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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restaurant

[rosebridled]

[ Uh, she was just walking by with some tea and a muffin, dude, chill.

She takes a considerate step back rather than trying to come any closer, but... hm. ]

Are you not feeling well?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Sorry Anthy, he doesn't really have any chill right now. But he does lower his head a little when she addresses him, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and not looking at her as he responds.]

N-No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

[rosebridled]

I see. [ That's. Very convincing, but she isn't interested in prying much. ] If you don't mind my saying so, the coffee probably isn't really helping whatever is... fine.

Unless it's low SP, I suppose.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[he's great at this persuasion thing, can't you see

But her words do cause him to release his vicegrip on the cup.]

Y-yeah. That makes sense. [He looks up curiously at the last part though.] Wait, what's SP?

[rosebridled]

I don't know. [ thanks akira ] I think you end up unconscious if you run out of it, though.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He doesn't really get this conversation at all but he's too distracted to really care about the mild absurdity of it so. Meh!!]

Oh... Yeah, I can safely say I'm not in danger of doing that anytime soon, so i-it's fine. I think.

[rosebridled]

You think?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well... [He pauses for a bit here.] I'm pretty sure?

[yeah he. sounds slightly confused here too.]

[rosebridled]

Things you're sure about don't usually come out sounding like questions.

[ She's not the type to press for an answer, though, so... ]

But if you are sure, I'll leave you to it.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Y-yeah, I am. Thanks again though. For checking up on me.

[Just gives her an awkward smile.]

[rosebridled]

All right.

[ PEACING OUT, THEN ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[BYE ANTHY... maybe he'll see you around another time when he isn't as keyed up]