WEEK 1 MINGLE

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As dawn approaches on Monday, the contestants are greeted to a beautiful, sunny day. It's the first full week of their time in the house, and after the rather troubling introduction on Saturday it's hard to know just what to expect

For the first week, the surrounding area seems quiet and peaceful. The weather stays a nice 75 degrees during the day, and it dips down to the 50s at night. Comfortable, and without any real disturbances from nature or house. It's almost as if the whole weekend was just a bad dream, and maybe the actual game won't be as bad as Dazai made it out to me.

However, those rules and profiles are still hanging in the living room, a constant reminder of the warnings that have been given. What will happen now? There haven't been any deaths at this containment site in years, but will that change with these new rules? Only time will tell.

Perhaps it's a good idea to enjoy this first week. Go swimming, watch a movie, or just hang out together and get to know each other better. You never know, this might be the last time to see some of the contestants.


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[merirut]

[Okay, well. That yawn is going to get him to turn his head to look at Alcor. It's not like he hangs around the other non-human all the time, but he doesn't ever recall hearing him yawn before, so it's a lot more conspicuous than it should be.

Pursing his lips a little, he sets out a kettle to boil, and starts on grinding the beans.]

...Don't tell me you find this enjoyable. [Then again, maybe that would be consistent with all the food that's being taken out... or something.]

[visionem]

I don't. [ Brightening into a full smile which helps obscure his conspicuous yawn.]

If I felt like this all the time I would get very little done. But for a short while, it is a useful learning experience. I am beginning to see now why humans get ornery when they have not been fed in their typical intervals.

[ He's filled a pot with water during his musing, and he levitates another pot off a burner to the counter to make room for whatever new he's cooking up. A held out palm later and he's given the pot more than a little jumpstart with the flame of fire he's brought into being. That shouldn't take too long to boil... head tilted, he holds up the flame—want help with the kettle? ]

[merirut]

That's still a rather optimistic way of viewing the situation...

[But one constant of the world is that Alcor is always curious about humans, so it makes sense. And in the end, they're both going through something similar, which is vaguely relieving.

Focused as he is on the grinding, he isn't completely cued into what Alcor's doing, but he catches the flicker of flame as it dances in his periphery, turning to the other man with a nod. Why not speed things up if they could?]

[visionem]

I have had a humanoid appearance for some time, but it is only recently that I've been able to experience things like eating and drinking. There's something exciting about new experiences, even if they themselves are not pleasant. And while I am uncertain of many things, I am positive that I do not wish to go back to how I was before—unaware of so much.

[ One quick boiling kettle coming up. His pot has already boiled (it's not cheating if he uses magic for everything anyway), and in goes a packet of powder and a whisk to stir it with. ]

[merirut]

Unaware, huh...

[He's mostly finished with the grinding, so having the kettle ready is pretty good timing.]

Well, I'll concede that there's merit to learning more about the world, if only because the knowledge may serve some use one day. [He still hates it though...]

[visionem]

Yes. I would call it a boring existence, but such words were beyond me then.

[ Stir, stir, now to add red bean paste. ]

Is that the only reason? Some say knowledge is it's own reward.

[merirut]

...Well, it's in the past now.

[Although he looks a little lost in thought, despite the dismissive words. It's probably a good thing that he's so familiar with brewing coffee, because he more or less continues on autopilot as he transfers the grounds to the filter and walks over to pick up the kettle.]

Perhaps some would say that, but... [He pauses before continuing.] I have no need of anything unnecessary.

[visionem]

...it is, but the past has it's place in the stream of time. I could not forget even if I wanted to, but I would not go back either. Even if that would be easier in many ways.

[ Trepidatious but certain one step back, one step forward. There's much he's learned recently, but still so far to go. A sprinkle of salt followed by more stirring, his head tilting inquisitively. ]

Why is that?