes don't have eyelids, so sir pent has an unfair advantage, here.)]

We all tried to eat the last dessert at the same time. We're having a contest to decide who gets to eat it.

[chanteuser]

[ alex doesn’t know either, so she can’t tip her off. ]

... How do you know when someone’s won...?

[




well they might find out, because alex’s t-rex comes running up behind her. she doesn’t stop, she keeps running. her goal is the dessert. think fast, yona. ]

one

[antaressnipe]

[...]

Mm. Perhaps.

[Head tilted as he watches her]

Your strikes were quite impressive, Yona.

[dawnblushed]

[Perhaps, huh...]

I'm sort of out of practice - my sword didn't come with me, so the best I've been able to do is try to practice swings with a stick. It's not the same thing at all.

[...she offers the sword to him!]

Do you want to try?

[antaressnipe]

Ah -- thank you.

[He will take it by the hilt, and the manner in which he wields it ...

A flick of his wrist, and he twirls it, and his eyebrows crawl up as it lands safely in his palm. Huh]

... So, what should I do first then, Yona?

one

[stillnot]

[ clementine has... a small hedgehog sitting on top of her hat. don't worry about it. (she's worried about it. when she shakes her head no, it's very slow and careful so that it doesn't fall. ) ]

Nope. I'm used to knives, but not swords.

i will slaughter gmail.

[dawnblushed]

[ohhh... what a cute hedgehog]

Do you want to try? Maybe we can start with a shorter sword, since it'll be more similar to a knife...

[stillnot]

I don't want to hurt you on accident.

[ she's pretty confident in her short-range fighting, because. well. zombies. ]

one.

[exercisms]

[Shaking his head.]

Is it dangerous?

[He looks kind of interested.]

[dawnblushed]

...probably a little, but we can be very careful.

[Oh No.]

[exercisms]

[Yona's gonna murder him right here on the mingle.

It's clear a little heavy for him.]

Yes, I'll be careful.

[Trying to lift it up so he can point it at her.]

two

[misstrust]

... Am I missing something?

[ Dorothy's looking between all of them, followed by a rather spirited-looking horse.

A small one, of course. ]

[dawnblushed]

[Yona keeps staring at her animal companions, looking intent.]

We're having a contest to decide who gets the last dessert.

one

[reconnective]

[he holds up his sword :D]

I think I know a thing or two, yeah.

[dawnblushed]

[yona looks delighted]

Want to practice?

three

[discernments]

[ Jeanne is not used to makeup or skincare, but she at least know what they are.

It's with great interest that she peers at whatever Yona is holding. ]

I'd be glad to. Although, um, I haven't used these kinds of things of often before...

[ If her sheepish expression didn't make it clear, the way the Gallic rooster at her side does by seeming a little confused. ]

[dawnblushed]

[She's got... spins wheel... a very nice vanilla-scented face mask! They'll need to spread the goop onto their faces before peeling it away, but it's fine.]

This softens your skin and smells really nice. Here, sit down and pull your hair out of your face; I'll put it on for you.