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

[imstuck]

[This morning Phil opens the fortune cookie, and he scoffs at the fortune inside of it.]

Wow thanks. I feel like they're conspiring against me to give me everything as shitty as possible in this place. The universe is already doing a great job anyway.

[Phil continues to go about his day but he's just... talking out loud to himself about any weird thing. For example, in the Kitchen he just starts speaking to anyone who comes in]

You know if they hadn't tortured me with cake I'm pretty sure I would be sick of them anyway because of how much I've eaten sweets these past few years.

Believe me, if I wasn't in a time loop I would have the worst diabetes right now.

[Eventually he's in the restaurant area, laying on one of the chairs.

Then, completely unprompted:]

I'm pretty sure the only reason why I'm still alive right now is because no one cares about me enough to kill me.

kitchen

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley has...sort of been distracted the past few hours after opening up her cookie. How has she not noticed that there's so much to pay attention to? She's pretty sure she stood and watched the rats crawl around for, like, thirty minutes. She also stared at the wall for a while, trying to pick out anything that she might've missed the first time around. Ended up confirming what everyone's been experiencing for the past few days regarding the Staff and how things are wearing down around here.

It's only a few hours later that it occurs to her that she needs to get food, which prompts her to wander into the kitchen. And...that's when she sees Phil. She stops for a second, staring at him.]

That's...good to know? [Crumbs on his shirt collar. Hm.] Did you eat a fortune cookie?

[imstuck]

No I didn't. They taste like sweet styrofoam and the idea of sugar makes me sick.

I just read the fortune and it was shit. "The best things in life are free", that's talk from someone who never had to think about how much things cost.

[xenoqueen]

I mean, that's a reasonable parallel to make.

[...Is it just her, or is he being more of an asshole today than yesterday? She crosses her arms.]

Or you could be reading into it way too much. Why the hell are you complaining so much?

[Well. Moreso than usual.]

[imstuck]

[Bluntly, not even looking up from searching through the cabinets:]

I complain because the moment I think what's wrong with myself I spiral into a pit of depression that I know I will never get myself out of.

[xenoqueen]

[Phil? Admitting a flaw about himself??? Something is definitely up, here. Ripley raises an eyebrow. On the one hand, it would be more responsible to inform him of his behavior. On the other hand, it's kind of funny to watch him.]

Is that so? [No wonder he's so abrasive all the time.] Maybe you should seek help for that.

[imstuck]

I already take medication, Rips. And therapists are all quacks.

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley studies Phil's face for a moment, raising an eyebrow.]

I know therapy isn't for everyone, but have you considered that maybe therapy isn't a one day process?

[Putting on a slightly sharper tone.]

fortunate

[resortghosts]

[Medic's still chilling in Phil's bed, because Wednesday night sure did happen and this thread needs to be a disaster from the moment it begins. He's not all that awake yet, but he does sit up a little when Phil starts talking, blinking blearily at him.

Medic puts his glasses back on, grabs a stickynote and scribbles something down. His handwriting is atrocious when he's half awake, but it's better than trying to type.]

i would hope that not everything here is shitty, or else i might be offended

hi i already hate this thread

[imstuck]

I do appreciate how you let me top, [Then, without even a pause:] even if I don't deserve it.

lets just slap a whole god damn CW Nsfw Text on this thread

[resortghosts]

[Medic wakes up a little bit at that. Wait, did he fuck up. Did he make Phil feel inadequate or something by joking before. He's now assuming that until proven otherwise]

Of course I let you, you wanted to! I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want

Don't read this at work kids you'll never be able to explain it

[imstuck]

[Phil shakes his head.]

Of course I wanted to, but to tell you the truth I'm not as much as a top as I say I am.

I just insist on topping so I don't seem unmanly by allowing myself to bottom.

who the fuck is out here reading bill murray/medic tf2 at work. theyre living their best lives

[resortghosts]

well

yes

i figured that much out already

[You're not as subtle as you think you are Phil]

do i have to teach you to unlearn harmful stereotypes about gay sex because i dont think im awake enough yet

that person is me

[imstuck]

Please don't. I'd honestly rather to anything right now than "unlearn harmful stereotypes".

And if you tell anyone about this I will find a way to murder a ghost. Don't even test me.

[resortghosts]

oh thank god because im not up for that either

phil do you really think i spend my days gossiping about the top or bottom status of everyone i sleep with

restaurant area

[jumpedtheshark]

Well... is that really a bad thing?

[Tsumugi doesn't seem phased by his sudden unprompted statement. She just tilts her head slightly in curiosity.]

A low presence is important to survival in a game like this.

[Granted, she's not taking her own advice this time around, huh?]

[imstuck]

Great, I'm glad my only tool for survival is everyone else's apathy towards me

...

That was sarcasm, by the way.

[jumpedtheshark]

Well... it's better than being the center of attention like Kurusu-kun.

[Akira has target painted all over him thanks to his actions.]

[imstuck]

[Phil is silent for a moment]

Who?

[Yeah he only knows him as "Akira"]

restaurant

[winter1982]

[Bennings is sitting at the table right in front of Phil, so when Phil says that he stops eating and turns around to face him with eyebrows raised.]

If that's how it works, then no one cares about me either.

[He picks a breadstick off his plate and takes a bite, talking with his mouth full.]

Isn't us being alive supposed to be a good thing?

[imstuck]

C'mon Bennings, despite the fact that you gored me that one time I still care about you.

[That's what you wanted right?]

I guess? But with other people dying I can't help but wonder why are they bothering to keep me alive?

[winter1982]

.....That was meant to be a joke, but it's nice to hear you don't hate me after that. Honest accident and I'm sorry it happened.

[Like, really sorry.]

Hell if I know. Why don't you go up to the monsters and ask that question yourself?

[imstuck]

You're still cute at least, I can get over a lot with that.

[Please shoot him.]

That would be a lot easier if I knew who any of them were, first of all.

[winter1982]

I really don't know if "cute" is a word I'd ever use to describe myself, but I'll take it. You're still pretty good looking too, you know.

[Sorry, all out of bullets.]

Well when we figure out their identities we can ask 'em. And then torch 'em. How does that sound?

[imstuck]

[Phil winks at Bennings.]

I mean you're pretty hot too if that makes you feel better.


I think it defeats the point of asking to die if we just torch them, but I'm not against the idea of setting people on fire.