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thefoundation2018-12-17 10:54 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-12-17 10:54 am
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WEEK 4 MINGLE
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.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
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[She can't keep the irritation out of her voice, and she freezes for a moment. She sighs, trying to calm down.]
I'm sorry, it's just...it's been a long week.
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But I think I would not want to even if I could. There is a fine line between 'guidance' and 'absolution' that I do not want to cross. And I think none of you would want that kind of a life either.
But I can tell you this: Encephalitis can be cured, if caught early. And it is still early.
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[Ripley lets out a frustrated sigh. It's just...after facing riddle after riddle that she can't seem to unravel, more pieces to the puzzle only add onto the headache.
...A different mode of questioning, maybe.]
Is there any way to get home to our respective worlds, after we get out of this resort?
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Die in this world, and if your soul isn't caught by someone like young Kurosaki here, or Sol, then it should go back to its own world naturally.
Unfortunately, I believe you also die in your own world, so you would just be re-entering the cycle of reincarnation there.
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[Christ. What a dilemma.]
Not dying here is easier said than done, but thanks, I guess. Is there anything else that you can tell me that might help us?
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Beyond that, just keep talking to people. Including the Apprentice and the Outsider. You were sent here for their sakes, were you not?
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I'll do my best. There's still so much I need to do, and...
[She trails off, hesitating.]
Thank you for speaking with me. I'll need to think this information over.
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And when you find your way out of that resort- because I do believe in you, I think your group can do it- come find me. I would love to have another conversation, if you are willing.
[With that, a location is placed into Ripley's mind. Should she ever want to go visit dog, she will know how to get there.]