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]

[To Phil:] I'll make it up to you later ;)

[To Ripley:] If it helps you not try to beat him to death with a chair, it was my fault. I'm too handsome

[... The last part is a joke but it probably doesn't translate well]

[xenoqueen]

...You're invisible.

[Ripley frowns, stuffing her face with another handful of popcorn. Oh, my God. She didn't eat dinner today because she was busy thinking about organizing this meeting. No wonder she's so fucking hungry.]

[resortghosts]

[]

fair enough!

But really, we've been here for what, an hour now? Isn't it maybe time to call a recess here? Just a liiittle break?

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley pauses. She does need to get some food for herself, but she Doesn't Trust Like That. But...

She gets up from her chair, sighing.]

Fine. But don't get too crazy, okay?

[imstuck]

You should take some, Rips. You're the one who's working the hardest out of all of us. You're going to have an heart attack if you keep stressing yourself out like this.

[Look he's... really making an attempt here.]

[xenoqueen]

...Thanks. It's almost as if you care about me.

[Aaand off she goes to the kitchen to fix herself something. She's going to ignore the fact that Medic and Phil were literally just making out here.

Go forth. Make chaos.]

[resortghosts]

[Invisibly steeples fingers

It is time for shit to go off the rails

... probably not until after a few drinks have gone around though]