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]

[Why do these very innocent, adorable young children keep tagging in when Blanca is in a speedo. I have made a grave mistake for my shitpost. Thankfully, Ange is very gay.

ALSO, HE IS YET AGAIN CONCERNED FOR ANGE.]

One or two. What's your favorite color, Miss Ange?

[lecarre]

[Yeah she doesn't even notice, it's fine.

Also she just blinks at that, tilting her head.]

My favorite...? I suppose that would be blue! Why do you ask?

[papasha]

[Wow.... Angetine real. Both like blue.]

All right. Blue it is then. One moment.

[He puts the goggles and snorkel back on, and

there he goes, back down into the water. Be right back.]

[lecarre]

[...?????

Ange blinks as he goes, but she just shrugs a little and settles back on the beach to wait.

she trusts Blanca to probably not drown.]

[papasha]

[He just sinks right to the bottom with his big, stupid himbo body. But no, he resurfaces after a few moments with something in hand.

The snorkel and goggles go up to rest on his head, and he starts heading inland.]

Ever been to the ocean, Miss Ange?

[lecarre]

Oh, no, I haven't... though, um, I suppose now I have?

[She tilts her head a little, watching him go. Look at that himbo go.]

It is beautiful, isn't it?

[papasha]

It is. I'm glad you get to see it. The beach is one of my favorite places. Warm and salty.

[When he gets to her, he turns his hand over and opens it. There's a little slightly blue and white conch shell.]

[lecarre]

[!!!

Ange gasps, her eye wide and expression bright.]

Oh...! Is this for me?