WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE

[saturations]

GREETINGS

Unnerving. That may be the best word to describe how the vibes feel as your sight begins to clear and you find yourself on the ground. The air is chilly, and you don't see anything that may represent the sun or the moon for a sense of time. You look around expecting to find some sort of buildings, wildlife, or anything of use, but your immediate line of vision only shows a sprawling monochrome landscape.

Are you feeling adventurous? As you get to your feet, you have the opportunity to wander further and begin assessing the situation. You'll quickly find that the only thing on your person are the clothes on your back. Traveling will eventually lead you to a few areas, though none of them appear very promising either.

Don't stray too far, however. While there are few hints of plant life (nothing nourishing, nothing satisfying), you won't find much else. There's no food or running water; resources seem scarce. The further you go, the more you begin to feel colder and weaker. Your eyes begin to play tricks on you, and everything ahead of you looks unfocused and even more gray than before. An imminent sense of danger hangs above you...you can't quite pinpoint why, but your gut instinct says there's something else out there just lying beyond your reach.

Perhaps you'll have luck another day. For now, it seems as though your only option is to make use of the areas you do have access to and try to settle in. But don't worry, you aren't alone. There's 35 other people just waiting to see what you'll do next.

Welcome to your weekend zero intro to chroma! While characters have access to the locations available, they do not have access to anything else including their home items. Please note that characters do not know what their primary color or complementary colors are as of yet, and IC profiles are not in-play at this time.

Things of note!

► You can find food (cotton candy, stale hot dog buns with no hot dogs, etc) in the carnival, but none of it is filling. It's monochrome, and you're hungry again five minutes later.
► There's water in the mansion but it's kind of grey.
► Seriously, it's cold.
► You arrive in your canon outfit. It is also monochrome, like someone drained the dye out of your clothes.

Stay tuned for more updates throughout the weekend, and happy settling!

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[experimint]

Who knows how long this has been sitting here. And for all we know, there could be suspect chemicals around. This ain't a walk in your backyard.

[ ... ]

Unless this is your backyard.

[naruhodope]

...I hope no one lives near this definitely haunted carnival.

[ (Is this her backyard?) ]

I haven't found food anywhere else though...

[ he's weighing the chemical hazards with starvation ('it's been 1 day' starvation) in his head. ]

[experimint]

I haven't either, so this seems like the only source of sustenance as of now. Terrible!

[ moldy bread and whatever the fuck else! ]

Hopefully we'll get out of here before that becomes a problem.

[naruhodope]

People would probably notice we're gone before that's an issue.

[ ...probably.

he's still eyeing this sad suspect bread though. thoughtfully: ]

Maybe I should try it, though. For your... [ wait. ] what are you researching again?

[experimint]

Oh, yes! I am trying to figure out if we're standing in a radioactive wasteland of some sort, and if every time we interact with anything here that it brings us one step closer to an agonizing end.

[ ... ]

And also, if there's mold in the bread.

[naruhodope]

[ she really could've just left it at the mold. ]

'Radio active'...? [ okay. ] That's a little—morbid, don't you think?

[ he tries very hard not to look at a weird bloody carousel pony in the peripheral. ]

[experimint]

Perhaps, but life can be quite morbid.

But it could just be some bad buns. We won't know til we check it out.

[naruhodope]

...That's true.

[ and they need to figure it out, right? since she isn't actually discouraging him, he takes a less-tentative-than-it-should-be bite of the hot dog bun, chewing slowly, bracing for an extra arm to pop out of his neck or something. ]

[experimint]

[ FASCINATING.....

if she had paper, she'd be taking notes right now. ]

[naruhodope]

[ the only abnormal symptom is that he's sweaty and nervous because some weirdo is watching him eat. ]

Um... I think it's fine. If you'd like some. [ ... ] There might be some mold, but you can pick it off.

[experimint]

Hm... well. Sustenance is sustenance.

[ she'll go and grab a bun and just

pick at the mold ]

[naruhodope]

Beats starving...

[ (Oh, by the way, why are you pink?) ]

...Miss, on the subject of all this. Are you having some sort of allergic reaction?

[experimint]

... to the buns? Nah, man. It just tastes bad.

[ clearly that is what he meant ]

[naruhodope]

No, before that—

[ how does he point this out politely. ]

Your skin seems... angry.

[experimint]

What?

[ she looks at her arm. ]

No, dude, I'm just gum.

[naruhodope]

...Gum?

[experimint]

Yeah.

Just gum.

[naruhodope]

[ just. an uncomprehending look. ]

[experimint]

I AM MADE OUT OF GUM.

[ she says it louder as if the problem is that he is deaf ]

[naruhodope]

[ that's not the issue, no ]

That... doesn't explain anything.

[experimint]

I... don't see why not. It seems pretty straightforward to me?

[ is this dude racist? she does not know what human racism is, but is he? ]

[naruhodope]

[ he's racist because bubblegum hasn't been invented yet

he's never met someone not human, so this is a struggle. ]

So you're not made of... [ uhhhh ] ...meat?

[experimint]

Oh, yuck. No.

[ she shakes her head. ]

Definitely no meat. I'm a candy person.

[naruhodope]

Oh... candy... I see.

[ he's disassociating. it's the only way he deals with this. ]

But you still need to eat?

[ (Is it cannibalism for a candy person to eat carbs?) ]

[experimint]

Oh, of course. Try not to think too hard on the mechanics of it. It's better that way.

[ don't worry about it. ]