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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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[Blue Angel’s voice wasn’t argumentative in the first place, but she softens it further.
She’s kind of figured out how to connect with those her age, but she’s still working out how to approach many of the adults. She’s figured out that a hand on the shoulder is a good idea for the likes of Akira and Minato, but she has no idea how to reach out or do a dialogue here. The things that make Ripley admirable also make her hard to work with.
Still. She’ll try.]
I’m saying that we might need to consider different solutions. It might not be about what’s wrong or right, especially while we’re trapped in this game. It might be about how many of us can live, and who’s really telling the truth. I think we need to figure that out, first of all.
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Stop. No. You can't lose it in front of everyone else right now. You can't. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think--]
Right. You're right, it's just--there's so much to focus on, and--
[She falls silent, rubbing her face and staring at the ground intensely.]
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[She really doesn’t come from a time or a place or a background where PTSD is common, or at least people hide it away in the dark, so she really has little experience dealing with or recognizing the symptoms. She does manage to get that there is something wrong, though, and moves in a little closer, hovering and unsure. If there’s no response to that, she will... try a hand on her arm??
Hopefully that’s not too startling.]
I think it might be a good idea to try this again later. Everyone’s still pretty worked up because of the Outsider.
[She herself is no exception, but she’s had time to sort things through and possibly played way too much Duel Monsters to clear her head.]
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Right--Right. Later. I'm fine.
[She gives Aoi a shaky smile, though she looks very distracted right now. Then again, that whole thing happens later.]
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