WEEK 3 MINGLE

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WEEK 3

Week three opens like the other two weeks, but when you wake up, you know there's been a change in the area. At first, nothing is wrong - but when you look at any window, you aren't greeted with the cheery sight of the outside - instead, there's just a cold, harsh blackness. Trying to leave out the doors is impossible, too - if you try, you just find yourself back on the couches in the lobby. On top of that....The Staff are beginning to act even stranger, their glitching out becoming more obvious. Sometimes, they seemingly go blank mid sentence and walk away, as if they were reset, and slur or stutter their words.

The weather is...well, non-existent, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. 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. Yet, it doesn't seem like you're any closer to solving this...

And time still ticks onwards, regardless if you're ready or not.


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Comments

Everett is bullying me

[imstuck]

[Hey good news, Ripley: Phil's here now!

Bad news, he's going to be wholly useless. Phil props his feet on one of the tables as he looks both bored and dead inside.]

We could always sit here and wait for the monsters to finally kill us off.

im being attacked rn

[xenoqueen]

[Not enough to warrant a chair. But still. Ripley rolls her eyes.]

Great. We'll offer you as bait, first.

cw suicide idealation

[imstuck]

Finally, the sweet embrace of death is upon me.

[xenoqueen]

Take this seriously. We're trying to fight for our lives and all you can think about is how sorry you are for existing?!

[imstuck]

What do you want me to do, Rips? I thought we already established that I'm not exactly useful in these situations.

[xenoqueen]

I don't know!

[She growls in frustration.] Just...anything other than what you're doing right now! For God's sake, you have three boyfriends for whatever reason, act like you care about them! Protect them!

[Have a chair to drive the point home.]

[imstuck]

[Well that chair is enough to knock him over. He gets up and looks like he's going to continue argue until the last part hits him.

Phil sighs and runs a hand through his hair.]

Damn it Rips...

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley crosses her arms. Finally. It only took two weeks of work to get through to him.]

So, are you going to help us find a way to kill those bastards once and for all?

[resortghosts]

[Medic is getting distracted.

He didn't mean to be- he genuinely came to this meeting completely seriously, because he likes Ripley! He respects her! He completely is on board with the concept behind this meeting!

But after over 30 messages on his tablet have failed to go through or turned into gibberish, and dozens of crumpled up stickynotes where his writing suddenly turned into indecipherable chickenscratch- well.

It's hard to be a contributing member to a meeting if it's literally impossible for you to contribute anything useful beyond "yes let's make sure the kids don't do something stupid".

So he's bored. And when Phil starts acting up, he's maaaaybe a bit more of an enabler than he should be.

And so, like a kid passing notes in class, he waits for Ripley to turn her back and hands Phil the following message:]

how much alcohol do you think they have in the kitchen

[imstuck]

[Despite how shitty he's being, Phil is trying. Losing his filter about a decade ago and having zero good coping mechanisms makes it a struggle for him to do anything truly productive.

He actually perks up a tiny bit when he gets the note, however. Well Ripley did say to protect his boyfriends. And what's more protective than giving them a release from their stress?

... Probably a lot more things but Medic is dead how much physical protection does he need?

In a low voice, Phil responds.]

You want to go see?

[resortghosts]

[It's fine sometimes you just need to have fun with your bf instead of thinking about the threat of death and also the fact that he's a ghost]

Yes, but try to be subtle about it. And don't let her know I'm going with you, it'll seem more suspicious.

[imstuck]

[Phil nods and calls out to Ripley.]

Hey, uh, I noticed we don't have any snacks so I'm going to go grab something so we all have something to eat. Do you guys want anything?

[He's pretty sure that's good!]

[xenoqueen]

[?]

If you don't mind, some popcorn might be nice.

[Hm. This is a change. At least he's trying to be helpful?]

[imstuck]

[Phil flashes a thumbs up as he heads to the kitchen.]

Popcorn, got it!

[In the very least Phil is going to listen to her request! When he gets to the kitchen, he grabs a back of popcorn and throws it into the microwave.]

Luckily the popping should cover up any suspicious sounds for a bit.

[geckodad]

[Phil enters, drops his pessimism, and looks bored and dead inside. Iwai's reaction...]

We lasted three minutes before despair washed over us. So much for being the rolemodels of the group.

[...shows he's not taking it seriously. Thanks, Phil!]

[imstuck]

Buddy if you want a role model you're in the wrong place. No child should trust me with anything.

[I'm so sorry Iwai.]

[geckodad]

Sounds like the kind of adult some teens here would like.

[This is a rowdy bunch of teenagers, Phil. Sensible, reliable adults aren't what they look up to, haha]

[imstuck]

Great I can be a good role model to the teens then.

[Please punch him.]

[xenoqueen]

[No punching, but there's a chair flying your way.]

[imstuck]

Ow!

[Phil falls over again. He gets up to glare at Ripley.]

I'm just kidding!

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake shrugs.]

Kids tend to be better at it than adults. Pessimism comes with age.

[imstuck]

And time.

[He says as if there's a difference normally.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

You mean you weren't before?

[He doubts it.]

[imstuck]

[Lightly shoves Snake.]

I like to think I had some self control before this shit started.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He smirks a little at that.]

Really? Didn't think you were the type.