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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[stillnot]

If none of us can play, that's probably our best option. Too bad Lup's not here...

[ Lup at least knows AN instrument. but uhhh hm. what's going on with that recorder...?

clem lets go of the gong. there are now just intermittent random gongs. ]

[showyourself]

I have no idea how it would make them feel, but we've got to do something...!

[elsa gives up entirely on the xylophone. memory.midi intensifies.]

If you asked me, I could probably play a bukkehorn, but that's about it!

[sacredchants]

[ yeah that's fine and good but.

um. ]

....it doesn't seem to be working.

[stillnot]

So we have out of tune instruments that we can't play or record.

[ ....... ]

[showyourself]

Okay, well... that's fine. We can solve this.

[elsa doesn't want to be here anymore. the instruments are just. randomly playing now.

she goes over to the recorder, gives it a stern look.

and kicks it.]

There.

Now try.

[sacredchants]

[ you know?

she hadn't expected elsa to kick it but you know what? she's not going to complain especially when it looks like it's starting to record? the wheels are spinning at least. ]

...I think it's working now. We should test it to make sure.

[stillnot]

[ there is such a nightmare mix of instruments playing at random right now. a recorder starts playing my heart will go on badly. from underneath a pile of instrument cases. ]

I'm starting to think we could do better.

[showyourself]

[this is absolutely the worst.]

You know what? You know what, Clementine? I absolutely agree.

Everyone pick an instrument and just... try. It can not be worse than this.

[elsa's got a tambourine now

she's just going AT it.]

[sacredchants]

[ this must sound so bad. just.

so.

bad. ]

We really can't be worse than this.

[ cue izumo following elsa's lead and finding a ukulele to randomly strum. it's fine? totally fine. they're just making noise... but what is music but appealing noise? ]

[stillnot]

[ clem starts tapping piano keys at random.



they still aren't tuned. ]

[showyourself]

[it's absolutely cacophonous.

a cello, still very out of tune, begins playing its own unique song. it screeches helpfully as it reaches the pinnacle of its

the recorder light blinks eagerly. it's getting all of this. people will dance to this. people will live and die to this. this is hell. this is the expiration date of the universe. somewhere in the background, a vuvuzela makes itself known.

hhhhhooonnkkkkkkpppfffhhhtphbbbtbtbtt]

[sacredchants]

[ no.

i've been proven wrong. it can and has gotten worse than any human being could imagine (btw do NOT open up all of the videos at once and play them for the irl effect of it. IT'S MISERABLE), which is to say that izumo has a low threshold for dealing with all of this.

a. very.

low...threshold.


in that she's now making use of the ukulele as a bat and knocking the shit out of the vuvuzela (WHY WAS IT EVEN HERE) into the wall with the hopes that it STOPS and then stepping on the recorder with the hopes IT ALSO STOPS. if she's yelling anything lord knows if that's even heard and all the while...this is being recorded.

IZUMO: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINES INSTRUMENTS. ]

[stillnot]

[ clementine pauses to observe momentarily





then joins in smashing stuff. that seems fun. ]