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

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley tilts her head to the side, frowning.]

It seems like all of these...dreams or memories or whatever have several things in common--first off, it's always in some facility or some sort. Secondly, it's usually being facilitated by other people in some way.

...Who knows how much time has passed since then?

[She grips her hands tighter around her arms, though her expression doesn't change. She doesn't like any of this.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hrrrrrhhnn.]

There's no way to tell...for now. Unless we ask Fift- The Apprentice. See if he has any answers.

[He's sure it'll all be things he can't disclose yet, but it's worth a shot.]

Another thing, I remembered there being 'agents', and guards. Any of that familiar to you?

[xenoqueen]

Researchers, for me. Leading me back and forth from the machine. No guards, from what I can remember.

[Ripley tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. She heard that.]

Fift? [She repeats.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

...Fifteen.

[It's not a secret he was hiding; he changed it more out of ease of recognition. Seems kind of pointless now.]

I asked him if I could call him something else. 'The Apprentice' seemed too long. 'Fifteen's what he gave me.

[xenoqueen]

...I see.

[Ripley shifts her weight onto one leg.]

The rabbit hole only goes deeper, it seems.

[Referring to the dream connections.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

What do you think we'll find at the end of it? China?

[This comment really doesn't work if it turns out they're actually geographically close to there.]

[xenoqueen]

Hell, at least China's got people in it. I was thinking more "never ending abyss in which we find out we're actually in post-apocalyptic circumstances".

[A la planet of the apes.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Guess I was being too hopeful, huh?

[An empty laugh-grunt.]

Whatever it is, it'll be better than being stuck here, not knowing.