Week 2 Mingle

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WEEK 2

With the nature of this 'game' out, the resort might not look so welcoming anymore. The staff are still ready to jump in and serve guests in any way they can, provided a request doesn't make them short-circuit, and the resort itself seems as warm and cheery as usual. But everyone knows the truth now. This resort is hiding some pretty big secrets, and it's only a matter of time before someone else turns up dead.

The weather is holding steady, at 'cold but still safe for outdoor activities'. The temperature seems to be dipping lower each day, though, and the previously-blue sky is starting to stay grey more often than not. Could that signal an approaching snowstorm? Who know. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Another piece to the puzzle, one step closer to finding the truth of this place. But it might not be enough to put everything together yet, that might take some more time.

Most importantly, everyone needs to get to know each other. This 'game' is one of 'know your enemies', and your very survival depends on knowing when someone is acting odd.

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Comments

cw: emetophobia

[imstuck]

[Phil doesn’t leave his room much today. Watching people here vote for Medic’s, an innocent man, death and then being forced to pull the trigger was too much for him in one week. So he’s just… going to lie in bed for most of it.

He does eventually leave for food, at least. However when he goes to the kitchen and looks in the fridge, he’s suddenly overcome with a wave of horror. He closes it suddenly, and it honestly looks like he’s about to throw up, to the point that it takes him a few minutes and a glass of water for him to settle down

He’s… he’s just going to eat some salad greens today. They’re healthy, after all.]

phils room

[resortghosts]

[What follows is a string of messages, one after the other.]

PHIL ARE YOU AWKE

PHIL

PHIL

PHIL

PHIL

PHIL

PHLI

PHIL

[It just. Keeps going. Every couple minutes another "PHIL" message is sent until Phil actually answers.]

[imstuck]

[Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhh.........]

Hello?

[resortghosts]

PHIL!!!

ITS ME

[That doesn't clarify things at all!]

[imstuck]

[. . .]

Who are you?

[resortghosts]

THE GUY YOU KISSED LIEK THREE DASY AGO WHO DO YOU THIGNK!!!!

OR MAYBE FOUR DAYS ,IVE NEVER BENE GREAY WITH MATYH

[imstuck]

[what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK

Phil practically scrambles out of bed when he reads that, both out of shock at getting a message and just how blunt that is.]

Medic? Is that you?

kitchen

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake's held off on checking up on Phil for a multitude of reasons, really, and it's only when he stumbles upon him that he's actually forced to confront the situation.]

...You feeling okay?

[imstuck]

I'm feeling great. I'm just dealing with the fact that I can never eat cake ever again.

[So not really.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake narrows his eyes.]

Cake, huh? Why not?

[imstuck]

I guess what horrible organization is keeping us here decided to force me to eat cake every. goddamned. day

[tacticalespionageaction]

[...]

They made you eat cake? Why?

[imstuck]

I don't know! [Oh. He said that a bit too loudly.] I just knew that if I didn't eat it, they would shoot me. It was either eat that damned cake, or get shot to death.

kitchen

[maskarang]

[ That isn't a great expression. He considers leaving it be and going about his business but after a pause he reconsiders. Quietly approaching. ]

Ginger. [ A second later he realizes this advice is extremely useless when boiled down to a single word. He clears his throat. ] If you're feeling unwell, try mixing ginger into your glass.

[imstuck]

Oh, thanks.

[Phil's just gonna... reach into the pantry and just start pouring ginger powder into his glass of water.

It's fine this is probably a good idea]

[maskarang]

Wait, that's—! [ Too... much... ginger... Okay, it's already in the glass.

Why is this disaster happening in front of him?? At least the guy didn't actually go to drink it. Coming over and just. Taking the glass. ] The balance is off. I suppose I have time to make it myself if you like, I only need a few minutes.

[imstuck]

[Look it's fine

He like, literally could not get sick for a decade he lost all sense of healthcare strategies he's fine.

But oh ok, Gerome is taking a glass now.]

Why would it take you "a few minutes" to put ginger in a glass, exactly?

[maskarang]

[ That is the exact opposite of fine. ]

I need to boil water. For tea.

[imstuck]

[It's fine.]

... Right. Tea exists.

[... Ok he's not fine.

Heck now he feels kind of awkward though now...]

I can make it myself, you know.

kitchen

[winter1982]

[Bennings is here with a whole pot of coffee. And he's drinking from it. Like, straight up black with no creamer.

He's just.. watching Phil and taking sips. Like this is a spectator sport.]

Didn't expect you of all people to be a midday salad kind of guy.

[imstuck]

[Yeah he feels that. No judgement from Phil about your coffee drinking at all.]

You know, it's important to stay healthy. There's only so many times you can eat a dozen donuts a day before it starts effecting you, you know.

[winter1982]

A day? Geez, it's a wonder you're still alive.

[That's..... horrifying, Phil.]

So, what kind of salad is on the menu today?

[imstuck]

I've survived with my good looks and charms.

[;)]

Uh... green ones.

[Yeah there is very clearly no dressing or anything else on there.]

[winter1982]

Likely story. I don't think those good looks of yours would do anything for the health issues that comes with eating that many donuts.

[(x) doubt]

No dressing or anything else?

[imstuck]

Good news for you then: I already have a lot of issues.

[Winks]

Yeah. Dressing has fat in it and... carbs.