WEEK SIX: MINGLE

[saturations]

MINGLE

A bittersweet victory, isn't it? You solved everything this past weekend. No mysteries were left unsolved, and now things seem to have settled down. Of course, there's surely plenty on your mind by now. As always though, time marches on. You must keep moving ever onward.

At the far end of the park in the central node, you'll hear the faint sound of rumbling as something new appears. The Prism is opening itself to you all, showing you what it's capable of, and providing you with space to explore.

For those of you feeling particularly daring, you are free to explore a bit further on your own. But even before you leave the apartments, perhaps you'd like to pay a visit to the gumball machine in the lobby.

Strange. Some of you may have gained or lost a color since this time last week, but it's not like many of you will ever tell. In fact, many of you are very, very bad at sharing. Many of you continually suppress your own emotions whether for the sake of others, or in order to go unnoticed. It's hard to say what your motivations are sometimes. This week, however, the suppression... isn't exactly for the best. You may feel a strange twinge in your chest, a slightly uncomfortable tickle in your throat, and then before you can stop it, you find yourself coughing up a handful of flowers. All different shades, all representing your hidden feelings, this disease takes its hold and infects everyone in the Prism. Too bad the timing isn't always the most convenient either.

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 six mingle for chroma!

Things of note:
► This week's effect is hanahaki! Yup. For all suppressed emotions characters may be feeling, after some time they'll find themselves coughing up flowers in different colors representing those feelings.
► The flowers can be any type you want for the aesthetic. It can be one or two flowers, or it can be a lot of them. Whichever way you wish to play it is fine.
► Moida submissions continue to be open!
► More to come... keep your eyes and ears open.

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[daggering]

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he starts tearing the paper into the strips. for the Tree. also it's cathartic. ]

Keyleth told me it sounds like it's high on suud every time she talks to it.

[chevaliered]

How true.

[ anyway he's folding that paper he took before hand. into -- paper throwing knives? uwu ]

[daggering]

[ oh sexy of you crow he's scooching over ]

Show me how to do that.

[decisions]

Too much sun, surely, it's gone to its head... branches... whatever trees have that give them thought.

[ yeah tearing paper is mad cathartic. while vax is doing that, he's going to let some of it dry and will begin to twist the paper into vauge people skeleton shapes. they aren't perfect, but they don't have to be. ]

[chevaliered]

Nice, I like it.

[ he clears his throat in a petally way. ]

Maybe we can put one on her too so she can't see anything we're doing.

[decisions]

[ he rolls a large piece of construction paper into a cone with a small hole at one end and a larger hole at the other, and tapes it shut securely before setting it down next to emet's letter.

your paper megaphone is here. ]

That should help.

[ktiseos]

[his is turning into way more than a note, probably, it's fine.

anyway he is quietly scooping those petals. there you go.]

Do you require a receptacle, Bass.

[do we need to grab you like a trashcan or something]

[chevaliered]

There's a way to fold them into something Calvardian, but... eh. These are fine too. Like this, see?

[ he folds another one, slower this time. and then lobs the finished product at vax's head. ]

[9mon]

Let's go!

[fleshedout]

[Peering over his shoulder.]

...What are you writing, the great American novel?

[fretbro]

[thanks, emet. they're various colors, but the most prominent ones are olive.]

I don't know. [he says, sullenly.] Whatever.

[georeject]

Yes, I'm trying to make up for the rest of you.

[this is mean clarte]

[slashay]

[i aki refuse to be awake this early but kashuu is absolutely rushing over to soothingly rub his stupid potato's back about it and then usher him somewhere else after shooting steel a nasty look, god bless.]

[georeject]

[





they nod slowly and then cough up purple petals.]

[gogoghostpowers]

What? But I didn't even do anything!

[fleshedout]

...

[FROWNING AT THE KNIFE GOING DOWN HIS SLEEVE]

How many do you need, Vax?

[daggering]

[ sjgkdsh oh no your flower petals

... there's like a brief flicker in the gremlin behavior, and he will... set the knife down. (or at least sleight of hand it back into his sleeve.)

and then puts his hand down under the table see look he's behaving. ]

[graverot]

[he coughs a few olive green ones.]

[daggering]

What, volunteers? Maybe one or two.

[ pay no mind ]

[rindude]

[this...is a lot. this is a lot? everybody is a lot, but eventually riff drifts over to where bass is and kind of settles to drop his chin on bass's head and stare at the paper.]

Your apology sucks.

[it's a joke. the tone mostly conveys "what the fuck is going on", actually.]

[gogoghostpowers]

[ With a huff, Danny decides to join in on the collective tantrum. He throws all the popsicle sticks to the floor. ALL OF THEM.

And then he starts working on arranging them into letters. He's mumbling: ]

I'll show you an "apology"...

[fretbro]

[he grumbles, but doesn't push riff away.]

Your face sucks. [eloquent. but he's also a little like "what the fuck is going on", so.] I don't want to write a dumb apology.

[georeject]

[reaches out to pat shale on the back]

[rindude]

[an eyeroll.]

What're we even supposed to be apologizing for...?

[they? didn't do anything??]

[brotograph]

Not opposed to getting another tat. What do you think would work with what I got? [ Showing his left wrist ]