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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Comments

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron will yeet himself off something tall if it's not one of the shorter ones

because I yearn for his death but this game keeps pushing him to embrace an eternal dirt nap.

But he can't have his daughter thinking he's a sad sack (even if he is this one time) and so he will bring his head back up, trying to reorient himself. It's fine, he's fine! She knows who he is and so will gently headbutt her

partly in apology for scaring her this morning]

[infreefall]

[ oh! she allows this, and pats him... where she can reach, i guess? he's a tall llama, probably. ]

It's okay. We'll figure it out. Maybe we can make you some signs so you can talk to people? Just basic stuff like - your name, yes, no? Hm, what other things would you need...

[antaressnipe]

[Someone please get Chiron a collar and a tag, I'm begging.

And yes, because he's still easily six feet even in llama form, he will bend down so she can pat. of all the things to be upset by, being cuddled like an animal is not on the list.

He gives a nod at the mention of a sign, at least, and... hm. what else would he need.

honestly he'll have to eat at some point... and conveys this by nibbling gently on her sleeve?

Food. feed him. feed your dad]

[infreefall]

...Oh! Are you hungry? We can make a card for that, too.

[ there's one small problem with that, though. ]

What... do llamas eat? Grass? Hay?