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

[messianic]

Hey, Inaba-san... do you mind if I give you a hug?

[I MEAN.]

[dereban]

[ internal screeching

And also, her face is a beet red now because this is embarrassing and she knows who did this. ]

... W-Was this Nanase's idea?!

[messianic]

It was...

[SCRUPULOUSLY HONEST.]

But it's something I'm happy to do, too, if you're up for it.]

[dereban]

Goddamn it.

Five seconds, that's it.

[messianic]

Five seconds it is.

[And, quietly, he steps closer to wrap his arms around her. It's a loose hug, because Minato's not really the sort for physical touch or for making people uncomfortable... but it's still reasonably snug, too.

Five seconds!]

[dereban]

[ Inaba kind of instinctively tenses up for a second, unused to the hug in spite of it being loose and finds herself just.

Looking flustered after it's done. ]

Sorry about that... [ Her voice is obviously pitching higher for a bit that it almost sounds like a different person. ]

[messianic]

You don't have to be sorry, Inaba-san.

[He tugs back, but smiles at her.]

Rather...thanks for humoring me.

[dereban]

N. . . No problem?

[messianic]

[A gentle pat on the shoulder, and he'll leave her alone.

NO MORE TORMENT FROM HIM TODAY, INABA.

Prrrrobably.]

[dereban]

[ PROBABLY?! ]