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]

Is there any other way of describing a person who sees these experiences in such a positive light?

[But anyways. He does listen carefully when Alcor relates his concerns, brows furrowing at the revelation.]

So you've been in a similar situation, then. Are you worried about the outcome?

[visionem]

I suppose not but...it was not too long ago that I went by a very different moniker.

[ It's all rather strange still. ]

Yes, but the stakes were much higher. So no, I am not worried. But perhaps it wouldn't be so wrong to say I am apprehensive.

[merirut]

Is that so...

[Well, beings do change over time. He's rather aware of that himself, even if he won't say it out loud. But still, it's odd to imagine Alcor as anything but his calm, curious and genial self.

He lets out a short, quiet hum of thought at that comment about apprehension though.]

Considering the Foundation's underhanded methods and our motley crew of agents, I can't say that feeling is unfounded. This week has already revealed some who would act foolishly.

[visionem]

[ He nods, for once not elaborating. It's not a sore subject but one he's still in the process of working through himself. ]

...I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific unless you're referring to the endangerment of marine life. [ Said a touch fondly—it's only Tuesday and sometime in the space time continuum a giant crab will be frozen and bludgeoned, and one or more prinnies has already exploded. By the end of the week, one giant octopus will join this fate, if not more.

Mortals will be mortals and he loves them for it, even if there is a part of him that is doing a concern over everything. ]

[merirut]

I was talking more about concealing information.

[This is probably one of the more ironic things he could say considering how bad he can be at teamwork, but. The salt never ends (even when the other parties come out and apologize, apparently).]

Even if they may have had good intentions, it's difficult to trust someone who would willingly hide and discuss important matters behind your back. That they believed that to be the correct decision in light of how this game operated... it's nonsense.

[visionem]

They were thinking of the pack and not of the population as a whole. [ The trust issue though...he shifts poking a wayward curl that's strayed in front of his eyes. ]

Perhaps some of them did not know any better, I learned that lesson myself not too long ago. But, I had never expected any humans to trust me from the start.