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

BOTH...

[thejusticewagon]

[...you know...

that sounds great, actually, so she'll head on up and grin widely when Cinque asks!]

I am all about hugs.

[whirlingmace]

[ Heck yes! Just going to head over to give a hug! ]

Hugs are really nice.

[ And its the best place for it with all the cute animals! ]

[thejusticewagon]

They sure are!

[hug...!]

And the animals can be hugged, right?

[whirlingmace]

They can! Well, don't hug the cats without permission. I haven't tried the birds or the squirrels yet.

[ So its an adventure to find out who you can hug ]

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, right! Because cats have a lot of sharp ends. So maybe I'll just see who's friendly and pet 'em.

[whirlingmace]

They do! And they don't like it when you tickle their toes too much. Also their stomachs are a trap.

[ Nods ]

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah... thanks for the info and taking one for the team, Cinque. You're a real trooper.

[let's see... she wants to find a friendly-looking cat...]

[resortghosts]

[CYNTHIA IS IN LUCK

The sign, ears, and shades all leap from behind the table - oh, and there's red gloves now that they're up and about, ones that look a lot like the ones from Akira's Joker outfit.

Anyway it all bounces over to her, red gloves outstretched in what is clearly a "HUG ME!!" gesture.]

[thejusticewagon]

Ah, good! I know where not to put my arms!

[SHE'S GOING TO GO AHEAD AND HUG THAT INVISIBLE PERSON!!!]

[resortghosts]

[AW YEAH INVISIBLE PERSON HUGS!!! There's no warmth, but it's still a pleasant hug nonetheless. He's gotten good at this!]

[thejusticewagon]

Haha! Now I can brag to all my friends back home that I was hugged by an invisible person!

[resortghosts]

[ Detaches to type a reply: ]

you hugged a ghost!

:>

[thejusticewagon]

It is literally my best experience with the undead at this point!

[resortghosts]

that's right, there's zombies where you're from, right?

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah! they're kind of the opposite of the ghosts here, though, thinking about it. I mean, you're souls without bodies, but they're pretty much bodies without souls.