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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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Maybe it's just the second crack to the skull, hard and loud enough to get through even her hard head.
Regardless, it's enough to set her off balance, some of the odd limbs clawing out blindly, others melting into thin air. Her eyes go wide before falling shut--before she falls--
--before the hedges tug them back into their rooms for the next round, the doors slamming with finality]
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[That's -]
[Probably for the best, honestly]
[Back to the drawing board]