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]

[Ripley pauses, twirling a strand of hair in her fingers.]

I'm not sure. I figured Ellie would have one, given she was the one who brought it up, but if not, I could come up with something. I was thinking about attaching a line to whoever crawled into the vents for safety reasons. Maybe even have a motion sensor to see if there was anything sneaking up from behind the person in the vents.

[You know. Like in Alien. Before Dallas died.]

Unless we have a gigantic prescription of ibuprofen, I don't think the resort's getting better on its own.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah, a safety line seems like a pretty good idea for this. [...] Maybe a communications device on both ends, too? Although I don't know how helpful the staff will be in providing that kind of thing.

[Because they're pretty wonky today...]

Yeah, I agree. But if whoever goes in really does end up getting chased down by their immune system, it doesn't seem like a good idea to attack them either. That'd only make things worse for us.

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley pauses.] I could re-purpose the radio I tried to make the first week, though there's no guarantee that it would be safe or reliable to use. I'd rather try to find something else to communicate with.

[Listen, she's not saying she doesn't want to go into the vents! It's just...she'd rather avoid death at all costs.]

Maybe we could just...send it...to sleep? Or whatever.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I have my ARCUS, but I'm pretty sure nothing else is compatible with it and I don't expect any kind of reception here anyways. We could probably set up signals for the safety line though, although we'd have to keep it simple.

[He would definitely agree with her about the death thing though. There's a thoughtful pause at the sleep suggestion though.]

Huh. Yeah, I mean... there's no reason we shouldn't be able to, right?

[xenoqueen]

[A nod.] Communication will be key in this situation, of course.

[The difference between life and death, though...she doesn't...want to think about that right now. Especially given her previous experience with crawling through vents.]

If we could get our hands on some weapons, maybe--

[And then an idea hits her. She snaps her fingers, gesturing to Rean.] You know how some viruses make their way into your body? They purposely disguise themselves so that they're recognized as part of the system, itself. What if we were to somehow mask ourselves so that the resort wouldn't see us as a threat as we went into the vents?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He watches Ripley carefully as she runs through her train of thought, nodding at the very end.]

Huh... yeah, that would be something we could try. So maybe just... dress up as them or something?

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley taps a finger against her chin.]

I'm not sure if the immune system can be fooled so easily, but it might be worth it to give it a try. Maybe...maybe ask for one of the Staff uniforms?