WEEK 4 MINGLE

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WEEK 4

The weekend that just passed was....frankly, a lot. Yet despite all odds, you somehow pulled out a win from the jaws of utter defeat. As you wake up feeling tired but happy, the speakers crackle to life with the voice of The Lady.

"Attention, Guests. This week, The game is temporarily suspended. This week, there will be no mafia kill. Take a break for your hard work."

And...indeed, it seems like this is a peace week. The Staff, after the disappearance of The Captain, are acting worse than they did last week - not only is there the blankness and the stuttering, but sometimes they even get orders wrong, with potentially hazardous results. Asking the Staff for things has become more dangerous and unreliable, but at least you meals are still good. Speaking of, The Chef has put a sign up on the door, reading "DO NOT TAKE KNIVES WITHOUT ASKING FIRST!! THAT MEANS YOU!!" written in big, angry letters. The resort also seems to be gearing up for Christmas - there are lights and trees scattered around the place, as well as mistletoe for couples to get their public displays of affection on. There's also some other holiday decorations around, for Kwanzaa and....something else you definitely have never seen before. The thing....wriggles, and you don't want to be around it for long.

The weather is still nothing, 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. Are you getting closer to the truth of this place, maybe? It's hard to say.


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Comments

[justfists]

[honestly, she's stuck staring at the sign on the kitchen door, at some point today.

sure, she already looked like shit, despite her decision to go from "nice girl" to "punk rock" looks. but.

uh. yeah, ok she's gong to break down crying at that one.

sorry everyone.]

[resortghosts]

[ This ghost is instantly recognizable by the bunny hoodie at least. When he spots Makoto there, he walks over and crouches by her side, patting her on the back. Are you ok...? ]

[justfists]

[she's fine-- she flinches from the touch at first, and then immediately tries to straighten, and quickly wipe her eyes off.]

I-I'm f-fine.

[resortghosts]

[ ...

Yeah, sorry, Ichigo. He's just going to skim her thoughts, trying to see if he can figure out what food and drink she wanted. In the meantime, he's also using his free hand to try to gently push her up and towards the tables as he manipulates the tablet with his other. ]

[justfists]

[she just wanted miso soup and maybe some ginger, something light, something easy for her to eat. She almost resists going to the tables, but. Yoshi is trying hard, and she doesn't want to fight.]

[resortghosts]

[ Easy enough! He'll walk with her to the table and even pull out a chair for her. Please sit!

And then he'll run over and get the chef to bring exactly that to her to eat. ]

[justfists]

[oh.]

... Yoshi, how did you know?

[resortghosts]

[ Pausing to type. UHHHHH. ]

intuition?

[justfists]

[intuition, question mark? she takes the miso soup, and a pair of chopsticks to start eating. It's slow, like she's forcing herself to do it.]

It's not intuition.

[resortghosts]

[ Droop. And then rapid typing. ]

i scanned your mind to see what food you wanted

that's all i saw i promise!!

the thoughts were still close to the surface so i didn't see anything else i swear!

[purrtagonist]

[. . . ah. . .]

[coming up next to her, reaching out to touch her arm gently. he's letting her cry it out; he mostly wants her to understand she isn't alone]

[justfists]

[he... doesn't need to guess to figure out who inspired that sign.]

[purrtagonist]

[CAN'T IMAGINE AT ALL, RIGHT. . .]

Hey. . .

Do you need to sit down?

[justfists]

[she wipes her eyes quickly, trying to recover before she-- no, she's definitely set off a new round of fuss for him, and embarrassed herself in front of anyone else who approaches.

She swallows.]

N-No, I'm fine.

[time to turn away from the sign.]

[purrtagonist]

[yes, good plan]

Hey.

Remember that it wasn't you, okay?

[you're not to blame, is what goes unsaid]