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✦ WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
✦ WEEK 0: FRIENDSHIP IS 20/20
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REMAINING
Good morning, sweet fruits!
The sun is shining, the birds are singing... it's a wonderful day to get up and start the season properly. When you wake up, you're very quickly herded off the boat by a string of harried bunnies who are shouting about schedules and timing. You'll find the Fruit Hosts (Lemon, Lime, and L'orange) have come down to the beach to greet you, and lead you to your brand new home! Why don't you check it out?
While you know that there's a lot in store this week (such as an event on Wednesday and a mysterious all-day broadcasting scheduled for Saturday), until then? You're free to live your life. Explore your new locations, get to know your team (including your team leaders!) and get used to the feeling of being watched at all times. The only place you're safe from cameras are in your team bedrooms and in the bathrooms. Remember that.
Or perhaps you do want to be in front of the cameras? Well, have no fear. The Confessional has arrived. Located in the mansion, this little slice of reality tv is there for all contestants to really get juicy. Check out the page for how it all works.
Hmm... but after the initial excitement of moving into your lounge and new home fades, you'll find that you feel sort of itchy and scratchy. There's someone on your mind, right? Someone special. And it's not necessarily romantic (though it could be if you're brave enough), but you are drawn to this person intrinsically - you want to hang out with them basically forever. Almost as if a red string connects your fates.
A NEW CHALLENGE APPROACHES
Whoa, remember that thing we said about twists? Well, here's one for you. It's red string week!
This effect means that your character and another are intrinsically linked. You want to be next to them at all times. You want to talk to them. Hold their hand. Cuddle and hug and spend soooo much time with them. Well, in a purely platonic way of course.
This doesn't mean that you have to be around each other 24/7, but the more time you spend away from each other — the stronger urge to see them again. How sweet? And how very awkward if you happen to be matched up to someone who's not on your team. Whoopsies.
🥇 TEAM LIME
🥇 TEAM L'ORANGE
🥇 TEAM LEMON
Get ready! Get set! GO! #SEASON_69 of #THEVINE has officially started!!
Remember: Three teams enter. Only ONE will leave with the grand prize, their heart's greatest desire. For some of you, this might be the first and last time you see your team in first place.
☰ OOC NOTES
✦ Welcome to Week 0!
✦ Several new things are unlocked! Check out the Audiences page, Confessional (on the Submissions page), your team lounge, and the CYOAs page!
✦ Because we will not be having a trial every week, The Confessional will serve as our Activity Check for this game. Please be sure to check it our and read the rules carefully.
✦ CYOA sign-ups and submissions are now open! Important: If you'd like to sign up to be in or run a CYOA, please do as early as possible so we may plan for the future. Keep in mind we're only doing a grand total of three mod run CYOAs. All the rest will be player run, if they're submitted.
✦ !! This week, please submit an IC two truths and a lie for your character to us! For later reasons!
✦ As always, come talk to us if you've got anything on your mind!
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You can see the sand under your feet. Unfortunately the sky seems to be having some technical difficulties. It's hard to see anything past a couple of feet in front of, behind, and to the sides of you. And when you move forward, you jump forward, alarmingly. Like a staggering sort of motion. Perhaps a little like a street view.
The first thing you both see when you jump forward is this neon pink stuff in the sand, heading out for a good distance in front of you. ]
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Shit. [ an attempt to commit everything to memory is happening, here, but she'll cast a quick look around the pink stuff in the sand. is it leading in the same direction as the line with the arrow? ] ... I guess we've got no other choice in this one.
[ onwards. ]
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Narja keeps calm and carries on. The pink stuff is new, so she keeps going while flexing her hand a little. ]
Be careful...
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You move again. Another jump forward. It is really disorienting. In this section, you're a little closer to the THE COUNCIL — an old, abandoned ship that rests on the island's south shore. Whether you've been there before or not doesn't matter, you will be going there soon, it seems.
In this section you've jumped to, there's more of that pink stuff. The smell of the ocean. Iron. And a long, wide line in the sand that continues on towards the ship. Not too deep, and consistent. Hard to tell, right this second, what exactly it is. Continue? ]
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Be ready in case it throws us right into that rustbucket, 'cause I don't want to know the damage that'd cause either of us if it decides to just toss us right into any sharp bits.
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[ Surprisingly? Or maybe not. But Narja pauses for a moment, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath in. The ocean. The 3.5% salt. The iron.
She continues on, not caring if she steps on the pink stuff on the way. ]
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Anyway, you jump forward again. It'd be funny if I put you into the middle of the ship wood like the worst sort of teleport, but I won't. Instead, you find yourself in the middle of the council. Inside the crumbling remains is a circular area with benches and torches for light, as well as several long stone slabs. The smell of iron is stronger here. Much, much stronger. It feels... damp. The air is thick and settles wrong in your lungs.
Oh, and one of the slabs is just absolutely covered in neon pink liquid. ]
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... you taste it, too? [ the tang that's not just from true rust. because if that iron weight in her lungs isn't what she thinks it is she'll eat her arm off. but alright, she'll step towards the slabs, then, taking her sword in both hands and preparing to use it to block, if nothing else. ]
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Mm.
[ A quick confirmation as she follows Rawiyah, her right hand ready for any potential dangerous action. It could be rust, but it could also...
...
She frowns. ]
But why is it pink...?
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The pink neon liquid is everywhere. All over this slab. Coincidentally, it's also all over the body resting there. The body lays out flat, hands gently folded over its stomach. It is not moving, and you very much can intuit that it is not breathing, either.
You find this body, you see the remains - there's a lot of... well, it's neon pink, but you're so sure it's blood, the way it's laid out. It makes it hard to make out exactly what happened, but it's not hard to see who this is.
Will is dead.
Your phones ping one, two, three, four times with incoming messages... ]
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