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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[axecessory]

[ she's probably got some disgusting cotton candy or something that she's eating to avoid smelling all the gross, cheap smoke in here. she gives them a look. ]

The ol' what?

[retellers]

[ The pool hall is filled with smoke of both the cannabis and nicotine variety and smells of alcohol. What is probably more concerning is that the people partaking in all of this mostly seem to be... children?

Children making a mess of the place, since the ones who aren't relaxing and drinking a beer or playing pool seem to be determined to break shit behind the bar or just, around, generally. They are causing a ruckus.

What's with this game and alcoholic kids. ]

[uhhhmagic]

Oh boy. I don't like this one. Can-- Can we switch? Is it too late?

[THIS IS TERRIBLE. Just. Going to the bar?]

[evocationary]

[ why - why. how old are these alcoholic children.

lup glares at a child that may or may not be looking at her funnel cake. ]

Mine. Go get your own.

[axecessory]

[ this does not seem a family-friendly environment. however, hilda is not taking it upon herself to babysit these children? she is just going to nonchalantly back away. ]

Maybe if we move really slowly they won't see us...

[retellers]

[ A child is hanging from the light on the ceiling and screaming "woohoo". How did he get up there? No one knows. Most of these kids look about ten at most.

Taako goes to the bar and one of the kids, wearing a jaunty little hat and pouring beer for his fellow gang members. I mean school children. He tips his hat at Taako and asks him what he wants. At least he sort of has manners even if he's... letting kids drink...

A younger kid was absolutely eying Lup's funnel cake and at the warning stretches out a hand to snatch it instead of listening.

Meanwhile, Hilda should be careful backing away, because these kids have made a mess. There is a pool ball on the floor right where she's backing away... ]

[uhhhmagic]

[genuinely don't know what the goal in here is gonna be, but you know what. Leaning into it. Leaning into the spin. Taako just moseys up to the bar, leans his elbows on it and hums while he thinks it over.]

Oh, uh, sure, Small Barkeep, I'll take, uh, some of your finest weed, please. Your best marijuana. And then I'll be out of your . . . deal here. What is the deal here? Just curious.

[evocationary]

[ well, this is starting out great, because lup immediately slaps the kid's hand and shoves the whole kid away from her food. ]

Hands off, Huckleberry! [ don't make her throw down with a ten year old ]

[axecessory]

[ well. she's going to let out a little yelp as the pool ball rolls out from under her foot, grabbing onto the nearest thing around her, which is lup. ]

[retellers]

[ Hilda eats shit, grabbing onto Lup who also eats shit, which lets the small child she pushed away sneak back to grab her funnel cake and book it. Multiple children laugh at them, some of them while smoking cigars.

Meanwhile, Taako is talking to mini-bartender. ]

Innit obvious? [ there is no placing that accent on this small child, who takes a swing of a beer he was giving to another one. irish? english? new yorker??? what the fuck. ] We're adult free, mate! Skippin' school and skippin' chores and plain ol' enjoyin' ourselves round 'ere with no stuffy rules to bother us.

[uhhhmagic]

[You know like in sitcoms where someone is having a normal calm conversation and in the background there's just totally unhinged chaos unfolding behind them? This is that. Just ignoring Hilda and Lup fiasco behind him.]

Oh, yes, I see that, wonderful! Wonderful stuff. I totally get it, I myself am a dude fond of rule eschewment too if you while, but also, why? Is why the question-- Yeah, I think I'm gonna go with . . . why?

[evocationary]

[ well, there they go

lup shrieks and they both go tumbling off down to the floor. lup bleeds everywhere because she has a stab wound in her back, like, rip hilda.

she glares at the children who laugh. ]

Don't laugh, or you're grounded forever. [ she tells the closest one. ]

[axecessory]

[ cool, great. now they are covered in blood and whatever is inevitably making the floor sticky in this shady pool hall for 12 year olds.

she frowns deeply as she wobbles up to her feet. ]

That's right! Don't make us go find your parents.

[retellers]

[ the children's laughter turns into an uproar like lup and hilda are doing a stand up routine at them being grounded or their parents being called. they do not otherwise answer, but that's fine, the mocking is enough. they are even pointing as they laugh. 8 year old children are the meanest people on earth. the child who stole lup's funnel cake is eating it with their bare hands, shoveling it in their mouth

the bartender also laughs at taako ]

Why? Whaddya mean, why? Why wouldn't we do what we want when there's no adults to tell us what to do? Being good is boring and no fun! Here, we're free!

[ in this singular pool hall. ]

[uhhhmagic]

Okay. Sure.

[Tapping his fingers on the bar. The children shriek and drink and eat stolen funnel cake. Lup bleeds.]

So any ETA on that weed or . . . ?

[evocationary]

[ ... her eye twitches.

she pulls herself to her feet - and also offers hilda hand up? wow? she's a gentlewoman. anyway after she does that she goes to the closest child to pick them up like one might pick up a misbehaving cat, and heads towards the door to toss the kid out of the pool hall? grounded. all of you are grounded, none of you are free from sin.

you'd think like, one of these three would be concerned that the children are smoking and drinking, and yet ]

[axecessory]

[ wow, children are little sociopaths. when this pool hall inevitably catches fire they'll wish they were nice to their mini-event group.

for now she just takes lup's hand with a quick smile before giving the other kids a stern look, as though to discourage them from trying to save this punkass friend. at five feet tall she cuts an imposing figure. ]

[retellers]

[ The bartender shrugs and hangs taako a big ol' bucket of weed. why. why's it in a bucket. ]

Have at it, mate! I don't work here.

[ he takes a handful for himself and starts rolling some joints.

The child that Lup has picked up, meanwhile, is screeching bloody murder? The other kids are not trying to save him at all, Hilda's imposing figure or not, and have simply moved on to laughing at him before scampering off. SHE CAN'T CATCH ALL OF THEM. One of the kid does however boo both of them. ]

Go home to your jobs, boomer! Go get paid inadequately for a job you're overqualified for!

[ this kid might be mixing up his generations. ]

[uhhhmagic]

[Yup! TAKING THE BUCKET. NOT QUESTIONING IT IN THE SLIGHTEST.

He finally turns around to Lup holding a kid, Hilda trying to intimidate children and a lot of screaming and scampering rascals]

You guys! This place rules! I got a bucket of weed!

[evocationary]

[ she just tosses the kid out on his ass and slams the door shut. to the boomer kid: ]

If you're going to insult me, at least do it correctly, you Gen Z, Lost Boy wannabe. [ :unamused: ] Fantasy Robin Williams would be ashamed of you.

[ ... also, she glances at taako. ] -- A bucket?

[axecessory]

[ this is chaos. Hilda looks exhausted enough by the children that she doesn't really run after them, just flicking the loud mouthed kid on the forehead. though speaking of robin williams, is there a leader of the pack? a rufio, so to speak. ]

Where did that come from?

[ whose weed are they stealing. ]

[retellers]

[ It's one of those massive buckets too. There's enough weed here to last Taako for months? And it was free? What a day.

The loud mouthed kid flips them off before running off to break something. Anyway, if they're looking for the kingpin of these children, they'll find him lounging sideways on a big fancy chair, smoking a cigar with a baseball cap pulled down to hide his face as he relaxes. There are empty bottles of beer next to him. Other children are bringing him stuff to break and/or telling him stories of them being terrible to try and impress him. ]

[uhhhmagic]

Oh, they gave it to me for free because I'm cool and not a terrible Boomer.

[Of any of them, Hilda is by far the least close to being a boomer, but that's fine. WHAT A DAY these kids rule actually

Taako will keep his bucket in his arms and go over to where the King Child is?]

Hey thug, what's up with you? We got like a quest item or something here?

[evocationary]

Oh, I don't know about that. You're the oldest, so that definitely makes you a Boomer?

[ lup: only the oldest when it benefits her

anyway she takes hilda by the hand because why not and leads her to join taako over to the King Child. she makes faces at any children who try to step up to her, do not mess

dryly, to hilda: ] It's like he wants us to get wrapped up in a fetch quest.

[axecessory]

[ Hilda does not know what a boomer is, but she is insulted all of the same. Taako is now a boomer. She has no problem holding Lup's hand because she is the cool twin, sighing. ]

All it took to win him over is a bucket of grass... Taako, I'm going to tell everyone you're nice to kids.