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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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[It's totally like being in cosplay or clanking around every day. It's also a little more challenging to take care of than she would have anticipated -- which she hadn't, because she's not usually the type of person who would cosplay her avatar.
But sure, they can go hang out in her room with her outfits...!]
I don't know how much it changed my body type? [the boobs are bigger, but she's ignoring that part] But my hair, mostly. It's not this long or this color. And other colors, like my eyes.
[Also her entire fashion sense.]
clanking your way down town
Let's go! Clanking on over there. ]
You could always ask the staff for other clothes, you know.
[ Case in point or mask in point? ]
walking fast! masks passin' we're homebound!
Anyway, clankety-clank over to the blue room, where the closet is in fact filled with all manner of Blue Angel-esque clothes... half of it, anyway. The other half is Aoi's clothes. Pastel minimalism all the way across the board, and she's mostly been using these as pajamas or lounging clothes in the privacy of her room.]
I have a few different types of clothes. But some of the outfits just go with this avatar better.
[Or it feels a little weird if she has her own clothes on. It also feels almost weird to still call herself an avatar after this long. Blue Angel has always been an extension of herself.]
I guess I could expand my wardrobe, though...
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Is it hard with all of the wings?
[ Back wings. Skirt wings. There might even be hair wings or something? Who knows. This isn't something Cinque could ever be trusted to wear ]
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Believe it or not, it's not usually a problem back home. It's all fake, and also... we usually either duel on the ground or in the air. It's not hard to get around at all.
[She's had to be a bit more careful here about getting caught on things, though it helps that the resort's space is so much wider than she's used to. Even in modernized Den City, there's a certain economy of space in all but the newest buildings.]