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

[resortghosts]

[By this point, just about everyone has seen Archimedes around. The sight of white pigeons isn't gonna come as a shock to anyone.

What is a little surprising is that... hm. Didn't you just see Archimedes in the lobby? Oh well, maybe he just flew past you to the kitchen without you noticing.

But, wait, no- now you're heading outside, and there he is in the courtyard. And at the jacuzzi- there he is floating in the water! But then you see him again in the rafters, and he's completely dry?

It will dawn on some of you faster than others what's happened here. The kicker, of course, is walking into the restaurant and finding, well...

Obviously, the ghosts are invisible. But you can still tell exactly where Medic is, since he has at least a dozen pigeons perched all over him- his shoulders, his head, his hands, his knee, his lap- everywhere!

Most of the pigeons are pure white, like Archimedes- hence the confusion over his identity-, but there's a few that are black and white, and even a couple gray "street"-style pigeons!

Medic seems to love them all regardless of their coloration, but you can still tell where Archimedes is- he's cuddled up to where the crook of Medic's neck must be, absolutely content.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake was wandering past the restaurant and then-

Just. Stops.]

Medic?

[resortghosts]

[Hi! One of the birds jostles around like the arm it's perched on is waving.

Do you like his new children.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[There's kind of...a lot of them, and he likes the person underneath them a lot more, but, he's still happy at the scene. He circles around the restaurant to grab some Wilkins Coffee (tm), and pull a chair out to sit opposite Medic, the drink more something to nurse in his hands than anything else.]

Where'd you find them?

[resortghosts]

[you can always tell what characters are played by my friends based on whether or not they specifically mention drinking wilkins coffee. thanks lads you're the best

Medic scribbles something down on his sticky note:

"I asked the staff for them! They seem nonanomalous, don't worry."

[One hops off Medic's arm and wanders across the table to Snake, her feet tapping as she walks. Hi.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

They let you have birds, huh?

[Snake offers a hand out to the bird much like one would do with a dog. He's been taking care of Archimedes for these past few days and he still doesn't know how to actually take care of birds. That guy's pretty self-sufficient.]

Think they'll give me dogs?

[They have one puppy, but...fifty huskies....]

[resortghosts]

I suppose you can try! Don't know how well it'll work. Pigeons are probably easier on the Staff to deal with compared to a flock of dogs.

[Archimedes likes his new not-dad because not-dad doesn't tell him to stop eating meat. Archimedes has eaten so much turkey bacon lately.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hrrrmmmm. Medic has a point.]

Might be good to have something with tracking skills.

[...]

Can you train birds for that?

[resortghosts]

Depends on what you need them to do! Archimedes and these other pigeons are homing pigeons; they can find their way back to their nest/home base from miles away. If you could find a way to use that for tracking purposes, than sure!

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake makes a contemplative hrrrrhhhhhnngh.]

Can they follow scents?

[How do pigeons work, exactly.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic is about to cram a whole lot of infodumping in one stickynote.]

Well! There's been some studies into whether or not they track their way home via sense of smell, as they get disoriented if their sense of smell is impaired and are more likely to get lost. (Other studies suggest that their homing instinct involves electromagnetism, which is also possible, but the sense of smell still stands as something important for them with regards to tracking!)

I've tried asking Archimedes about it, but he says it's a "trade secret".

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake looks this all over with an intrigued "huh..."]

Say, doc, you've got enough birds here. Couldn't you test it out yourself?

[imstuck]

... Alright, I will just be pretending I'm not seeing this and go back to bed.

[resortghosts]

[Medic draws a sad face on a sticky note and puts it on his face. Don't be fucking rude, Phil]

[imstuck]

[He takes of the sticky note and gives a Look at the general direction of where Medic is.]

I'm just kidding. I've seen more than enough things to be phased by this weird... bird army you have.

[resortghosts]

you just stole my face. thanks

[imstuck]

Good, maybe that way you'll stop making fun of everything I do.

[Phil is 5]

[resortghosts]

[so is medic

Case in point: he puts a smiley face sticky note on his face, now.]

[imstuck]

[...

Moves to take it off again.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic ducks away, displacing a few of the pigeons in the process. It's difficult to make out, but Phil can faintly hear... laughter?]

[imstuck]

I swear to god if you laugh at me again I will hunt you down, Medic.

[He loves you]

[resortghosts]

How do you hunt down someone who's right in front of you?

[I'd joke that they've only been sort-of-dating for barely a week and Medic's been dead for most of it, but Medic is probably the kind of person who says "i love you" two days into a relationship once he's sure they're not gonna run screaming from him, so]

[purrtagonist]

[is the resort a zoo today?? even moreso than usual? Akira stops to stare at the invisible pigeon perch, before he holds out a hand and whistles, trying to see if he can call one towards him]

[resortghosts]

[Good news! One of the mottled black-and-white pigeons flutters over to Akira's hand.

Another one follows- a regular gray pigeon with an iridescent neck. And- ah- another. And another. And-

Oh God.

Akira is now holding an entire baker's dozen of pigeons.

Archimedes and a few others are still chilling on Medic, though.]

[purrtagonist]

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[extends his arms to the sides, like a scarecrow. this is his life now]