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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[antaressnipe]

[Well

that was a little uncalled for

but clearly hansa is not having a great time this week and it's why there's no hard feelings. llama jesus forgives you for your sins.

Also the llama... shakes its head. No, it doesn't need food right now, just for you to get your moody ass down here.]

[robopriest]

...

[It's...shaking its head. Wow. Smart llama.]

[Hansa heaves a sigh. THIS IS A DOG EAT DOG WORLD, LLAMA!! EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES!!!! But fine, he'll be nice.]

[He shifts on the branch, swinging his legs over, before he just jumps down onto the ground, turning to face this weird llama who won't leave him alone.]

What?

[antaressnipe]

[... Honestly, that's a good question.

Hansa is different in a way the llama wasn't anticipating, and it's about now it realizes that approaching him might lead to a very bad result. So...

It's going to bob its head a little, shuffle around to see if Hansa is injured anywhere? Perhaps keep its head down to look less threatening as it tries to get closer?

I mean, it's a llama. Chances are Hansa is not impressed regardless]

[robopriest]

[He sort of lifts up his hands, just looking very wary.]

I said I don't have food...

[But he's not injured! He's just regular old Hansa! Feral edition!]

[But after he realizes he's not going to get bitten, he just...reaches out a hand for the llama to sniff or whatever, his expression softening.]

Hey...did someone lose you? You're way too friendly...

[antaressnipe]

[Almost immediately the llama will back off a little upon seeing Hansa's wariness, but the offered hand will be bucked against -- less like a wild animal and more like a very friendly dog who wants to be pet, really.

Also, the irony of that question. It deliberates on what to respond with before... nodding its head.

Yep. Someone lost him. Maybe you should figure out who.]

[robopriest]

[He's kind of uncertain, but he....just moves to pet the llama very carefully over its head.]

...Okay.

[And he looks around to see if anyone is around. Nobody is here. Hansa huffs, before moving to the llama's side.]

What do you have on your back?

[antaressnipe]

[Baskets!

... Handwoven baskets, Hansa. C'mon, the llama is begging you to put two and two together, you've seen these baskets for the past month.

Though he is more than welcome to open them. He'll see everything from dried medicines and a device, and also a plush doll of a girl in a wheelchair]

[robopriest]

Wow, you're carrying a lot of stuff-

[And he sees the plush doll.]

[He takes it gently in his hands. He's seen this before, hasn't he? A Master. It's...the Master of...?]

[He snaps his head up. Wait.]

...............Archer?

[antaressnipe]

[Thank the stars, he's got it.

His short bob of a tail gives a faint wag of approval as he turns and looks at Hansa more fully.

Hello]

[robopriest]

...Aw, someone really cursed you to be a llama?

[He kind of looks very unamused, but now that he recognizes Chiron, he places the doll gently back in the baskets and goes over to gently place his hands on the other's face. He smiles, gently.]

You know, even like this...you really are cute, you know.

[antaressnipe]

[... Hansa, are you teasing him?

Chiron is begging you, don't tease him like this. This monday has been horrific and he's still not sure what's wrong with you!

Which is translated into llama speak with a rather disgruntled bray and Chiron ducking his head, then very gently headbutting Hansa's shoulder.]

[robopriest]

H-hey, hey, I meant it...

[And then a laugh - he moves to embrace the llama gently, patting him on his head.]

You know, I'm really glad its you. I would've eaten you, you know.

[HANSA]

[antaressnipe]

[HANSA

Chiron is concerned all over again.

The hug is fine, though, especially because it means he can be in Hansa's space and examine him a bit more closely. Somehow he manages to pull off a headtilt before trying to make a gesture at Hansa's eye...

Bro, what is up with that. What happened to your eyepatch...]

[robopriest]

What?

[He gazes down at him quizzically.]

What? Is there something with my eye? I woke up with a weird eyepatch on it, which makes no sense, because it works fine...

[antaressnipe]

[...

Right. Memory loss nonsense. That's all Chiron can assume. And because these conversations are doomed to be one-sided, he can't even ask what he'd like.

So after a pause he will try to make due by ... nudging at Hansa? In the direction of the village, as if hoping to lead him back to civilization.]

[robopriest]

...

[He looks in the direction of the village, and frowns.]

I don't want to go there. There's way too many people there. I'm more comfortable out here.

[antaressnipe]

[... Ah.

...

Well. There is no reason to overwhelm him, Chiron decides, and stops his fussing.

Instead he'll go over to the base of the tree that Hansa was hiding in, and lay down.

Apparently he will be staying here for some time as well.]

[robopriest]

[He follows after Chiron, and sits right up against him, letting his head rest against the llama with a low huff.]

I wonder how long you'll be a llama for. Hopefully it won't be a long time...

[antaressnipe]

[... y'know what, Chiron just realized they are in the forest.. which means he has the perfect blackboard to communicate, even if it will be messy and slow-going.

So sorry, Hansa, he will have to shift around a bit and thus doesn't make a great leaning post. With a nearby stick clutched in his mouth, Chiron will write in the dirt:]

H op eFul ly on lY a dA y

[robopriest]

[Oh, well, that's a way to communicate. He sits up to let Chiron move, before reading what he writes, which...is nice that Hansa knows how to read, even like this!]

I hope so too. [And he gently pets Chiron behind his llama ears. He's soft...] You don't deserve to be like this.

[antaressnipe]

[The fact that Chiron didn't even consider Hansa couldn't still read, smh

Also he actually loves the ear scritches, this is more soothing than it has any right to be, and he'll lean into the touch a bit before picking up his stick again]

IT is AlrI ghT

pR obaBly a r u Le

dI d yoU u sE an I teM toO ?

[robopriest]

I don't think its a rule. I think its an item.

[He says, thoughtful as he moves to scritch down Chiron's neck.]

I know because we all got one. Claude, Alphinaud, and me.

[Also not answering if he used an item or not. Hm.]

[antaressnipe]

[... His head slowly turns.

For the sake of their /wild hand gestures, he is going to assume Hansa was not the one who turned him into a llama

but he's staring all the same]

[robopriest]

Hm?

[And a beat.]

[He bursts out in laughter.]

No, its not me! I wouldn't do that to you! I haven't used mine yet-!

[antaressnipe]

[Mm, well. That at least narrows down his list then.

he will nod in acceptance of this fact, even if Hansa's amusement makes him want to gently headbutt him in revenge. listen, chiron is moodier than usual.

Though he will still write:]

goO d

i woU lD haVe sE eN hoW faR I coUl D thR oW Yo U in ThI s b oDY oTh Erw Ise