week two: mingle

[cyclists]

Week Two
26 in Competition

As the sun rises on Monday morning, all participants will find themselves awakening with a sense of purpose. Regardless of where they slept the night before, they’ll find themselves compelled to return to the main meeting hall first thing in the morning.

Approaching the hall, however, they will find a large, swirling mass grey in color looming near the sakura tree. This swirl cannot be approached just yet, but seems to be locked and waiting for something more.

As the last member of the village enters the hall, they will find Lune and Sol at the head of the room. Though they’re together, it’s Lune who speaks up first this time.

"Good morning, good morning. You've done well to purge the corruption in the previous gateway - allow us to assist with the finishing touches. For the time being, it would appear as though we've been able to locate another. The land might appear a bit familiar to some however... I only advise you watch your step."

When Lune finishes, Sol chimes in from their place at Lune's side.

"The corruption is still out there, and we're going to do all that we can to find a way to contain it. But until then... stick close to others this week. Do your best to protect yourselves and look after each other. Okay?"

The moment participants leave the hall, they will find that the gateway has changed from grey to white, the opening widening enough for multiple people to step through. The Signs will soon take their leave, and all will remain peaceful once more.

The only oddity is that throughout the week, in a noise that extends past the portal but seems to resound even through the village, there will be the occasional, resounding call of a war horn.

In addition, as the week goes on, partners will find ever-growing feelings of anxiety and nervousness dwelling within them the longer they are separated from one another. They will feel compelled to be very close to their partners at all times, and will be on edge if separated for more than an hour by the end of the week. Welcome to surprise codependence at its finest.



Welcome to your week two mingle! As a reminder, murder proposals are open. We will also be hosting a mini-event on Tuesday, so please be on the lookout for that.

In addition, ensure that all of your week one private conversations were reported on the page, and your week two private conversations are reported on that page. If you'll be taking anything from locations, please report that as well.

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[foodbin]

gateway, south

[It doesn't take her too long to figure out the pattern of this place (the pattern being that you can't step anywhere here without worrying about substantial injury). Luckily, she's quick and athletic enough that she's able to move out of danger when it appears... Until she's preoccupied enough backpedaling from a pit of spikes that she doesn't notice the flap that comes out to hit her in the side of the head. A moment later:]

Ow, jesus - really?!

gateway, north

[Even if the phantom voices in this area unsettle her, she's exploring nonetheless. When she comes upon the room stocked with divination supplies, she looks curious. If someone else enters, they'll find her looking over the ouija board curiously.]

Have you ever used one of these before?

wildcard

[if you'd like to play out any other prompt or a private conversation, hit me up at incendiary!]

North

[liversandhyenas]

I hadn't even seen one of these things before. What's it supposed to be?

[She's curious about all these strange objects, yup]

[foodbin]

...Yeah, I guess you wouldn't have.

[She holds it up so she can see.]

It's a ouija board. Where I'm from, people pretend to use it to contact ghosts or spirits, but that's not something you can really do. It's mostly for fun.

[liversandhyenas]

Really? Why do they have to pretend? Can't the ghosts come to talk?

[She has seen her fair share of ghosts coming to mess around and talk. She doesn't get why where Emma is from they have to pretend they do]

[foodbin]

...There aren't really ghosts where I'm from. Well, people can't agree on whether there are or not, I guess, but I'm pretty sure they don't exist. So, it'd be a little bit hard to talk to them for real, you know?

South

[omegathree]

[He's not having a great time, but he's also much more cautious about this place than the village.]

I'd say watch your step, but I'm sure you already know.

[foodbin]

Apparently it's not just my step I have to watch, it's my step and my face and my legs and pretty much everything. I'd be surprised if it wasn't the ceiling, too.

[She looks over his way, her voice flippant.]

Careful, we'll touch the wall in the wrong place and knives will come raining down on us.

[omegathree]

I'm used to ground hazards. This is more along the lines of a life hazard.

Is there some way to disable all of this?

[foodbin]

I'm willing to bet you if there is, it's hidden somewhere that we only access after we've cleared about ten miles of this bullshit.

[Ugh.]

north

[specialdog]

I've seen them in movies and stuff, but I've never used one myself! I've never wanted to talk to someone who's dead before.

[foodbin]

Seems kind of like wishful thinking that they'd work, huh? Especially here.

[She gives it a more thoughtful glance before she sets it back down on the table.]

[specialdog]

I'd say it's more likely to work here than anywhere else. This place is so weird.

[ And people keep dying. ]

[foodbin]

...I guess stranger things have happened here. You want to give it a shot?

south

[forefall]

[ Four's agility and perception of her surroundings is good by nature, but perceiving the random nature of the traps is not something that comes to her easily. ]

I feel that sentiment.

[ She barely jumps over a panel in time, but it looks like some articles of her clothing are a little worse for wear, as if a spike grazed it. ]

[foodbin]

You know, at first I thought there must be something really valuable or important here somewhere, since everything is either really obnoxious or trying to kill us, but I'm starting to think that we're just being fucked with.

[She says, even as she continues to move cautiously forward.]

[forefall]

I may try going in a different area at this rate. Even if it's only to give us a hard time, it'd make more sense to have a few very well-placed and well-hidden traps than whatever this is.

[ It's kind of too chaotic. Four stands still, as she decides a good direction to go in. ]

wildcard :o

[leaberator]

[ here they are at the boutique, and here axel is, complaining the entire time ]

I still don't see why you're so gung-ho about this. My clothes are fine.

[ said the hot topic wannabe ]

[foodbin]

[The look that she gives him isn't quite judgmental; there's a smile on her face, after all.]

If I never see that hedgehog hoodie again, it will be too soon. It's time to let go. What colors do you like? ...Other than black.

[leaberator]

It was a gift! You're supposed to wear those.

[ even though he was nice and did not, in fact, wear it today. he balks a little at the color question, though. ]

Uh. Red?

gateway north

[tothemaxwell]

[???? ?? ???????]

No. What in the world is it?

A game of some kind?

[foodbin]

You could call it a game...? It's like - you pretend to be in contact with the spirits of the dead, but you're definitely just pretending. It's like a slightly more mature version of a make believe game.

[tothemaxwell]

An adult game about talking to those who have passed on...

[hm]

Please demonstrate. I am eager to learn.

north

[autocatalysis]

... I can't say I have?

[ as i frantically try to decide whether or not elympion pop culture would or would not know what an ouija board is. curse you, pseudomodern fantasy settings. ]

[foodbin]

[She shrugs.]

I doubt anything too exciting is going to happen, but it could be a good way to pass the time.

[autocatalysis]

What is supposed to happen, anyway?