WEEK ONE: MINGLE 2

[saturations]

MINGLE

Wow... well then. Things certainly happened, didn't they? It seems as though things have calmed down once again in the Prism after the events of this weekend. You have lodging and food now, and while the area is still cold and monochrome in some places you've restored and gained access to four colorful spaces.

In the morning, everyone receives a text on their phones. Or, a picture with a text, actually.

BEHOLD

At the far end of the park in the central node, you'll hear the faint sound of rumbling as something new appears. Perhaps you wish to take a look?

For those of you feeling particularly daring, you are free to explore a bit further on your own.

Before you venture too far, though, make sure you take a moment to check out the booth in the lobby of the apartments. Seems like it's not broken anymore!

So much excitement for one day. Maybe take a moment to evaluate how you're feeling. Some of you might have gained or lost a color as time moved on. Not just that, though. Throughout the course of this week you will find yourself coming into the possession of a new talent that belongs to someone else. Other times, you'll find that you've lost your own talents and are unable to perform as expected. That's cumbersome, isn't it? Look on the bright side! Maybe you'll discover a new hobby this way.

Finally, as always, you may contact the residents at any time. They may even have something new for you to do.

Welcome to your week one mingle for chroma!

Things of note:
► This week's effect is talent loss/talent gain! You'll randomly over the week lose something you're very good at, and gain something you've never been able to do before. Go wild with this as long as you're not breaking things.
► Player location submissions are now open!
► moida submissions are also now open!
► More to come... keep your eyes and ears open.

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Comments

[fleshedout]

...

You're just being nice, aren't you?

[nightchild]

[




hey....]

Well -- yeah...

[so he can admit it...]

[fleshedout]

[A long moment of silence, and then a huff.]

Go on. I don't need your help. I appreciate you offering it, anyways.

[nightchild]

[...hm]

And now none of that happens?

[nightchild]

I wouldn't call you bad? More like powerful.

[nightchild]

[is it ship fodder if it's REAL?????

enjoy the look of dumbfounded surprise on Itsuki's face, Malik, it lasts the entire time he's held up.]

-- Wow. That was so forceful...

[HE ASKED FOR IT]

[highrisk]

Mm. Not anymore.

[nightchild]

[stop he got three dates but got turned down once??????

hope aymeric is ready for netflix and chill :/]

[highrisk]

[ oh no regret ]

... It's all the, uh. "Ser," stuff. The formality.

[ not.... TECHNICALLY a lie...... ]

[highrisk]

[ hmmm he has to think about it. ]

Who's your second pick on who to paintball-fight-to-the-death against?

[georeject]

You're quite the flatterer.

[experimint]

[ SWIPES AT HER HAND

STOOOOOP ]

[nightchild]

[hot pants....




cute................

Itsuki decides never to say this out loud,]

Hehe, you're welcome.

[nightchild]

[was it puberty damien]

Now I'm curious... ...You're not gonna pretend that you don't remember this conversation tomorrow, are you?

[highrisk]

[ haha........... ]

... Nah.

[nightchild]

Good.

[itsuki a moment: pls forget about my speech
itsuki now: :D]

[highrisk]

[ he's valid? ]

'S not like it's worth keeping secrets here, anyway. What's the worst that can happen? We're already trapped.

[countermeasures]

[thinking... thinking...]

i dare you to come up with nicknames for three people here

[classmate]

[ She waves a hand. ]

It's fine, it's exactly why me and my friends are doing our best to return to reality now that we've realized what kind of situation we're in.

[countermeasures]

[looks at canon and laughs]

I appreciate that, Itsuki. Thank you.

[countermeasures]

[...]

Clarte?

[withaswing]

I don't know... I thought maybe it was whoever we were meant to be if it was... a memory or something. But maybe he was reminiscing about someone else...?

[9mon]

Do you want a snack? I'll get one for you.

[ok, he doesn't believe that's "fine".]

[9mon]

[.........

dude?]

[classmate]

I wouldn't even know where to begin -- these are all assumptions, of course, theories.

But my only advice is for us to constantly keep in mind that this isn't a place that should feel at home to us.