Week 2 Mingle

[foundationmods]

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.

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS | APPRENTICE PC POST

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[xenoqueen]

Yosano is dead. That's all I know.

[Spoken with the brevity of stating a fact, like the sky is blue or birds fly.]

But if anyone else has seen anything, please speak up now.

[justonezero]

She received three bullets to the chest. One pierced her heart, killing her. After that, the killer broke her jaw against the fireplace here.

[Pointing to the diner fireplace before taking another bite of his donut.]

[xenoqueen]

...That seems absurdly excessive. It's like they were trying to send a message to us, of some sort.

[Spoken incredibly calmly.]

[justonezero]

[Chew chew chew, swallow.]

Since it was the Cleaner, maybe... "you better play?"

[moonlightbeast]

[Don't mind him, he's just. Inching away from the fireplace now that he knows someone died over there.]

[dereban]

Did. . . she show any signs of making an attempt to fight back?

[ Just going to carefully ask that question. ]

[justonezero]

Not that I saw.

[Though of course, when he says "saw," he means with his math eyes.]

[diesifkilled]

[He looks down, gritting his teeth. Surprised, but not exactly shocked.]

That's... that's not what I meant. I was asking about the dreams.

[xenoqueen]

[There's a significant pause before she replies. Ripley's expression wavers ever so slightly.]

You've been having dreams? What of?

[diesifkilled]

...I'd rather not talk about it. But people were all having the same dream last week, so I was wondering if that was the case again.

[whirlingmace]

I had a dream! I think I was bummed out by a mission, but there were really soft kittens to pet! Which is strange, because I never got to pet kittens in my world.

[ Hmmm ]

[diesifkilled]

A... mission?

[moonlightbeast]

Really? There was a cat in mine too. But it was...a ghost cat? Maybe? It was only half of a cat.

[latebluemer]

Of course you'd get kittens.

[It isn't said with any rancor, though. Considering this morning, Cinque can have her kittens.]

I was trying to work on some kind of computer. It might have been a mission, too -- same orange jumpsuit with the weird logo.

[She's just. Not going to go into details unless she has to. Because the details sure are a thing.]

[thejusticewagon]

Oh! Do you know if Gerome and Owain were involved? I know in my dream they were off on the front lines for... something. I don’t know what, I just know they were off somewhere and I was taking care of critters instead of going off with them.

[dolleyed]

[ After the other people share their dreams, Kohaku figures he has nothing to really lose by coming out with his as well. ]

Orange jumpsuit, yeah. They refused to give me a violin. Literally just any violin, too.

[ But now, he has his. Or he thinks it is his. It's weird. ]

[rosebridled]

Chu-Chu borrowed a pen in my dream.

[diesifkilled]

[Uh.]

That seems different from what everyone else has been saying.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I did, but there wasn't that much to it. I was just going through a morning routine, although I think that's because I was waiting for some paperwork to get done.

[latebluemer]

[She's quietly raising a hand from the back of the room, where she is distinctly not eating and mostly more pale and subdued than she's been all weekend even. She's scolded people for pointlessly putting their hand up before, but she's mildly autopiloting at the moment.]

... I have pictures. If anyone needs them. They're not... great.

[In any sense of the word.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley gets off of the table, making her way over to Blue Angel. In a more subdued voice than earlier--]

You don't have to show those if you don't want to. It's entirely up to you.

[...She doesn't look that great. Ripley doesn't want to pressure her into answering, but....]

How do you feel?

[latebluemer]

Like I don't want to eat any meat for a week.

[It manages to be kind of wry, all the same -- she's not totally out of it, but definitely still processing the morning. There's a small shake of her head.]

But I took these so that we could use them. The sooner we get to the bottom of this, the sooner I can get them off my tablet.

[Would Ripley like to see dead person pictures for breakfast? Maybe not.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

It's not unrelated to the case, but I found these in the dining room.

[And because this is forensics amateur hour, Rean reaches into his pocket to place a small mason jar down on the table, three bullet casings tinkling lightly against the glass.]

I'm not really that familiar with firearms, but... this is the kind of thing you'd see for something that uses gunpowder, right?

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley pucks up the jar, frowning and squinting at the bullets. This would match Yoshi saying that Yosano had been shot three times...]

Three shots seems to be a little excessive, don't you think?

[She turns the jar over in her hand, and then puts it down on the table.]

Either Yosano is a lot better at soaking up bullets than I thought, or the shooter wasn't as experienced using firearms. Maybe they wanted to make sure that Yosano was dead. An experienced shooter likely wouldn't have wasted as many bullets.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I think you're right about them not being used to it. These weren't that far away from the body either, so three almost seem like overkill at that range.

[...]

I feel like that brings another question to mind, though. If she was shot in the front, then how'd they get that close to her to begin with?