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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[evocationary]

I, uh... I really like that one that I just played. [ she purses her lips. ] Can't really remember why.

[ i love this because it's just an excuse for me to link my fave pieces but she hums, and then starts absently playing this, still with that sort of hesitance. she is actually really good, she's just rusty.

the weasel settles in a ball on the deer's back and proceeds to nap. ]

[antaressnipe]

[... Not to say that Chiron was particularly tense when entering the room, but hearing her play seems to soothe him. The deer finds a little corner, careful not to buckle the weasel, and lays down with her head pressed against the floor.

After a few moments of listening, Chiron turns to one of his baskets, stalls, and then finally pulls out an instrument, though at first he does nothing with it, just lets it sit in his hands]

[evocationary]

[ she's happy with that response, actually - for as much as lup is, sometimes, she really does like settling people with music.

when he pulls out his own instrument, her eyes light up a bit. she pauses in the middle of playing. ]

Oh - shit, yeah, do you wanna join in? Bet we can come up with something good. It's, uh, it's been a while since I've freestyled, but what the hell, right?

[antaressnipe]

[A pause. The deer gives a slight twitch as if anxious, but--]

Yes, I think I'd like that.

[Smiling over at Lup.]

Would you lead? I will ... join in at your pace.

[evocationary]

[ me like i'm going to make chiron play the game of thrones theme because it's the first thing that comes up on youtube

no, she plays this - obviously a lyre is not harp but close enough.

the weasel burrows a little, almost like a comforting sort of nuzzle. ]

[antaressnipe]

[THIS MUSIC IS SO PRETTY I'M SCREAMING--

Also one day make him play game of thrones, he won't laugh but I will.

And it seems that Chiron is quite skilled in intuitively picking up his side of the music, focused on complementing Lup's melody rather than overwhelming it with the lyre's more rustic style. He keeps tempo with her until the song comes to an end, grinning faintly in her direction.

His deer has settled again]

I feel we have been robbed of your music for too long. If only there had been a violin in the emporium all this time.

[evocationary]

[ ISN'T IT god

his grin makes her grin, and she wanders closer, still holding her violin. ]

I missed it. It's been, uh... I don't know, a long time. [ ... ] Maybe I'll just steal it and take it with me.

[antaressnipe]

... Mm, well.

[rubbing his chin]

If it were to suddenly go missing, I would not know where it went. So I see no problem with this.

[Said with a smile. He does not See.]

[evocationary]

[ she grins a little at that ]

Ooh, a rebellious streak! Look at you.

No, no, you're right. If it goes missing, we'll just be out of luck until I mysteriously acquire another violin.

[antaressnipe]

Well, this theoretical violin would certainly see more use in your hands than alone in this room.

[What good is upholding what it right and wrong when it leads to decay?

... Okay that is perhaps too heavy a thought for a violin thread but THE POINT STILL STANDS]

Should you take it with you, I would be honored to play with you again.

[evocationary]

We can make a thing out of it, for sure.

[ she brings it back up, absently playing a few notes. ]

There's magic in music. I missed it.

[antaressnipe]

[... Looking down at his lyre settled in his lap, and he mimics her, plucking out a few notes.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he nods in agreement]

Yes. There is.

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...

Mmm. He what? A shake of his head]

Yes, let us make this at least a weekly occurrence. Our music brings me peace.

[evocationary]

[ haha hate that ]

I'm glad. [ ... ] You, uh. You good?