[CONTINUE + 3] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, despite this being your fourth 'time' trying this monday.

There doesn't seem to be many Monsters here...or at least, you think there was more before? Huh.

Well, whatever.

You still have a mission - And with three trials under your belt, you're now a little closer to figuring things out.

...How much longer will this repeat?

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[The spider slowly clambers in, seeming to sigh and soak in the warmth.

...then, after a little bit, the spider...seems to be lurching around a little? And waving a leggy in the air?]

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Are you quite all right?

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[There's a tiny 'hic' from the spider, who is still waving his leggy in the air, moving around in a very....drunkard....way....]

cw: drunk spider?

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Oh dear, you're intoxicated aren't you?

[He lightly waves his finger in the spider's direction - while concerned he might be too drunk, there's something amusing about this?]

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[The spider touches said finger, where the speech is....

...pretty incoherent, slurring around. He definitely doesn't seem to be in any pain, but....this is pretty drunk.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Not just intoxicated - you're quite knackered.

[He'll go pour the tea out into another cup that was meant mostly to collect the 'bathwater' that has gone cold and refills the teacup with regular hot water, there'll still going to be some residue green tea in the cup]

I do not know if you can get caffeine poisoning like this, but let's not risk it, but you seem to be at least not feeling as poorly.

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* wh... 'hy rem've?
* hic
* f'l....f'l pr...pre'y goo'....

[He clings to Holmes' fingers, mumbling all the while.

...And maybe nibbling on his fingers. No piercing of the skin, thankfully.]

* mmmm....p'sed t'day....wi' miss inaaaabaaaaaaa.
* saw you.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He'll add a little of the green tea back]

All right, just not as much - I don't want you curling up because you got too piefaced.

Ah - you're still sober enough to remember the contest?

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* 'm not tha' bad 'f a drink'r....
* 'n yeh
* I 'memb'r
* ya punn'd an' then, and then.....
* mmm....
* snzz...

[The nibbling stops, as the little spider just. falls asleep. tiny drunk snoring noises, now.

But it seems he feels more at ease than he has in a while.]