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thefoundation2018-12-03 11:28 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-12-03 11:28 am
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Week 2 Mingle
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.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
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You're really all in for your job, huh? Like an actual agent.
[He is an actual agent, Aoi. She still hasn't figured out why she ended up being an agent in the memory-dream, so it's a weird thought.]
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Some habits are just hard to kick.
[Once again, though his grunts are hard to classify, he doesn't sound too jazzed about it.]
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I’m kind of wishing I picked up some more self-defense or mafia tips before ending up here.
[She gives a little sigh, but it’s mostly for show. They’re all just really unlucky.]
Have you ever run into anything like this before? Not exactly like, but — as bad as this.
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That can only prepare you so much for the real thing. You'll never know if you're ready until you're there.
[Then...it's only a matter of if you're cut out for it or not, the price for discovery pretty high.]
Not exactly. Been through hell enough times, though. [Hnrnrhhhghh.] You've read my profile, right?
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[She's used to feeling slightly more useful than this. Because her canon really wants kids to change the world with card games. But also because she's used to having at least half-decent connections.
She drops it. It's getting into complaining territory a little too much.]
... I read your profile, but I don't think I understood most of it.
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[He's still not entirely sure how they found that out. His expression darkens a shade.]
It was something close enough.
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[She's still not entirely sure what kind, or why something like that would happen -- but she adores her own brother and could not imagine having to fight him. Duel him, maybe, someday... argue, more often than she should, but not a real fight like this.]
There was something else I was wondering about, though. [helpfully changing the subject] Why... cardboard boxes?
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Why not? They provide perfect cover, saved my ass a few times in sticky situations...
[But not just the tactical benefits of cardboard boxes...]
And they feel...nice. The close four walls, the smell. When it comes to it, there's nothing better than a cardboard box.