WEEK SIX: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK SIX: MINGLE (25 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, Elsa, Yona, Shigeo, and Fiora'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. Once again, participants may find that they have difficulty recalling complete details of the past weeks. Also, anyone who had been poisoned during trial will still be feeling sick! Haha! Finally, participants will find that they are now sporting a new injury. This injury is one that they received in their past, whether they remember it or not. No matter how fatal the injury is, participants won't die from it, and the pain they feel will be dulled down. However, if another participant touches someone's injury effect, even if it's covered, then they will both be hit with whatever pain that was felt when the injury was first inflicted. This pain will last ten seconds. The injury can also be as minor or major as desired.

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[papasha]

[Sorry about all the muscles. He's a jock. It doesn't even look like he has lost any mass since they first got here, hm. SOMEONE STOLE THE TOWELS? He can't cover up.

This is what happens.]

Well. Let's find where you belong then. [Hm. He peers at this llama.] I'm going to say some names, and you nod when I get the right one, okay?

[He cannot believe he's talking to a fucking llama.]

[antaressnipe]

[... Also nodding to this while not looking Blanca in the eye. The llama, it is intimidated by that rippling 8-pack. Maybe.]

[papasha]

[The llama might have an intimidating 8-pack, too, it's just covered by a lot of fur right now.]

All right. Hmm. Emet-Selch...? No, I don't think so. He'd definitely never ask for help. Hansa...? He may have tried to spit at me already to tease me.

Soo-won?

[antaressnipe]

[There is just no equivalent of amused agreement that is gonna come from a llama so it tries to keep from braying like a fool when Emet's name comes up, and then Hansa.

So easy enough to shake his head at all three names (SORRY WON, HOPE HE DIDN'T TANK YOUR CHANCES LATER)]

[papasha]

[Marie, why didn't you tell me I did not respond to this when I thought I had?

ALSO CHIRON STOP GETTING EXCITED ABOUT EMET AND HANSA]

None of those, hm? You're quite the mysterious llama, if I may say.

[antaressnipe]

[listen I thought you were rightfully sick of the llama, I would be 😌

ALSO LISTEN MAYBE IT LIKES THOSE NAMES, DO NOT JUDGE.

... it's still gonna tilt its head at Blanca as if encouraging him to guess more. Please sir, it is tired of everyone trying to put it back in the petting zoo.]

[papasha]

[STOP]

Let's see... Miss Ruler? No? Hmm. How about Sora? Not grumpy enough to be Zuko... I've recently seen Miss Lup.

Mister Xie, or Mister Hua perhaps...?

[antaressnipe]

[sir how can you be so wrong so many times in a row--

And yet the llama just brays out a sigh, deciding it might as well get comfortable if it's gonna be here a while. There's another shake of its head -- try again, buddy.

Whomst is the calmest in all the Realm and probably couldn'tbe bothered to be overly freaked out by a new body]

[papasha]

[Listen. Cut him some slack here. He's an old man in a memloss game.]

None of those either, huh? I can't believe I'm unable to guess who you may be. [All right, now it just sounds like Blanca is pulling one of Chiron's hooves.] My--you couldn't be...? It isn't possible.

The great Archer?

[antaressnipe]

[...

He is so tired and does not deserve this.

He's gonna lean forward, just an inch--

And then blare some unholy llama cry right in Blanca's ear]

[papasha]

[WHAT THE HECK, CHIRON!!!

Blanca makes a face, both startled and pained, and quickly reaches up to cover his ears with the flat of his hands.]

I beg your pardon!