WEEK 3 MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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.


PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS | APPRENTICE PC POST

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[resortghosts]

drowning doesn't work for one of the monsters! you don't know for sure about the others!

... oh thank god I'm actually allowed to say that much

[xenoqueen]

...Is this Medic?

[Just. Making sure. Also the fact that Phil has sticky notes.]

We'll have to think of something that'll eliminate both the spirit and the person. [A pause.] Ideally, we'll want to eliminate just the spirit, but I don't know...if that's possible.

[resortghosts]

I'm still the only ghost using stickynotes, so yes!

Just try to think of [Aaaaaaaand the rest of the note turns into completely unreadable garbage. Occasionally Medic tries to start his sentence over, but it's no use. Finally he just tosses the note on the ground in frustration.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley watches as Medic tries again and again to write the notes. When he gives up, she sighs in frustration, running a hand through her hair.]

...It was worth a shot. [...] If you have anything other information that you might be able to say, feel free to talk to me whenever.

[flash forward to medic and phil just getting drunk off of their asses]