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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[xenoqueen]

[She gently scratches the cat behind its ears. The cat squeezes its eyes shut and begins to purr, and Ripley smiles.]

Let's just hope these animals aren't like the rats. I'd hate to have my remains scattered about like cheap cat food.

[Gallows humor. Everything is starting to wear on her a lot.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He lets out a small chuckle at the sight of the cat purring, which quickly turns into an awkward laugh at the joke.]

Iiiii'd rather we not see your remains entirely, if it's all the same to you. I don't think these guys would want to have that happen either.

[He brushes the cat's cheek lightly with a finger and lets it nuzzle his hand a little.]

[xenoqueen]

I'd rather nobody see anybody's remains, but I guess it's already too late for that.

[She picks up the cat's forepaws and starts tapping it against its own belly. Sort of like this. The cat tolerates it for about ten seconds before wriggling out of her grasp and jumping onto the ground.]

No, wait, come back--

[Too late. She's been scorned by the cat, who gives her a pointed glare before stalking off, tail low to the ground. She sighs and shakes her head, though she doesn't look particularly upset by this.]

I forget that not all cats like that.

[relentlesslyonwards]

...Touché. [What a morbid topic to talk about when they're cuddling with cats... although speaking of which, he does watch with interest as she plays with hers before it leaps off.]

Ahahaha... Did you own a cat back home? It looked like you were pretty used to doing that.

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley smiles, waving her hand to catch another cat's attention.]

Yep. His name was Jones. We kept him on the ship so that he'd catch and eat whatever rodents were crawling through the vents. [A pause.] And also for morale reasons, though Brett never really liked him.

[After a few more seconds, she gives up and just goes to drink her tea. She can be patient.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[As she beckons towards another cat, his gaze drifts over to a number of the other animals around the cafe, landing on a squirrel and following its circuit around the room, movements stilling as he watches. His eyes flicker back over to her when he responds.]

Huh... Was he just not a cat person?

[xenoqueen]

[She shakes her head.] Nope. Said Jones was more trouble than he was worth, but, then again...most cats are like that.

[A small smile tugs on the corners of her mouth, but it fades quickly.] You ever have any pets?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He closes his eyes, smiling wistfully.]

Yeah, we have two at home. One's Badeaux, our hunting dog, and the other's Arthur, my dad's horse. They've been with us for as long as I could remember.