week six: mingle

[cyclists]

Week Six
16 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 Sol who speaks up first this time.

"Morning. You've done well purging the corruption in the previous gateway, and we'll be doing the finishing touches ourselves. Thank you for your help. In the meantime, we've got another one for you to explore. It's... kind of huge, so stick together when you can."

When Sol finishes, Lune picks up where they left off.

"Hm... There also appears to be something of a change on the horizon. If you are no longer obligated to those you have been attached to - will you stay by their sides?"

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.

In addition, as the week goes on, everyone will find themselves capable of seeing one another's memories at the simplest form of contact. For those who are closer to one another, they may see a memory the moment they make eye contact, while those who are less familiar may require a slight touch. The memories will feel as though the viewer is experiencing the event themselves.

While it may not be made immediately obvious - there is no partner effect for the week. The houses of the departed partners may disappear, but there is otherwise no bond attaching pairs.



Welcome to your week six mingle! As a reminder, murder proposals are open. We will also have a mini-event this week on Tuesday at 12pm PST.

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

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[tothemaxwell]

FIRE;

[Apparently this is the cool thing for all the dumbass nonhuman fires to do, which is to hang around in the fire realm in the mIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FROM SUNSET TO SUNRISE, and do fire shit. Which is precisely what Milla's doing. Wreathed in flames, she's basically doing fancy parkour from one lava column to another, never stopping for very long—and the flames are persistent, wrapping and spiralling around her in a lazy, dangerous fashion.

She does a mid-air cartwheel through a boiling steam vent, avoiding scorching by mere centimeters, and honestly, the whole thing is just a little over the top. It's hard not to think that she's just doing it to show off.

When she notices she's not alone, she lands nimbly on a platform, and places her hands on her hips, smiling.]

Care to join me?

[Who would want that???]

GATEWAY - MEETING HALL;

[Considering all the steps, it's pretty empty in here. Just a bunch of longtables, benches, pillars and an ever-burning fireplace.

And Milla. She's here too... sniffing.

She's just walking around, and sniffing.

Every once in a while, she'll frown, and turn in another direction.

Okay. That seems like normal Milla behavior at this point honestly.]

PAINTING;

[At various points throughout the week, Milla can be found scattered throughout the realms, the village, and the gateway, with a brush in her hand, "PAINTING FOR DUMMIES" in the other, and a canvas (or, at least, a piece of paper) on her lap, spread out on a flat piece of wood. On it is inevitably always baby's first landscape rendition of whatever vista or locale that lays immediately before her—from still art with fruit in the kitchen, to mountains in the gateway, you can probably catch her around.

She's currently holding up her thumb, one eye closed, lips pursed with concentration.

The fine arts are clearly her passion.]

WILD;

[hit me up and i will love you ]

painting

[whitewalls]

[ she's peering over at what she's painting. ]

Oh. That's cute.

[ it's sheep ]

[tothemaxwell]

[she's doing her best.]

Thank you, Namine. I have been using it to relax.

Would you care to try?

[whitewalls]

Oh! Sure, I would love to.

[ she doesn't normally use paint. ]

[tothemaxwell]

[Standing up, she carefully passes the tray of paints and painting board to Namine, taking care to replace her own brilliant sheep art with another blank piece of paper.]

There you are. Have at it.

[whitewalls]

Thank you.

[ she looks around.........

what to do...................... ]

[tothemaxwell]

[she lqqkin]

Are you conflicted over what to paint? There's many tempting choices, isn't there?

[whitewalls]

There is... there's so much in this gateway.

[ almost like it's a scenic animated movie ]

[tothemaxwell]

I highly recommend the sheep.

It is like painting fluffy little clouds with legs.

Meeting Hall

[liversandhyenas]

Now this is amusing.

[To Grim Eyes it looks like Milla lost something she was tracking, look how she's going back and forth]

What are you trying to track by smelling around?

[tothemaxwell]

Grim Eyes, hello.

Can you not smell it?

[liversandhyenas]

I can smell a lot of things. Without details I can't focus on a single smell.

[tothemaxwell]

Meat.

[she's REAL SERIOUS ABOUT THIS]

[liversandhyenas]

[Grim Eyes blinks]

It's not that I don't approve of you hunting your food, but you'll waste less time if you get some from the kitchen.

[Grim Eyes, that's not what she meant]

[tothemaxwell]

Does the kitchen smell of fragrantly roasted meats? No.

This is about the very principal of a passionate food lover!

[liversandhyenas]

[Well someone sure is passionate about meat]

If this is your way of asking someone else to bring you meat then I'm not falling for it.

[.........]

Oh who am I kidding.

[She'd bring meat and she knows it]

[tothemaxwell]

In that case, join me!

Your dog-like senses are keener than mine, correct? Let us track the delicious scent to its terminus!

[MEAT!!!]

Meeting Hall

[omegathree]

[He watches her sniff around for a few minutes before he just. Speaks up.]

Are you looking for something?

[tothemaxwell]

...The smell...

[omegathree]

Of... meat?

[tothemaxwell]

Yes!

Can you smell it? It is alluring in a way words cannot describe!

[omegathree]

[... Sure?

He looks doubtful, but he's also a man who mostly drinks in blood.]

I would much prefer the smell of a fresh fish.

[tothemaxwell]

Of course. You are a sardine fan to the core, Valvatorez.

But I seek a greater treasure—smoked meats!

[omegathree]

Greater? They don't even house the same amount of nutrients as sardines! I will not abide by this sardine slander!

[tothemaxwell]

Hah! As if a mere fish can stand up to the pure olfactory pleasure and unctuous flavor that smoked meats provide!

You have placed your bets on the wrong protein!