WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE (21 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. As usual, the participants will find that their lodgings have changed, and should anyone check their PHS, Chiron, Ochako, Soo-won, and Dorothy's profiles have been removed. They may also find that they have difficulty recalling complete details of the past weeks. Furthermore, it looks as though the rules have updated. Not everything is the same as the previous pattern, though. The barrier to the north is back up, and once more, what lies beyond is an empty field. In contrast, however, participants may notice that they can finally access a place they haven't been able to before... Additionally, it looks like the Leaders aren't around. No matter where the participants look, they're nowhere to be found. Should anyone try calling for them in the Planetarium, there will be no response—not even a message telling the participant that they're busy. Finally, everything around the participants begins to... glitch? Buildings may suddenly blink out of existence and then back in, random items like chairs or cups may suddenly distort even while they're being used, and looking at any particular thing for too long may give someone a headache. It's worse than it was that one week, though: participants will find that it's happening to themselves as well. Body parts might suddenly glitch out of existence then back in, and there will be a shot of pain when it occurs. It'll happen randomly, but it also seems to occur more often if they're touching something or another person.

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[discernments]

[ Ange is valid.

It's one thing to change into these outfits to perform on stage. Jeanne can divorce her mortification from the need to perform a role, but going around in these outfits............................ like some (not so) normal people..................

It's not even summer.

She's crying deeply inside.

It doesn't show on her face outside a very light blush. This is fine.

Okay!!!! ]

Hopefully, we'll run into her soon, if everyone around the stage looked that frustrated.

[ She points in a direction. ]

Shall we go that way?

[retellers]

[ Assuming they go that way, they'll see a whole lot of nothing for a while.




Sort of. The same blue haired woman can be seen, although the other one is no longer with her. She seems to be talking to someone who she's blocking from view. ]

[axecessory]

[ our saint is so cute. anyway she will comfort jeanne's delicate sensibilities by holding her hand as they walk for a pointlessly long time. hilda's starting to feel impatient when she spots that lady again.

this has to be who they're looking for, right? she feels like she should know who she is—as though she's important somehow. ]

Hey—you! Wait up!

[ she's going to approach them... who's there? ]

[discernments]

[ our what?

Jeanne doesn't mind handholds, and at least she has stamina to spare so the long walk doesn't bother her. While she isn't sure it's a good thing they're seeing Byleth again, she thinks it's a step in the right direction.

Jeanne tries to look around the blue haired woman to see who she's blocking.

Hello? Can they eavesdrop? Jeanne wouldn't try to eavesdrop, but can they eavesdrop even though Hilda just called out to them?

Are those two the only people around? ]

[retellers]

[ Well! On closer inspection, Jeanne will recognize the second person! As... well, an older version of a king she met once. Everyone else seems to be just random people walking by.

If they try to get close, they'll hear them talking about an event. Byleth seems to be explaining some problems while the other girl looks more and more mad about it. ]

[chanteuser]

[ well alex is cold now. stuck in a bunny girl outfit, in the middle of a weird city, trying to eavesdrop on a woman who interrupted their impromptu concert. what a great day. ]

An event?

[ wasn't this thing they just sang in an event? how many events does byleth need? ]

[lecarre]

[Ange is starting to get the feeling that the stuff they're dealing with here is not yet world-changing.

It's fine but it means she's a little bit less on edge.

Anyway the eavesdropping life is fine by her. What kind of problems are we talking about here?]

[axecessory]

[ at least performances aren't likely to get them killed...(?) things are weird but not so dire, yet.

(except where is their leader?)

guess they're all listening in, but between the weird costumes and the fact that there's four of them, they'll probably get noticed soon enough. ]

[discernments]

[ Why is she recognizing so many people? People who should probably be dead.

(Jeanne, you have been dead for 500 years.)

She keeps her voice hushed. ]

... I have seen enough people from my memories, so the rest of you should be wary about who we may yet to see.

[ Guess they're going to continue to eavesdrop if they don't get noticed. ]

[retellers]

[ It sounds like they're discussing how the star of their act has gone missing and now they need a replacement band? Weird, thought that problem was solved already! Byleth pauses, noticing them, and pointing them out. The other girl approaches. ]

Hey. You guys look weird enough, would you like to perform?

[ Didn't they already perform? Hm. ]

[chanteuser]

...

[ um. ]

We already did. You spoke to us earlier...?

[ ... is this some sort of time travel...? ] Wait-- who is it that's missing?

[lecarre]

[no time loops pls no time loops.

Ange doesn't have time for this!!]

Yes, please tell us who is missing. Perhaps we can help find them....!

[...]

We are actually a traveling detective group. [ange...]

[axecessory]

[ she's about to ask jeanne what she means, but—

ange why is everything you say a lie. anyway there is definitely something going on here, and it looks like they're just going to end up in the same place...

is this how they avoid repeating the past? whatever, worth a shot. ]

That's right! Our costumes are actually disguises for when we're on a case.

[discernments]

[ this is a time loop, isn't it.

Jeanne.... decides to go along with the lies. It's fine. ]

It helps us blend in.

[ does that even make sense ]

[retellers]

Spies?

[ Byleth doesn't look like she believes it? She's just staring at Hilda with an eyebrow raised? The other girl, however, grins. ]

Spies? Wow, that's a good idea... I'm sure it'll hold over very well... okay! You're in! You can help us find [ PERSON WITH A VERY LOUD BOOMBOX WALKS BY ], and if you don't, you'll just be the understudy!

[chanteuser]

[ WHY DO THESE TRUCKS AND BOOMBOXES KEEP DENYING THEM THE NAME THEY DESIRE. ]

Um. Yes, that's us. Spies. [ convincing. ]

Do you know where they were last seen? Or who might've spoken to them last? We might be able to trace their steps from there.

[ that's how detective shows work, right? ]

[lecarre]

[Ange blinks.

And then, ever-so-blandly:]

Yes. I am a spy.

[anyway.]

Regardless, a description of them would be useful as well.

[axecessory]

[ their transition from girl group to detective agency begins now. they've theoretically been solving puzzles for weeks now, it's time to put that to the test?

hilda smiles and winks at byleth. is this lady checking her out? that's fine. ]

Right, we're going to need to know what they look like, what they like doing... you know, so we can get into the detective-y mindset.

[retellers]

Oh, you don't need any of that!

[ Helpful.

She points at an entrance to a train station, while Byleth seems to accept this flirtation which is just how I assume the plot of 3H goes. ]

You can start there.

[chanteuser]

No, we really do---?

[ BYLETH. WHAT THE FUCK. ]

[lecarre]

[Well.

Wouldn't be the first time Ange's dealt with a mission on less info than that, so she just shrugs and gives it up as a lost cause and moves towards that entrance.

Ange is honestly just assuming at this point that the Realm is fucking with them and that's how it goes.]

[axecessory]

[ well Francy you're not wrong. hilda shoots both of them an exasperated look before going over to the train station.

judging by how this place has been going so far, they're not going to get much help from any npcs. ]

We're probably searching for one of our Leaders, right...?

[discernments]

That is the purpose of our mission.

[ presumably. ]

Although I'm not sure which. Did any of you talk to the Leaders about what they remembered?

[ ok what does this train station hold once they enter it

Is it full of monsters ]

[retellers]

[ No, it's a normal train station?? Wow. People are just patiently waiting for the next train to come by. The only thing that stands out is one girl's fashion sense, but somehow it still isn't weirder than what you guys are wearing. ]

[chanteuser]

[ excuse me her outfit is adorable. ]

... If someone stands out here, we should probably be talking to them, huh? [ she's starting to figure out how this walks.

also, she shivers. going from outside cold to indoor slightly warm does that to you. ]

Hello? Miss?