WEIRD AT LAST | WEEKLY TASKS 8/14 - 8/20

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    Ah, weekly tasks. Barbara hadn't held these in a while - probably because of all the work she had been doing, and the fact that her clanmates had been handling them pretty well on their own recently. However, she felt it might be... kind of fun to hand these out. She always gave out the most interesting ones, after all. The cream tabby ambled into camp with her tail flicking behind her, ears perked forward as she took a seat. "Hey, babes! Gather around for weekly tasks," she called, raising a paw and allowing her tongue to glide over it while she waited for the other Bloodclanners to approach.


    //mobile & feel free to ask for developmental prompts instead !

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    The last weekly task Dusk had accepted was from Xi - and he hadn't even tried to complete it. He wanted to do better this week, so the cream tabby padded over immediately after hearing Barbara's call. "I can do something," he volunteered quietly, sitting and wrapping his tail around his paws. He couldn't say he knew what Barbara would have in store for him, but this time he was determined to finish whatever it was.

    His last task had been somewhat enjoyable for he had to travel around to an ally of theirs and offer gift baskets. The exchanges that happened were interesting and he believed he had managed to familiarize himself with at least a couple members from the Westeros. Truthfully, the third tier wouldn't mind doing such a task again. Yuu would approach at the familiar call, settling himself down before the cream tabby Queen. "I would like one as well." Yuu would hum with a waver of his paw. The young direhound found these tasks to be a good source of entertainment on these boring, arid days.


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    This would be interesting, considering the boss woman herself was doing them. Yawning to herself, the vixen would slip over, and tilt her cranium to the side slightly. She had enjoyed her last tasks, needless to say. "Gimme one hun."


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    The first person to arrive was Duskmire, and Barbara regarded him with a small smirk and the slightest tip of her head. She had no real opinion on the guy, so she simply said, "Dusk, I want you to leave a little present for our Sunclan friends." He had seemed uncertain about Bloodclan's conflict with Sunclan, so this would be a sort of test to see what he could do.


    Next was Yuu, who was fairly young but also rather mature - he seemed to dislike being treated as a child. It was for this reason that the tabby ordered, "Hold a puppet show. Oh- and make your own puppets for it." She could just imagine the canine holding up poorly-designed sock puppets with googly eyes half-falling off their faces. It would be fucking beautiful.


    Following Yuu was Michael. She knew nearly nothing about the guy, but maybe giving him a fun task would help bring out some of his personality. "Michael," she began, drawing her claw through the sand, "Why don't you hold a sort of party? With a prompt, though - I want it to have something to do with blood." Blood was pretty cool, right? It smelled weird, but its crimson shade was almost entrancing when it pooled on the ground. Anyway, this would give Michael some creative freedom. Perhaps he would go a more... peaceful route and only dye things red, or whatever, or maybe he'd actually murder someone and decorate with it, or possibly hold a torture session on stage... whatever he did, she hoped it'd be fun.


    And, lastly, Immy. Barb liked the vulpine well enough, and figured she'd give her a nice task. Something fun, but something that could also help bond her clanmates a bit. "How about you... paint some of you clanmates' nails?" Nail polish was fun, and while Bloodclan was a ruthless, war-oriented clan, they needed to have... varied sources of entertainment.


    // Immortalkisses G.D. - your character accidentally (non fatally) poisons themselves. what do they do? do they find help or try to fix it on their own?

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    *:･ﾟ✦ TRASH N. PENDRAGON GRIMM
    —— this quicksand, it pulls me underneath her *:･ﾟ✦



    //retro joining


    The best way for him to get reacquainted with clanlife was to simply live it. He needed to remember what life was like on the surface where only half of creation wanted him dead. The emaciated, muddy-brown wolf approached the gathering, keeping to the outer edge for the time being. He visibly flinched when Hell flashed before his eyes and screams pierced his ears, but only for a second. Trash shook his head, jumbling the memories and silencing them. "I'll take a task," he called once he had regained himself. The only way to be normal again was to act normal again.

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    Well, he ended up not doing Jamison's thing. Mostly because he was too bored of training shit to hold that -- there was a reason he didn't choose to be warlord of training, he'd probably just fail miserably at that shit -- but, new week, new task, aight? Nodding to Barbs, he waited to be assigned some shit.

    He was waiting on his task, he was quite sure that Barbara would hand him down a task that was worthy of his time— but of course, that was too good to be true. His brow twitched slightly; it was quickly becoming an habit of his whenever he was irritable. Barbara wanted him to do a puppet show. "No way." He refused outright, his ears lying flat against his cranium. He didn't understand— why couldn't he get a task that wasn't childish? Was it really that difficult to not give him a task that revolved around how young he was? "I don't want any tasks if I'm just going to do pointless things like that." He mumbled before he got to his paws and promptly turned away. When was he going to be taken seriously around here?


    /rip, yuu's an ass.

    but hmu with an developmental task though!!


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    "YOU THINK I'M CRAZY"


    The pup was here because her master said so. So, trotting over, she would take a seat. "Task please." The bat would state from where it hung under her throat.


    //a developmental one sounds good to

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