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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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Blinking in confusion, she raises her head to apologize automatically and just meets thin air and oh, right, there's something near her feet. What a saucy raccoon. But why is there a raccoon. She only barely bothers to ask questions like that anymore.
Just... slowly closing her book.]
... I thought I heard something about a raccoon. Did you come from the animal cafe?
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How dare you imply spice block works in an animal cafe!!]
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With a small sigh -- she's talking to raccoons now, not that she doesn't talk to animals at the cafe too but still -- Blue Angel decides to just take a studying sabbatical for the moment and crouches down cautiously. Keeps her limbs clear of the raccoon for now.]
I guess not? You're pretty loud, I would have noticed you. Let me guess... another guest?
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Finally, a correct assumption!]
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[Either this raccoon is a bigger shut-in than Nanashi or... it just recently arrived. If it was recent enough that it was after the game or the anomaly had started, then they might have something. Even if it is a furry woodland creature. Maybe she's grasping at straws at this point??
Whatever, she's been reading about mitochondria and shit for hours, let her have this.]
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You can't tell what it's saying, because it's saying it in raccoon.]
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Sorry, I don't speak raccoon. That's... probably pretty rude when you can understand me just fine, but bear with me, okay?
[God, this went from zero to Sudden Animal Ambassadorship, but hey. This is probably still easier than dealing with ghostly communication. At least she can see the creature.]
Did you arrive hours, days, weeks, months or years ago? Just... nod when I say the right one.
[She'll repeat that string of prompts.]
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That's... How many hours? Um, just tap a paw the number of times or something.
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Two hours is... a really short amount of time. That means that guests are still arriving at the Resort, even though they've been trapped here what feels like forever. She thinks for a moment.]
What... date was it where you came from? Ah, that's a question that would be hard to answer just with charades. [...] Do you happen to know Morse code?
[Whatever, she speaks English, Japanese, and Morse code now, might as well try everything.]
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Trundles off.
Bye]
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Well, you can't say she didn't try. She does try to call after the raccoon for a moment, but it's also not like he's going anywhere, so eventually she just goes back to her book. Next time, Spice Block.]