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

[xenoqueen]

[Good morning, resort residents! The sun is shining, the day is brand new, and anyone near the ski slope may notice something colorful rising into the air. It looks like some kind of smoke, and it's coming from three containers that have been carefully set at the very top of the slope to allow as much visibility as possible.

If anyone glances at the area around these makeshift flares or approaches them to see what's going on, they'll find Ripley and Hunter nearby, watching as the colorful substance continues to pour out. He speaks as he glances up at the sky.]

...Fingers crossed, I guess.

[13thpromise]

[ So, he doesn't really know what a flare is. He's just watching the smoke drift upwards, and he doesn't really understand what's going on. ]

What're you guys doing?

[wrongtiming]

[He glances towards Roxas, raising a hand in greeting.]

We're trying to signal someone.

[13thpromise]

[ He'll raise a hand real quick himself and then look back at the smoke again. Then his gaze falls back to Hunter. ]

Someone you know or...just someone else who might be out here, randomly?

[messianic]

[Oh.....

Minato watches those flares go off quietly, hands shoved into his pockets.]

That's a good idea.

[A long, long pause.]

I...really hope it works.

[xenoqueen]

....

I hope so, too. [Ripley crosses her arms.] Though...the Staff was far too willing to give me potassium nitrate.

[messianic]

... So you don't think they think it'll do anything, then.

[That sucks.]

Even so... it's good to try.

[wrongtiming]

No clue if people are stopped from getting in the same way we're stopped from getting out, but...

[He sighs.]

It can't hurt, at least.

[messianic]

[That's for sure.]

It could still work.

[It could!!]

Let's hold onto hope, but not stop trying things.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake saw the flare, and followed suit, seeking the source, and he's not surprised at all at who he finds.]

Thought you might be behind this.

[His gaze trails what's left of the stream in the sky as it goes.]

Think anyone will see it?

[xenoqueen]

[She doubts it, but she can't voice her doubts here.]

Let's hope someone does. [Ripley shakes her head.] If not, well...it's not like that much was wasted, anyways.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[It’s ok Ripley, that’s why Snake’s here. He lets out a grumble of concern, reaching his hand into his jacket pockets.]

You think they’ll let anyone within a mile of this place?

[He takes out a cigarette and lighter, not lighting up for now, only sparking it on contemplation.]

[wrongtiming]

Hopefully we’ll find out in a while.

[A pause.]

Unless the Hotel California effect works in reverse here, too.

[tacticalespionageaction]

“Hotel California effect”, huh? What’s this got to do with foreign investment?

[purrtagonist]

[ah. . .]

Are you hoping someone will see it?

[xenoqueen]

Hopefully.

[Ripley pokes at one of the flares, which makes it send up another puff of colorful smoke.] Let's hope visibility isn't too bad--this is the highest point we can get, after all.

[purrtagonist]

[it's not a bad plan, but. . .]

If no one saw the fireworks Minato and I caused last week, I don't know how well this'll work.

But. . . it's a good idea.

[thanks for trying, Ripley]

[wrongtiming]

There’s no guarantee, but...

[A shrug, as if to say “it can’t hurt”.]

actually changes that because im good at reading

[maskarang]

[ Like before, weird things lighting up the sky gets his attention. He heads over slowly, just in case it's another case of "Akira and Minato do a weird light show that turns out to be nothing."

Seeing it isn't actually them, he goes ahead and comes closer. ]

How long will this last?

thats valid

[xenoqueen]

[...Ah. It's that dude who didn't show up to any meetings, last week.]

A few hours, hopefully. Probably would've been smarter to wait until one had died down before setting off another, but with more volume there's a greater chance of it being seen.

[She glances towards him, crossing her arms.] Plus, unless I want my fingers to fall off, I don't plan on staying out in the snow for more than a few hours.

[wrongtiming]

[He nods towards Ripley.]

What she said.

[because lbr he has a very limited understanding of how these work]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[It's pretty hard to miss the column of colored smoke, so Rean makes his way up there eventually to check things out. He stays a respectable distance away from the containers so he won't get a faceful of smoke if the wind happens to blow the wrong way, but he's definitely looking at them rather curiously before he turns to Ripley and Hunter.]

Huh... did you make these yourselves?

[xenoqueen]

Yep. Sugar and potassium nitrate, add a little bit of heat, then dump it in a paper bag and light it on fire.

[Plus crayons, if you want! Which gives it that color.]

I learned how to make it during college. Me and my friends wanted to test out this thing we saw on the Internet. That's what happens when you get a bunch of drunk engineering majors together with too much time on their hands.

[winter1982]

You guys trying to signal for help? Or are you just doing this for the fun of it?

[He got curious, so he's here.]

[xenoqueen]

Mostly the former.

[The corners of Ripley's mouth twitch upwards.] But why not a bit of both?