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

[resortghosts]

[There's a bit of a pause, almost as if caught in something that they weren't supposed to talk about and then-]

You're right. I'm not.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[...

He sighs.]

I'm not gonna force you to tell me if you don't want to, but if you need someone to listen or just to talk things out with, then I'll do everything I can to help.

[resortghosts]

[You know what?

Rean is getting headpats now in lieu of a typed out response.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[.............................................why this]

Um... am I missing something here?

[resortghosts]

[There's some vague spooky ghost laughter.]

No.

That was my way of saying thank you. For offering to help me.

[relentlesslyonwards]

You're welcome, I guess. ...You could've just said thanks though, you know? Er, typed thanks.

[He's totally not blushing and if you think he is then clearly it's a hallucination. Or an optical illusion.]

[resortghosts]

I think your reaction to it was cute, though, Rean.

Your face is red.

[And you thought this ghost wasn't going to tease him?]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[This is him, doomed to be trollbait forever.]

I'm not sure if I should be happy or embarrassed at being called that by a cute girl.

[resortghosts]

You should be-

... wait.

What?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Hm?]

...Did I say something weird?

[resortghosts]

Did you really mean it? Calling me... cute?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah, of course. Um... sorry, are you uncomfortable with it?

[resortghosts]

No, it's not that! It's more like it's...

(//∇//)

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He has learned emojis in the past few weeks but that one is a little too esoteric for him?? He squints at the tablet and back where he presumes she's standing.]

I'm... guessing that's a face, but what's it supposed to mean?

[she has lines on her?!]

[resortghosts]

I am very much embarrassed right now, Rean.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Oh. Oh. Although now what do.]

...I suppose that makes the two of us. [A beat. This is awkward, so maybe he should change the topic...?! His eyes flicker over to one of the textbooks, and--]

Um... feel like studying anatomy with me? [#nailedit]

[resortghosts]

[This sure became a lot awkward, now. But studying, huh?]

Sure, I guess. Why anatomy?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[What are implications, he doesn't know.]

Well, the resort's sick, so we figured it'd be a good idea to try and do some research on it. Maybe figure out the type of disease from the symptoms, that kind of thing.

[resortghosts]

[HM]

How do we even know if we can match the symptoms to actual human ones, though?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He rubs the back of his head.]

We don't. But it gives us some sort of starting point, which is better than nothing.