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

[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]

[moonlightbeast]

[Welp.

So much for that idea.]

[dereban]

. . . is he okay.

[latebluemer]

[She is actually looking kind of alarmed and confused at the same time.]

What's happening? Did they do something to your head?

[Besides the whole banging it on the floor thing.]

[duskhound]

This looks like some sort of conditioning to me. If you know how to, it can pull this kind of stuff off. Back home, people could do this with certain kinds of magic, but that kind of magic is incredibly illegal.

[This is actually something she knows about.]

[latebluemer]

... We don't have magic for this, but I'm pretty sure you're talking about brainwashing. Why is it... just Hibiki-kun, though?

[She'll at least check to make sure he hasn't bitten his tongue or cracked his head open, maybe. That's the extent of her medical knowledge. Does she need to get ghost web MD on this.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Slowly he groans, eyelids fluttering - doesn't look like he's seriously injured, but he doesn't seem to be quite focusing as he murmurs in a dazed]

Don't... worry mom... you're only a week late getting home...

[His eyelids twitched, fingers curling, then raising, as if trying to steady himself, despite the fact he's laying on the floor]

[latebluemer]

[She just kind of... hovers a little more? Trying to catch the eye of anyone who might look like they know what they're doing, but otherwise she really has no idea what to do. Eventually she'll just crouch down to check Ryoga's head for lumps.]

Hey. Hibiki-kun. You're not back home right now.

[This probably isn't doing anything at all since he scrambled his brain eggs.]

[duskhound]

[Yes, also worried over here, and... She wants to help, but also uh... Doesn't actually want to touch him, which makes this more complicated... Well, the church did give some first-aid training, so let's see...]

Okay, in this situation, it's... it's... make sure they're lying flat on their back, and then it was... Treat any injuries they have? He's mumbling, so he should be breathing just fine...

[How did this go again? It's been years since I've needed to think about this stuff!]

[13thpromise]

[ ...

That sure is a thing that happened. He'll look to Aoi when she asks instead of saying anything, though. ]

[whirlingmace]

Huh? What's wrong?

[ Poking him ]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

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

[whirlingmace]

[ Crouching down to pat him on the head. There there ]