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

[jumpedtheshark]

Wear this! Your hair isn't long enough... but everything else matches Tsugumi almost perfectly!

[Horrible choice Rean. At least this is one of the more simple maid outfits here.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Never before(?) has his sense of judgement failed him so thoroughly. Which is probably part of why he's just staring at the maid outfit like it's some kind of bomb.]

Uh. [............] You're not kidding, are you. Um, are you even sure it'll fit? I mean, that's designed for girls, right?

[jumpedtheshark]

Don't worry, the original body measurements were based on Kurusu-kun, so you should be fine.

[You know. Just in case the cat features come back and he changes his mind on his opinion of maids. It never hurts to be prepared.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

I kind of feel like I both want to and don't want to ask.

[But well, he can only delay the countdown to his impending death by so long. One last question though:]

You just want me to put it on, right? [surely she's not asking for him to wear it for the rest of the evening or anything.]

[jumpedtheshark]

I gave into my hobbies...

[It was worth it though.]

Yeah. I'd also appreciate pictures... but it's your choice. Taking someone's picture without their permission... it's a huge no in the world of cosplay!

[relentlesslyonwards]

...There's definitely worse ones out there, that's for sure.

[Just. Takes the outfit from her.]

Well... if it makes you happy, then we might as well go all the way with this. Just... try not to pass them around if you don't need to.

[jumpedtheshark]

I promise that the pictures won't get passed around.

[Unless she dies and her tablet gets taken. Who knows where those pictures will go then.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

Thanks.

[rean starts a small prayer circle for tsumugi to live]

I... guess I'll get changed now. I'll be back in a bit.

[As there are apparently no public washrooms on the first floor and he definitely is not changing out in the open, he's trekking back to his room to do this. It probably takes about 25 minutes for him to come back decked out in the maid outfit, looking completely defeated with his shoulders drooping and his head sagging.]

This... this is fine, right?

[jumpedtheshark]

[Oh Rean....]

It is!

[A few pictures are snapped quickly.]

Thank you, you can change back now.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[oh thank Aidios. The moment she gives the go ahead, he hurries back to his room, keeping his head down the whole time. Taking it off is easier than the reverse, so he's back in the lobby 10 minutes later with a neatly folded uniform in his hands.]

H-here. [Just going to hold the clothes out to her, although he doesn't meet her eyes the whole time. Is that a slight blush on his cheeks too? Or maybe it's just the lighting, who knows.]

[jumpedtheshark]

Thank you.

[She'll take the outfit back and return it to the pile. She'll be nice and not comment on the blushing.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Well, that's kind of her?!]

A-anyways. I guess it's your turn. Truth or dare?