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

[imstuck]

Good, I don't think I would trust you if you paid to have movie spit.

... So how did you pay to talk to birds?

[resortghosts]

well! Hm. What have I already told you about what was happening with me before I came here?

[He's pretty sure he briefly mentioned the hell thing at least once but he's also pretty sure Phil didn't really question it, probably assumed it was hyperbole. hah]

[imstuck]

You told me that you're a Mercenary who died a lot.

[Yeah he def interpreted the hell things as a hyperbole.]

[resortghosts]

diiiiiiid you maybe hear the part about me being in hell because that was important

[imstuck]

[And then it clicks.]

...Oh my god.

Medic did you sell your soul to talk to birds?

[resortghosts]

[Medic scribbling down shit as fast as possible before Phil flips the fuck out]

Before you get mad at me

there was a lot going on with that soul contract, just narrowing it down to talking to birds is a bit of a disservice to all the work i put into writing that thing.

if it helps! I'm the one who got the better end of the deal

[imstuck]

In exchange for your soul.

[Sorry he still needs time to adjust to this.]

[resortghosts]

you're not listening!

look, yes, I MAY have sold my soul to Satan, buuut I also tricked him into giving me another 50 years on earth after I died!

granted, that was two weeks ago, and you can see how that went. really threw a wrench in my plans!

but that's part of why I'm not too concerned about being dead right now. He owes me.
The devil repays his debts.

especially when he's contractually obligated to

[imstuck]

He sure is doing a great job at bringing you back from the dead so far, I see.

[resortghosts]

I never said it'd be immediate!

after all, i'm stuck as a ghost for now;
if I could actually go back to Hell i could argue my case again

but I'm fine being here for now