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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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While this isn't one of Medic's original flock- and thus, hasn't really been trained by Medic-, it gets the gist. Plus, it's seen Archimedes do this like a million times.
It inclines its head forward and taps its beak to Ripley's lips.]
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Good bird! [She gives the pigeon another scratch. She sounds like she's being very proud of a child who just got an A on their report card.]
You're a clever girl--are you a girl? Well, it doesn't matter, your dad must be raising you right.
[She feels a little ridiculous, talking to a pigeon like this, but it helps her.]
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It's ok, Ripley, pigeons have no concept of human embarrassment. Baby-talk it as much as you want or need.]
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You know, normally I try to stay far away from mistletoe. My crewmmates were always really annoying around Christmas.
[Absentmindedly scratching the pigeon's head.]
You're just a baby bird, though. No one can get mad at kissing you.
[Looks down at the Phil thread below]
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The word "kiss" prompts it to kiss Ripley again.]
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Brett was the most obnoxious about it. He'd purposely hang the stuff around corridors where we'd pass by the most. I think he even hung one up around Dallas's hypersleep pod so that when the captain woke up, he'd get to kiss him. Of course, by that point, it wasn't even Christmas....
[Her smile turns bittersweet. She misses them quite a lot.]
We spent most of the time asleep while traveling. I think we would've driven each other crazy if we'd spent the whole time awake.
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It notices when she gets a little sad, though. It tries to preen her hand.]
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That's enough of about that for now. You're just a baby bird, you don't need to listen to that. Maybe we ought to get you back to your dad, yeah?
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