▹▹▹▹ Atticus had rightfully volunteered for this, yet he couldn't help feeling a little bit weird about it now as he sat in the midst of camp, glancing around at those who loitered about their day. It wasn't the idea of being the focus of attention of hosting something like this, but rather the very likely possibility he could give someone a task that was just plain boring for them. In other words, he didn't want to make any enemies in this. Still, the jaguar exhaled calmly, not a hint of that thought upon his eyes as he lifted his voice up slightly to speak. "If anyone would like a weekly task this week, please gather. Don't like it, ask for another."

▹▹▹▹ //Sorry for the delay y'all, still dealing with wisdom teeth but feelin' better today woot

Atticus' gaze lazily hung over the people that gathered, his gaze flickering across them without truly turning his head, shifting his weight on his paws momentarily as he considered. At the very least, could he say that he was pleased how many people were up and ready to contribute? It was a good thing indeed. With a faint exhale as he made up his mind, his gaze finally turned to [member=2350]REN[/member] . "This week, I would like you to face a weakness. I've seen you around enough to know you are capable in many ways. Find some people to help you work through a task, a skill, or maybe a fear of yours. Just don't die in the process," the last words were idle, a smooth attempt at a idle bit of humor as his gaze turned again.

As his golden eyes landed upon [member=719]valemon[/member] , he stopped once more to consider, quietly staring upon the lion. He hadn't seen them around too much before, but the last few days had been busy for him. "This week, would you care to host a meet and greet? We've had many new faces as of late, and I think you would have the skills necessary to put something fun and unique together." Of course, they were always welcome to get new tasks if they didn't like it, so it was a minimal loss either way.

Rad. For a moment, his posture shifted. Any time he had seen [member=344]radeken[/member]  around, he was a sarcastic little crap. It was amusing, at times- well, most times, so long as it wasn't directed at him. "Host a poetry slam night," the answer came, deadly serious for a moment before he smirked, "I wouldn't do that to you, no. This week, I'd like to see you put your charisma skills to use. Teach people how to bluff, perform, do whatever you'd like in that regard. But I expect glorious results."

Last but not least, his gaze turned to [member=2748]sekai.[/member] She was one Atticus had also seen around before, but hadn't truly had a chance to stop and talk to, but it wasn't hard to miss her plethora of accessories. "Perhaps you can make use of the lake this week and host a late-night swim party before it gets too cold."

Isabelle's next to pad up, a little late but not discouraged. There was probably something left for her, right? "I want one, please!" she'd announce and then patiently wait to get her's.

"speech"