week seven: mingle

[cyclists]

Week Seven
13 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. As usual, you guys were a big help in purging the darkness that lingered in the gateway from last week. We'll take it from here." There's a pause. "...we've got a new one for you, but there's something really weird about it. It's even larger than the last, so be careful when you're out there."

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

"Would it be odd to say that I believe you are all doing well? Your growth has been admirable.... Have heart as you continue to move forward."

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 that somewhere on their person, a small word is printed displaying their most prominent trait. Though they may not agree, or even realize it, this is a trait that most strongly defines them and over the week this trait will slowly become amplified.



Welcome to your week seven mingle! As a reminder, murder proposals are open. We will also have a mini-event this week on Tuesday at 12pm PST. Of note, this mini-event will be different, so please stay tuned for more info!

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

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some kind of binch

[forefall]

[ YOU LEFT HER WITH HISOKA.

She sprints through the portal. She's surprised and relieved, but she can't erase all her negative feelings after having a conversation with the resident dead clown. She looks a bit disgruntled.]

... I didn't expect this.

[ She sounds uncertain because she knows she left on a.... bad note. She picks up the single lily delicately, and her expression softens. ]

Thank you for getting me away from him.

[tothemaxwell]

You are welcome. I'm only sorry I took so long in getting here.

[henlo sweetie you're doing great]

[forefall]

[ is she doing great? that's questionable.

She looks like she's about to say something but then changes her mind. ]

... Better late than never. I doubt anyone else would want to see me.

[tothemaxwell]

[hm]

I can't say. But if it is true, then it may perhaps be because they feel guilt. Much of what you said in rage was not necessarily untrue, after all.

[forefall]

... It's fine if they don't. [ It's not fine. ] It can't be reversed, in any case.

How have you been?

[tothemaxwell]

How true.

[she beams.]

I'm very fine indeed. "Getting into my usual trouble", I suppose you could say.

Incidentally, I apologize for sending you my mysterious message without signing it. I was not aware they did not come with a name attached.

[forefall]

[ ... ]

Shouldn't you be getting in less trouble? [ Isn't that the ideal? ]

It's fine. You weren't the only one.

[tothemaxwell]

Ha ha ha. It depends on how you define trouble, I suppose.

[she nods.]

How is it, in the afterlife? I don't imagine it's very cheerful—so I'm glad you were all able to come today.

[forefall]

I'm dead. [ It's bitter and not cheerful at all. She won't hide that. ] I didn't think we'd be able to come at all.

[ She shrugs a little. ]

It's just—

[ She glitches out and frowns. ]

[tothemaxwell]

[milla frowns in response at the glitch, and nods.]

Yes, I understand. I am just sorry you are unable to speak on it.

[...]

Would you like a hug, Four?

[forefall]

[ Her eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at the ground. ]

I don't think you can.

[tothemaxwell]

Oh, I see.

[...




she wraps her arms around the ethereal Four, though.]

How is that?

[forefall]

[ She tenses even if there isn't any actual touching. She's not quite sure she understands? ]

That's.... awkward. Don't you feel uncomfortable doing that?

[ Four is almost positive the answer is no, but it's a common sense question. ]

[tothemaxwell]

Hmm? Not at all. Why?

Does the warmth of my intentions not cross barriers, despite our lack of physical connection?

[forefall]

[ ... ]

I suppose the intent is what matters. It's... fine. Thank you.

[ She sounds a little unsure about that, though. ]