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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[resortghosts]

[A little over a week ago, the knowledge that he not only needed to continue eating as a ghost- but eat well- came as a bit of a disappointment. But Medic persevered- if he needed to eat properly to continue interacting with his environment, then he was gonna become a fucking Health God.

... More or less.

Anyway, there's definitely an invisible man at the restaurant, unscrewing and inspecting pieces of an odd device- a few may remember him calling it his Medigun. There are four empty plates on the table beside him, stacked on top of each other, as well as one full plate that he's actively eating from whenever he bothers to put the screwdriver down.

He has been working for ten straight hours.

If the living focus, they can hear faint muttering and cursing. At some point a little after noon, there's a brief, elated shout when the Medigun sparks to life, a hazy smoke of red energy trailing from the barrel. It quickly turns to disappointed groaning when, yet again, the device refuses to budge from the lowest settings.

Later still, there's a man-shaped figure covered with pigeons at the animal cafe. He needs to de-stress a bit.

... Wait, not all of those are pigeons. How the hell did he get a bunch of birds of prey to flock to him, let alone sit calmly with his pigeons?

(the wildlife rehabber in me dislikes animal cafes that use wildlife but i cant pass this up)]

Animal cafe

[imstuck]

[Phil enters the cafe

Sees the swarm of birds

And turns around to leave]

[resortghosts]

[An eagle screeches from Medic's shoulder.]

[imstuck]

[LEAVING FASTER]

[resortghosts]

[Faint giggling can be heard from behind Phil.

Before Phil can actually leave, a pigeon lands on his shoulder. It's... Ok, it's hard to tell the white pigeons apart if you're not Medic, but something tells Phil this is probably Archimedes. Probably the fact that this bird is looking him right in the eyes with this weirdly-judgemental stare.

Archimedes coos once and flutters his wings, looking back at Medic.]

[imstuck]

[Oh, hi bird. Phil stares at Archemedes for a few moments before shrugging.]

What? It’s not my fault I got mauled by an eagle and don’t want to look at them ever again.

[God he’s talking to a bird what is wrong with him.]

[resortghosts]

[Archimedes tilts his head.

After a moment, the bird turns to look at Medic and coos again- a short, sharp sound, almost like a command.

It takes a moment, but the eagle on Medic's shoulder reluctantly takes off and flies to a perch elsewhere in the cafe.

You're free, Phil.]

[imstuck]

[Blinks]

Oh. Thanks?

[What the hell just happened.

Well... he guesses he’s going towards Medic now.]

[resortghosts]

[Archimedes preens at Phil's hair. He has accepted you.

Medic holds up a sticky note as Phil returns.]

If it helps, I actually did not remember the eagle thing until you walked in

[imstuck]

[He has been accepted as a bird dad.....

Phil takes a seat and sits down near Medic, still eyeing that eagle.]

Yeah I have my doubts I'll be able to comfortably be near an eagle for a long time now.

... You think the entire animal kingdom has it out for me, Medic?

[resortghosts]

Well, not all of them. Archimedes has decided to trust you, after all.

[Medic can't say one way or the other about rodents, though.]

Eagles aren't really my area of expertise, anyway. I learned quite a bit from helping Soldier, but my preference remains with my flock.

[imstuck]

Are you sure he doesn't just want to make a nest out of my head?

[He's joking really!]

What's the story with your flock anyway? No offense but it doesn't seem normal to be covered in birds like that.

[resortghosts]

Maybe on your head, but not in it. He knows I prefer you alive.

[Phil can't see it, but Medic just has. The biggest goddamn grin on his face at that question. This is one of his favorite stories to tell.]

Well! The short explanation is that I stole them!

The slightly longer explanation is that I stole them from a wedding!

The longer-than-that explanation is that I stole them from a Prime Minister's wedding!

restauraunt

[xenoqueen]

[...Who left a hunk of scrap metal on the table--? Oh, oh shit, that's Medic's. Ripley eyes the screwdriver floating about the device, occasionally dipping down to fiddle with some part of the device. Her eyes drift to the empty plates stacked on top of each other, then back to the Medigun.

After a moment, she walks over to pick up the dirty plates.]

Maybe you ought to take a break.

[resortghosts]

[The screwdriver jerks in surprise- or rather, the man holding it does. Medic didn't notice her coming.

The screwdriver is placed back on the table and Medic scribbles on a note.]

There has to be a way to make it work again. I keep getting so close!!!

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley frowns, sliding the plates onto the counter for the Chef to take.]

Do you want me to take a look at it? Can't say I know what's going on here, but maybe a fresh pair of eyes would do you good.

[resortghosts]

Help yourself. I've tried getting outside help already, but nothing's changed.

It's worked perfectly before with even more damage than this.

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley leans over the device, frowning and tilting her head. She almost immediately loses her place, given the fact that the Medigun seems to be slapped together and holding onto a prayer. But it...somehow...works??? She thinks???? There's no evidence to indicate otherwise.

After a few minutes of checking and double-checking the circuitry, she points towards a small junction in the circuitry.]

There's a transistor here that's been wired backwards, but...other than that, I don't see anything wrong with it. [She shakes her head.] Because I don't understand how any of this is wired, to be frank. How the hell did you get this thing to work in the first place?

[resortghosts]

Thank you- those were fine before, I must've swapped them without thinking. I've been working on this for most of the night.

I really hope I do get it working just so I can prove to you that you need to stop judging it :/

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley snorts and rolls her eyes.]

I'm not judging it, I just think that you should spend a little time making sure that your work is neat. Saves time when it comes to making repairs.

Will you at least take a break so that you don't kill yourself over-- [wait] --you know what, nevermind. You're dead already.

[resortghosts]

I have had to rebuild this thing from the blown-apart pieces more times than you can count. After a while the looks stop mattering as much as functionality and efficiency.

[And he's stubborn]

I can technically still pass out from exhaustion, but I'm fine as long as I eat frequently!

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley frowns.]

I thought the point of being dead is that you don't have to keep yourself...you know. Alive? [She tilts her head towards the plate.]

Unless I missed out on the memo about ghosts.

[resortghosts]

I know right??? But no, in order to interact with things around me I have to eat a lot. And sleep. It's exhausting otherwise.

[Half of why he's putting up with it is to kiss his bfs let's be honest]

[xenoqueen]

What's the difference between just being an invisible man that can't talk and being a ghost? Can you even go through walls?

[She taps a finger against her chin, frowning. She thought she had this weird shit figured out but things just keep getting confusing and weird.]

[resortghosts]

I can!
I can't carry solid objects through walls, though, except the clothes I'm wearing.

I think I'm just, like... A poltergeist who has to eat a lot.