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]

Well I'll be honest, I am madly in love with you, Medic.

[resortghosts]

[There's a long moment of silence. Then-]

how???????

[He Doesn't Get It!!!!!!!!]

[imstuck]

Because you're really smart and kind and doesn't judge me despite all the shit you know about me.

[He's just going to curl up against Medic now.]

I don't know how one could not fall in love wit you.

[resortghosts]

[Medic looks up at Phil. He considers this. He thinks about telling Phil he's wrong, and that he's made a mistake, and that Phil has no idea what kind of disaster he's fallen in love with- if he can even call it love at this point.

Not for any self-loathing reasons, really. Just common sense and a lot of failed relationships with people who couldn't handle his particularly brand of... Medic-ness, have taught him a few things.

Instead, Medic plants light kisses at Phil's side, where the bandages were earlier in the week.]

[imstuck]

[Phil can't help but laugh lightly.]

You did such a good job healing me, you know that? One of these days I need to repay you for that.

[resortghosts]

healing people is my job, you know

i'd be disappointed in myself if i wasn't at least alright at the task

[He hums a little.]

I wouldn't say no to repayment, though ;)

[imstuck]

[Phil kisses the top of Medic's head.]

Name your price; I'm all yours.