WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

26 Villagers

After the news from the town hall, Puffin Town might not seem as tranquil as before—if it ever did. But the sun dawns, and the rooster crows on a new week, that seems peaceful enough, for now. There's farming to be done for those who don't want to subsist off the vast canned food selection at Joja Mart, or you could take up your hand fishing or even venturing into the mines.

If you want to lay around on the grass taking count of the shapes in the clouds no one will stop you, an eager duck might even stop by to give you a pillow; but the cost of the harvest looms overhead, even if you choose not to see it.

And so too does: confetti? Monday, at precisely noon, everyone will find themselves showered with confetti from seemingly nowhere. The culprit largely seems to be the ducks, but if you're somewhere closed off like bathroom, there's no obvious instigator in sight. Though if you squint real hard, you might see the wisps of something? It's hard to see through all the colorful paper, though. Regardless, you'll soon find yourself accosted by a duck with a flyer, printed and worn:

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Festival!

The Colors You Want to See Festival!
Do you find the walls of your cottage drab? Do you want to add a special touch to make your home YOURS? Stop by the general store this week and pick up some art supplies to decorate your life! NOTE: Puffin town does not take responsibility for any damage incurred during the decorating process. Participation will be rewarded with an item from the community stockpile! Please see the event organizer in the community center to submit your polaroid photograph of your entry. (Polaroids are available at the general store.)

Maybe calling it a festival is a stretch, but it's certainly a group activity nonetheless. And hey, there's even prizes! The duck, ever eager, presses another paper into your hand, though this one is handwritten, in a cursive elegant hand.

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Gift Giving

Someone told me that receiving a gift is a reward in itself. But if you share with others, you deserve something tangible, don't you? Try it, you might be surprised at what you receive.

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, but feel free to submit for later weeks if you like!))

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

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[sorathvau]

[It feels like a personal question, at least to someone like Beelzebub, who's quashed those desires into something taboo.

Still, he'll answer. With some pesky flicker of hope...]

Friends.

[lovebombing]

[...]




[He sticks out a hand, as if asking for him to shake it.]

[sorathvau]

[He looks...puzzled? But, hesitantly, he takes it.]

[lovebombing]

[A BIG shake!]

Nice to meet you once more, friend.

[sorathvau]

[Oh……that’s a big shake. He can’t help a grin creeping onto his face, much as he tries.]

…Sampo, was it? It’s…nice to meet you too.

[lovebombing]

[Hehe!]





[He will not bombard him with well-meaning texts to try to weasel money out of him. That may come later. Anyways!]

So it's settled. How are you doing today, friend?

[sorathvau]

[Good fucking luck Sampo he doesn’t have any money.]

Good, now. [He gets back to sprinkling his apple seeds in the dirt, without a care in the world.] You?

[lovebombing]

[it's okay he can use you to forward links to ten people who do, thanks pal]

Heh. [Despite his HORRIBLE GOALS he is smiling a little wider.] I'm doing alright! Trying to...stay positive. Despite. What they told us. Gotta keep on keeping on, I say.

[sorathvau]

[Of course there’s the elephant in the room, the deadly motivator that’s hanging over them. Now shouldn’t be the time to trust each other, but…]

I imagine you’re not the only one.

[Everyone seems…too okay, considering.]

Does it worry you?

[lovebombing]

Me? Worried? Naaaaah. Sampo Koski's never the one to let anything get him down!

[WITH THE LOOK OF "PLEASE HELP ME I HATE IT HERE"]

[sorathvau]

[…]

You’re a terrible liar.

[He’s clearly amused by it, though.]

[lovebombing]

I'm an okay liar, take that back.

[>:((((((]

Okay, but seriously, it's...a lot.

[sorathvau]

[Heh.]

…A lot, huh?

[Yeah…that might be the only real way to describe it, actually. A Lot.]

Someone will go for it. It’s only a matter of time…the torture is in waiting until then.

[lovebombing]

That's not very optimistic of ya, pal. Do you really think someone would just, like, murder someone? Sincerely?

[sorathvau]

[He shrugs.]

Humans do it all the time.

[lovebombing]

Says someone who is sounding suspiciously like they're not human.

[sorathvau]

I'm not.

[A casual statement of fact.]

Is that a problem?

[lovebombing]

Not at all! You know, the universe is filled with all sorts of beings. I'm simply a curious guy.

[sorathvau]

[Well, some part of him can’t help but feel relief at that. It’s a funny thing.

Still…]

You should be careful with that.

[lovebombing]

...What about? Being curious? Why?

[sorathvau]

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

[Like the dramatic bitch he is.]

I warned you, it’s best to stay away from me.

[lovebombing]

That's not the full quote.

[He comes in closer, reaching out to...boop! Him on the nose.]

"But satisfaction brought it back". And I'm a guy who likes a little bit of satisfaction. So should you.

[sorathvau]

[Beelzebub blinks, and stares in shock at the brazen move.

He’s stunned for a moment, then lets out a sigh.]

I swear…you really are a troublesome guy.

[lovebombing]

I've heard worse! That's practically a compliment.

[eheeee]

[sorathvau]

[He just…shakes his head. Fondly.]