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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[tacticalespionageaction]

[Somewhat early in the morning, Snake makes an appearance in the courtyard with a small container of...meat? There’s a label on it, though partly obscured by the way he’s holding it and tossing the contents to the birds outside.

The meat is slightly charred and smokey, and Snake wrinkles his nose, looking somewhat uncomfortable at the smell, but persists in attempting to feed them in spite of it.]

[imstuck]

[... Ok Snake is feeding birds weird meat. That's.... normal. He guesses.]

I don't think you're supposed to feed birds that, Snake.

[tacticalespionageaction]

Archimedes eats enough meat.

[An uncomfortable hnnrrrgghhh.]

I wouldn’t let him near this though.

[But guess it’s too late for that now!!!]

[imstuck]

... Why wouldn't you let Archimedes near this if you're still feeding it to birds?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Mgghrrhh]

Feels a little personal. He might get the wrong idea.

[imstuck]

[Phil stares for a moment before he gets Suspicious. Snake in no normal situation should feeding meat be "a little personal".]

What's going on here, Snake?

[resortghosts]

[If nothing else, this toplevel proves they were made for each other.

The doves gather around curiously. A few of them peck at the meat as if interested, then abandon it in search of actual pigeon food.

Only one seems genuinely interested- it's not hard to guess that it's Archimedes. He immediately picks up a large chunk of flesh and starts to eat, tearing it into smaller pieces with his toes... and then, he stops. He swallows.

He looks up at Snake. There is a long, uncomfortable period of direct eye contact.

Archimedes will remember this.

Archimedes abandons the meat and flies up into a tree, not even looking at Snake. It seems like eating his own dad is a boundary not even this bird wanted to cross.]

cw: cannibalism mention

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake notices all too late Archimedes’ arrival, and is all too late in reacting.]

Archimedes, no!

[The bird has gone, and Snake can’t blame him. It’s like if someone had tried to feed him Big Boss’s charred remains. Cooking him was difficult enough.

If Archimedes wants to come back some day for revenge, he would accept that. He understands.]

[resortghosts]

[Don't worry too much, Snake. Archimedes will spend some time sulking up in the tree, but whenever Snake decides to go back inside, Archimedes will fly back down to land on his shoulder.

Snake will get a hard peck to the ear, but otherwise Archimedes seems to have gotten over his brief temper tantrum over consuming his own dad.

Just remember- this incident hasn't been forgotten. Merely accepted as an honest mistake to make.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[That was remarkably quick.

Snake grunts at the pecking, but accepts his punishment. Whilst Archimedes is here, he might as well clear the air as best he can, breaking the silence with a grumble.]

...Sorry. Thought you two would’ve been on the same page on that.

[Unless Medic wouldn’t want to be eaten by birds???]

[resortghosts]

[Archimedes ruffles his feathers and coos. It'd be nice if Snake had Medic around to translate, but the ghost is off doing other things, it seems.

He seems to understand, though. After a brief pause, he preens at a few stray hairs by Snake's ear.]

[whirlingmace]

[ Does he need some help? ]

Hello Snakie. Where did all these birds come from?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Oh. No, no Cinque please don’t help with this.]

They’re Medic’s. Said he asked the staff for them.

[whirlingmace]

That was super-duper nice of them. Are they friendly?

[ She'll try to reach into the "food" he's feeding them to help if he doesn't move it out of the way. ]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake makes an effort to move the container out of the way, which makes the label HUMAN MEAT: MEDIC clearly visible, now.]

Friendly enough. They won’t peck you if you’re nice.

[dereban]

. . .why are there so many birds.

[ That's all she's got. ]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake grunts, and tosses a few more bits of meat on the ground, to the birds’ disinterest.]

Medic. [...in more than one sense.] The Staff let him have a whole flock.

[dereban]

That was a mistake.

What are you feeding them, anyway?

[tacticalespionageaction]

Medic.

[Said with a casual hnnhhghhrhh.]

courtyard

[jumpedtheshark]

You... just burned that while cooking it, right?

[Please tell her that Snake just sucks at cooking.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He sure does but that’s not why.]

I didn’t do the cooking.

[Something he sounds slightly bitter about.]

[jumpedtheshark]

I guess even chefs make mistakes sometimes...

[She is going to ignore that.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Everyone does.

[A grunt, and he tosses some more meat out. If she’s looking she could probably make out the label on the container:

HUMAN MEAT: MEDIC]

Might as well make the best of it.

[winter1982]

Didn't think you were the type to feed the birds, Snake.

[...]

I'm guessing they belong to the resort? Or are they wild?

[tacticalespionageaction]

They're Medic's.

[An answer he feels responds to both statements.]

Didn't you notice? They only appeared after he died.