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!))

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[sorathvau]

[Dice maiden gave a humble 6. Alas, the pick axe seems to cause the slime to shrink in pain, but it too gets absorbed.]

…It seems we’ve underestimated our enemy.

[Don’t sound so happy about that.]

[revelate]

[Noah, on the other hand, doesn't sound nearly as happy, but he's clearly focused and engaged. They're both enjoying themselves in different ways, it's fine... neither of them are freaks.............]

It seems so. This may take some coordination, but let's try dissolving it in the ocean. It may not be able to hold its form in the water.

[sorathvau]

[They’re both two normal people…]

Let’s do it. I’m eager to find out what its limitations are.

[revelate]

Alright. Let's go.

[Time to Benny Hill run their way down to the beach and probably fail another dice roll trying to resolve this damn slime.]

[sorathvau]

[There they go…!!!

At the beach, they - Jesus Christ they got a 19 that slime is fully DISINTEGRATING the second they put their hands in the water. Maybe even before then. The harsh sea air simply caused it to shrink back in terror.

As it slips out and dissolves, Beelzebub can’t help the look of disappointment in his face.]

Ah…I had high hopes for that one…

[revelate]

[Oh my god? They finally succeeded? Noah... wasn't actually expecting that to work, but it's good to know that if they ever get into any slime-related trouble in the future, they've got a quick solution.

Beelzebub's disappointment is met with an apologetic smile.]

You've got plenty to study back in the mines, and now you know how to get yourself out of trouble. I'd say this was a worthwhile venture.

[sorathvau]

…I suppose.

[He’s still SULKING…]

…After all, we’ve only faced with one of them. Who can say how they act when together?

[He’s imagining a formidable slime conglomerate…ah…how beautiful…]

[revelate]

[A massive slime amalgam would make a better training dummy than a scarecrow, Noah supposes... but he may be alone in that thought. Case in point: Beelzebub is very clearly sulking.

So uh. Given that, important question:]

What is the ideal outcome for you? Do you want to best the slimes in combat or... befriend them?

[can you even do that]

[sorathvau]

Neither.

[The secret third thing…]

I want to see how powerful they can be.

[revelate]

I see. But if you don't intend to fight them, what good is the knowledge of their strength to you?

[sorathvau]

So I can create something strong.

[Strong enough to…]

[revelate]

...And what do you intend to do with something that strong?

[Does he need to take Beelzebub out for the greater good?]

cw:...suicidal...ideation...

[sorathvau]

[Beelzebub grins, a little wild.]

...I want to see if it can kill me.

[revelate]

[...He's met yet another person with a long life to live but no desire to see it through to the end. Why is it that people care so little for their lives? At what point does living become a burden?

Noah is silent for a moment, considering Beelzebub's words.]

Why do you want to die?

[sorathvau]

[It’s strange. The memory that informs this feeling is … gone, but the sentiment remains. He can only draw conclusions.]

…They say I’m cursed.

[revelate]

[cries in hindsight]

Cursed? Why would they say that?