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

[reconnective]

Yup. Shaped like a duck, about this tall. [he holds up his hand to about donald-height.] It looked just like him, too. I'm still not sure how they managed that.

[at least sora's own castle is starting to take shape into a fortress.]

[robopriest]

...Your life is incredibly weird, you know that? With your...giant ducks.

[like. what the heck]

[reconnective]

Yeah, I got that. [he doesn't seem too fussed.] I think I would have found it weird myself if things were the other way around. It wasn't always this way.

[robopriest]

Really?

[That last statement surprises him.]

What was it like before?

[reconnective]

Sort of like this. [he grins before he nods toward the beach and the gentle waves of the ocean.] Our island's small and quiet. The kind of place where everybody knows everybody and you can trust people to look out for each other. Nothing really exciting ever happened there for the longest time. We'd go to school and then we'd go back to our own kids' island to play until the sun set, or even after that. It was always bright enough because the stars weren't blocked by clouds or anything.

The only adventures we had were ones we made up ourselves, but we never left until that day.