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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[misstrust]

[ Sure hope Rufus isn't dying out there in the garden-- ]

I'm not trying to do anything... is the point, I think.

[ It's fine, it will look like Something. At least it doesn't look like the paper threw up its nonexistent insides, like the pile of failed attempts off to her left. ]

[soulus]

[It was just a sneeze.

Rufus picks a cluster of pink flowers before moving to the nearest purple patch. Mid stride, he sneezes—as does the wolf—and looks down at the flowers with suspicion.]

[infreefall]

Hmm... Maybe that's true for all of it. Maybe we just have to go for it.

[ so she starts chipping at the ice. there is no shape to it yet, but now there are ice shards on the floor. making decorations is so messy? ]

[misstrust]

[ THEY'RE DOING GREAT. Shreds of paper, ice shards, the lot of it.

Rufus is faring better. Probably. ]

Exactly! [ With a laugh. ] If nothing else, we will have succeeded in making decorations, just... in our own way.

[soulus]

[Rufus sets the flowers down on the nearest surface—another bush—and picks the purple batch. This time, he frowns before losing to the bodily compulsion for another sneeze. A low growl rumbles in the wolf's throat.]

[infreefall]

Yeah! We're getting creative! And there's no rules saying what the decorations have to be, anyway.

[ except the ice sculpture.

chip, chip. ]

[misstrust]

[ This ice sculpture is going to be called Ochako Tried, isn't it--

Still, Dorothy keeps up with actively trying to make the worst thing ever and the scissors keep stopping her from failing, which gives her the time to glance up and frown thoughtfully. ]

... Do you think Rufus is all right? I can't quite remember if there were even purple flowers out there, now that I think about it.

[soulus]

[Elsewhere, Rufus sneezes yet again.

He clenches the collective stems of white flowers in his fist, ignoring the jolt of pain that runs up his arm. The wolf huffs, but stops growling. He collects the flowers he's previously picked and makes his way back to the castle.]

[infreefall]

[ yeah it is, because she never pretended to be an artist. there is just a vaguely rounded shape starting to happen here. ]

Oh, yeah, it should be fine. I was out there earlier, and there's plenty of purple flowers. It shouldn't be a problem to find enough for a party.

[misstrust]

Then I'll leave it to him. Regardless of our own success, flowers should be fine for any party.

[ You can't fuck up flowers!! ]

[soulus]

[Eventually, Rufus is led back to the group by the wolf, who serves as his eyes while the substantial amount of flowers in his arms hides his entire upper body. He also uses the shadows in his periphery to guide himself to a stop in front of Dorothy and Ochako.]

. . . Will these suffice?

[The wolf's nose scrunches.]

[infreefall]

[ ! ]

You brought so many! Thanks, Wilde-san, they're perfect!

[ she abandons the ice almost immediately. ]

What do you guys think we should do with them - centerpieces, or wall decorations?

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy also moves, carefully, to help take some of those flowers so Rufus can actually see where he's going. ]

Thanks, Rufus-- and I don't see why we can't do both.

[ But then her nose wrinkles and she has to muffle a sneeze into her sleeve.

Hm. ]

[soulus]

[Now that he can see, Rufus promptly deposits the flowers on the table and turns away to sneeze into his shoulder. The wolf does the same, then huffs in annoyance. Finally, he can breathe.

When in doubt, do both.]

How are the rest of the decorations coming along?

[infreefall]

[ looking away from the, uh... avant-garde ice sculpture ]

We're i- [ hm? ] We're im-

[ she turns away from all of them really fast to sneeze. ]

...Improvising.

[misstrust]

[ In response, Dorothy holds up the paper she's been trying to butcher as she sets the flowers down.

Well, now it looks like garlands, so hey. Ignore the reject pile.

But also she's then sneezing consecutively three times in a row, and just kind of... doubling over to clutch at her stomach as the horse very quickly trots over to join the sneezing choir.

Hm. ]

[soulus]

[He picks up the flowers Dorothy set down, moves them closer to his pile, and takes that farther down the table away from them. He sneezes before rejoining them.]

It's the flowers.

[infreefall]

That's weird. I've never really had allergies before.

[ magical allergies... weird. ]

We've got some ribbon, right? We can use it to make bouquets!

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy just kind of makes a strained noise in agreement.

Yes, she's agreeing. Just also in pain, so she may give the flowers a wide berth. ]

[soulus]

We can do that later.

[Let Dorothy recover first.]

You mentioned improvisations.