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

[messianic]

Oh, sure.

[THUMBS UP.]

I'm not an amazing dancer or anything, but I think I can probably manage.

[whirlingmace]

[ Laughing a little ]

That's okay. I don't think I ever learned how to.

[ She'll snag his hands. They can just sway like this, right? ]

[messianic]

[THEY CAN JUST SWAY.

In a moment, actually, Minato will just casually rest a hand on her shoulder and one (innocently) on her waist, and tug her into a dance that's half-remembered steps and half made up as he goes.

But!

It's something, slow and steady.]

Something like this is probably fine, right?

[whirlingmace]

[ Oh that's better! She'll copy him by putting her hand on his shoulder and waist too. Grinning. ]

Hehe! Yeah, this is fine.

[ She'll keep up. ]

Did you see Sataling's ears and tail earlier?

[messianic]

I did--they were cute, right?

[he wants cute animal ears...]

Soft and fuzzy cat ears... This place is so weird.

[whirlingmace]

Very cute. He could move them!

[ A beat ]

Do you think his pants have a hole in them now?

[messianic]

[................A slow blink.]

I...didn't really think about it.

I think I probably should still not think about it, to be honest.

[whirlingmace]

But how did his tail fit?

[ They should think about it for science ]

[messianic]

Cinque-san...

I'll leave it to you to figure out that answer, okay?

[whirlingmace]

Okay!

[ She seems to accept that. ]

[messianic]

[Good enough for him.

He comes to a stop with the dance, patting her shoulder once.]

That's probably good, huh? Nice job, Cinque-san.

You can go back to terrorizing people now.

[whirlingmace]

Yup it is. Thank you, Mimi!

[ Smiling. ]

I'll tell everyone I went with your encouragement.

[ Hehe. Time to get Sataling again! ]