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.

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Comments

[duskhound]

I don't think they were all the same this time, actually. I did have one, though...

[diesifkilled]

Yeah, it sounds like everyone saw different stuff this week.

I wonder why it was all the same last time.

[duskhound]

Actually, I might have an answer to that... I'll announce it a bit later. Fo rnow, I have a question: Did the name "The Foundation" show up for anyone else?

[diesifkilled]

The Foundation?

[He repears it, trying to recall any possible mentions.]

No, I didn't see anything like that.

[duskhound]

Well, in my dream, they were giving orders. And if you didn't follow the orders, they'd have you killed.

[diesifkilled]

...Huh. So you were working for them.

[Hm.]

[duskhound]

Well, I wasn't exactly happy to be sent on... Whatever the upcoming mission was, and neither was the man with me. It was pretty clear that going against orders means you die, but... Well, that's nothing new?

[diesifkilled]

What was the man like?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Wait, the fo-

[In an instant, his eyes shot open and he spasmed, falling onto the floor. His entire body shook and trembled for a minute before he went still, wheezing.]

[duskhound]

[...That's... quite the reaction, yes. That's. Actually worrisome.]

Are... Are you okay...?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Ow ow ow... it's that, I know I -

[He falls back to the floor, spasming again. His teeth clenching and limbs stiff. Like before it only lasted for a minute or two]

[duskhound]

...You don't have to say anything. Actually, please don't. It's probably be some sort of conditioning. Just knowing you had a reaction to it is enough.

[moonlightbeast]

[Oh my god.]

If the word you're having trouble with is 'foundation', then just say whatever you're trying to say with 'fuck' in there instead.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Okay...

[This sounds dubious but he had to try!]

The fuck is -

[And it seems even word swaps won't help as he's on the ground again, jerking, but the time it passes, he's swaying unsteadily] That is it for sports... now onto the road with Inaba-chan.

[THUNK]

[whirlingmace]

Huh? What's wrong?

[ Poking him ]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Poking barely gets a response, but he's still breathing]

[thejusticewagon]

I think so, yeah. I think I was... with them, maybe? They were trying to take care of some poor pegasus that had its wings all messed up. Or, well, I was doing that for them, anyway.

[duskhound]

Was the Pegasus okay?

...Well, I guess not, considering... Still, was it getting better, at least?

[thejusticewagon]

It seemed really sad, but I think I helped it feel a little better. So... maybe it’s doing okay now. I hope so. I had to spend a really long time petting Deirdre after I woke up, so...

[latebluemer]

[She perks up a little over here.]

Yeah! I remember that coming up. I think I was working for them, as a... D-class Agent? And I was in the dorms, wherever those are.

[...]

I get the feeling it's probably not a good thing, though.

[Judging by Ellie's conversation with Shirou, anyway.]

[duskhound]

Well, it seems like they had a huge variety in the kind of work they did, so it might have been mostly fine.

...Mostly.

[They're still a super shady organization that kills people for disobeying orders, but... That's nothing unusual.]

[latebluemer]

I was doing something pretty... similar to some of the work I was observing at home.

[She didn't do a whole lot of hacking or programming of her own apart from what was needed for Link VRAINS and the occasional snooping session, but she definitely has the foundations to do... whatever she was doing in the dream.

But computer things weren't the only things she was observing.]

But if there's anything I've learned anything about shady organizations, it's that you can be doing normal work, but there can still be a lot going on behind closed doors.

[To put it. Very, very mildly.]

[duskhound]

I'm pretty sure I was doing the same kind of work I was doing at home, too. I don't have any evidence to back that up of course, but... I just have a feeling about it.

[Let's not expand upon shady organizations doing things behind closed doors any further than that.]

It's probably also worth paying attention to that... D-Class? Thing you mentioned. I remember The Captain mentioning something about classified information and needing the right Class to get information. I believe he said one needed to be B or D class?

[latebluemer]

Kind of like... you were really there, in the dream, and there was a whole life you were living, right? What kind of work do you think you were doing?

[It's the type of dream where the more you think about it, the more details you find, like walking into a well-worn room for the first time in years and suddenly remembering that you liked keeping your blinds half-down back then.]

But if the Captain knew something about the classes and why they exist -- then we have a link between where we came from and where we are. They probably know more about why we're dreaming these things.

[She's still not sure she wants to ask the staff or their kind about it right now.]

[delusive]

Huh, I didn't see anything like that with mine.