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POST-ROUND 1 MINGLE
[ Once the decisions have been made, everyone is ushered—though those gentle tugs—out their respective mud rooms into the courtyard. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides one half of the courtyard away—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard. From beyond, idols can hear the distant sounds of something rumbling—perhaps it's the ground shaking. . .
The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]
[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]
The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]
[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]
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[K can. He's shifted back; his clothing is torn, and while that might not arouse much attention the grim red-black stains that spatter it certainly do. He's bristling, hyper-alert and hyper-defensive. One wrong move, his posture is saying. Just one wrong move, I dare you...
[His own form feels uncomfortable. Ill-fitting, somehow. He shifts, uncomfortably. Any excuse at all to shed it again would be a good one right now.]