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WEEK SIX: MINGLE

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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[ Dorothy is bleeding from the head but she's got it wrapped, it's fine. ]

The bar is low.

[ Welcome to the shooting gallery! It's one of those stalls with the little ducks moving around in multiple rows you have to shoot in a specific spot to win a prize. Manning the station is a man with an eyepatch and a terrible half-goatee who looks... stoned... out of his mind.

According to both a written board and the general display, there are numerous prizes to win here, varying from toys to plushies and including the mysterious number one prize of something simply called...

"A CLUE".

Hm.

The man looks at them with a blank smile. ]

Step right up. Shoot 'em little ducks and win a prize, brah. [ his eye flit over to emet and the girls ] Wanna win one for your little daughter or your wife?

[why are there always men with eyepatches to make his life harder.

anyway, he gives the man a flat look.]

Just hand over the gun... 'brah'. [under his breath:] Whatever that is supposed to mean.

[fine, he will help shoot some ducks. do they have to take turns or are there multiple players at a time, because if there are multiple, he's gesturing for either ange or dorothy to assist.]

Will you two manage well enough?

Um... We will give it our best shot. Please do not worry about us.

[Ange is holding that gun as if she has never seen one before, yikes.]

I've seen people duel, so it ought not to be much more difficult?

[ She is at least holding a gun like she knows which end is which ]

[ There's three spots. This is a big shooting range game, because, why not. All three of them have to win together, though! Horrible. The dude laughs as he hands them the gun ]

Awright now... Prize is cumulative. You gotta win a couple rounds first. Make sure you hit the target on the ducky.

[ he is explaining this like they are particularly stupid children. he moves to the side and starts the ducks! he doesn't seem opposed to talking as they play, though.

this song plays. ]

[oh cool, he was already down to shoot these ducks but the music inspires even more ire against these innocent little duck targets. now he REALLY wants to get this over with.

he'll help adjust ange's hold on the gun first, though.]

Here. Like this-- aiming will simply take adjustment, but maintain your form.

[dorothy can get assistance if she needs it, but at least she can hold it, so she gets a pass.

anyway! after that... time to test out how well this gun works, firing at one of the duck targets.]

Right... thank you.

[Thanks, new dad!! Ange allows him to adjust it, and then takes awkward, careful aim with her one good arm.

It's pretty pitiful looking.

And then she fires! It looks... accidentally weirdly on target, but who knows what shenanigans will happen here.]

[ Dorothy will take a deep breath and also try for a shot.

It's not the cleanest shot. But it also looks like she aimed in the approximate direction??

Also this song is stupid. ]

[ The guns work fine! Great, even. The sight even lines up to the shot, which is not always true in these rigged carnival games. Could this be easy?

No because it turns out the cardboard duckies can apparently bend and dodge out of the way. Which they do. Thrice. WHAT. ]

Aw, man... They heard you coming. [ the attendant says, taking a hit of his blunt. ] First time on the hunt? You gotta sneak on 'em.

[ WHY IS THIS A HUNTING GAME NOW ]

You have to-- very well. Why would it not be this way.

[a huff of a sigh.]

If either of you require assistance holding your weapon, do tell me. I can aim with one hand if need be.

[this time, he's trying to aim a little to one side of a duck, seeing if he can catch it dodging with a quick second shot.]

[whispers WHAT.....

Ange just blinks slowly... and then looks at the ducks, and then back at her gun...

And then she shrugs a little and crouches behind the base of the stall so she can try to sneakily fire from behind it, carefully raising only her gun above the counter, where the duck can maybe not see her. This is ridiculous but it may as well be like this.]

I'll let you know if we're still struggling.

[ as she-- turns, as if to leave, whistling innocently.

But then fires off a shot over her shoulder.

It looks ridiculous. ]

[ Emet is not going near ridiculous trick shot enough for the ducks, and so he misses as the duck he was aiming at flies away, though Dorothy and Ange take theirs by surprise! The dude claps. ]

The little ladies are alright at this, yeah! You got enough points for a prize.

[ he

hands over a tiny keychain of a duck ]

[he's never going to look at a duck again without wanting to shoot it, i swear.

emet huffs out an irritated little sigh and just makes like he's setting the gun down, thoroughly done with this shit...

then he's squeezing the trigger to fire at one of the ducks at the last second. definitely not done. duck you, fucks.

my phone did this and you know what? I'm leaving it.]

[...Well.

While he is doing that, Ange accepts the keychain.

Because someone's gotta.]

Um, thank you, Mister.

How many points do we have to get to get the clue...?

[ Dorothy just gently, tenderly--

Pats Emet-Selch on the back while she waits for an answer. ]

It's all right. Ducks can be scoundrels, sometimes.

[ his new shot hits! congrats on ducking some fucks, emet. the dude looks at the list of seemingly unending prizes ]

Don't reckon I know. No one's ever tried to win a clue. Usually they go for the big duck plushie, gets all the girls and guys happy. Real fluffy. I'll let you touch it if you wanna test.

[ since emet got them another point, he is sliding them

an eraser ]

They certainly--

[kia I'm crying bc that means touching where his injury for this week is

so like

he's not doing shit this round because that's extremely painful actually, I'm so sorry about this but he is literally incapable of doing anything else for a minute!]

[Ange just looks at them as That Happens.

And then proceeds to focus on the task at hand. She takes the eraser too, thanks.]

...I think my friends might need to touch the duck first. To recover.

[...Anyway.]

How about three more points? Then can we have the clue?

[ Dorothy is going to apologize profusely after this.

But she also gets to feel exactly why he is incapable of doing anything else and you know? That's valid.

Ow.

Just let her slump against the booth instead of her crutches. Carry on. Sorry, buddy. ]

M-my... apologies.

[ the dude manning the station just kind of looks at emet and dorothy having a Moment blankly before handing them a giant fluffy duck plushie ]

Petting the duck usually helps people's depression here. [ that is not a depression, sir. though he looks at ange and laughs at her suggestion. not meanly? just. genuinely believing it to be a joke. ]

Good one. Getting a clue in here's got a high cost. Way higher than six little ducks. Lot better to keep to the ducks if you ask me.

[he is very seriously contemplating just threatening this man for the clue instead of dealing with these ducks.

he is also still in pain, though, so he just grits his teeth, exhaling heavily.]

--you were unaware.

[the giant duck is all dorothy's to pet. he's not fully recovered, but he is pinging off an abrupt shot at the ducks, hopefully surprising them once more while he seems mostly out of commission.]

Just-- continue, both of you.

[... ... .... Hm.

Okay.

Well.

Ange smiles sweetly at the attendant.]

Is there anything else we can-- [she fires off a sudden shot to try to surprise more ducks. Who's been teaching Ange to be sneaky]

--shoot that would be worth the right amount of points...? If "six little ducks" is not even close...

[They'll be here all day!!!]

[ Dorothy pets the duck. It's very soft. This makes things so much better and solidifies her resolve to Get This done.

So she sets the duck down. Delicately unbuttons the top two buttons of her tacky pineapple shirt and manages to seductively drape her broken leg on the front of the stall while breathing.

Seductively. ]

Sir. And your fine feathered friends, as well, did you happen to know I'm very interested in... [ She leans forward.

Seductively. ] ... challenges? Perhaps I might make it worth your while with an offer of my own...

[ Please just shoot the ducks, guys. Dorothy will offer herself as a distraction. ]

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