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

[xenoqueen]

[The hug is unexpected. Ripley stiffens up a little, then hastily wipes her face, trying to keep her expression neutral.]

I'm fine, just--just give me some time.

[Said in a slightly wavering voice as she tries to focus on something else--anything else. She doesn't move away from the contact, though.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic switches to notes, being careful not to let anyone see what he's writing except her.]

I know you'll be fine. That doesn't mean you have to be alone

[He holds her a little tighter, his hand squeezing her shoulder again.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley tries to focus on her breathing for the moment, though it's more easily said than done--her mind keeps trying to turn back to the loud sirens, the flamethrower in her hand, sweat trickling down her face as panic wells in her chest, hearing the countdown tick down number by number--

No. Stop. Just stop. She sighs and rubs her face with a hand, leaning a little bit towards Medic. She appreciates it--this whole conversation has felt like banging her head into a brick wall made of teenagers.]

[resortghosts]

[Watching Ripley try to catch her breath, Medic is more and more thankful for that conversation earlier this morning. Knowing that she trusts him makes it a lot easier to feel like he's not overstepping boundaries by trying to comfort her.

Medic's hand rubs circles into her back, and if Ripley listens closely, she can hear faint humming.

After a bit, he writes something down again.]

You don't have to stay here. You can go back to your room. It's ok

[xenoqueen]

[There's a pause, and Ripley gets up from her seat, eyes focused blankly on the space in front of her.]

I'll be in my room, if anyone needs me.

[Her voice is flat and quiet, but...not authoritative as it usually is. She turns and starts walking mechanically back down the hallway, hand pressed against the wall as if to ground herself.

Medic might see that once she's a reasonable distance away, she'll start running.]

[resortghosts]

[:(

Medic's glad to see her go, at least. It's better than her trying to stomach hanging around here and fielding more and more comments.

He doesn't go after her immediately- he's pretty sure that won't end well. He hangs around the meeting for now, only half paying attention.]