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

[maskarang]

[ Gonna tempt fate and continue not answering. ]

[whirlingmace]

Gerry. Geraling. Gerbear the Masked Geronimo!

[maskarang]

[ Grunting. Why is she like this??? ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Grunting is how Snake talks so she'll take that as actually answering ]

How long did it take you not to make noise?

[maskarang]

[ Dammit. This sounds a lot like a trap but, fine. He made a noise already so she's going to call that a victory anyway.

Grumbly. ] Not long enough.

[whirlingmace]

[ She has a bunch of siblings and plenty of practice! ]

Hehe.

[ That might be some indication she's aware. Putting a hand on his arm. ]

How are you doing with everything?

[maskarang]

[ Tensing at the contact, but at least he isn't pushing her away immediately. Progress? ]

There's no need for you to check on me. I'm fine.

[whirlingmace]

[ Definitely progress ]

Cinquey knows there's no need, but I want to anyways.

[maskarang]

And has anyone done the same for you? Ensuring everyone's spirits are high must be taxing. How are you faring?

[whirlingmace]

[ Aww Gerome ]

I'm always doing pretty good!

[ She is running around in this little get-up after all. ]

Mimi checks up on me! He's really nice.

[maskarang]

Even the brightest light has a dim day.

[ He concedes that, yes, today might not be one of those days. Or it is and she's aggressively being herself to ignore it. Either way. ]

So long as you have someone to look after you, I suppose that's all that matters.

[whirlingmace]

[ Hmm ]

Could it be that you're worried, Gerome?

[maskarang]

... Is that a surprise? I may not understand your antics but there's no doubt they lift spirits and bring a smile to everyone's faces. In a dreary game like this, there's nothing more important.

[whirlingmace]

[ No one understands her antics. Not even Cinque herself. ]

Hehe. I didn't know you were so poetic!

[ She's learning new things. ]

Thank you, Gerbear.

[maskarang]

I'm not.

[ And don't make him respond to the Gerbear part. He still won't. ]

[whirlingmace]

[ She will remember this anyways ]

You are. It also means I brighten your day, riiiight?