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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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Now there's two men in the box.]
I think I'd like to get the message in person :)
[The pigeon is now perched on top of the box.]
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Hnnrhrghhhh gay]I, uh-
[He clears his throat.]
I can’t see your face, doc.
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that certainly doesn't stop Phil from trying
[But he'll oblige. Medic shuffles forward (It's awkward trying to maneuver around under a box when you don't do it that often, ok) and places a hand on Snake's shoulder to steady himself. He tilts his head forward, pausing for a moment when he's less than a centimeter from Snake's face, as if he's waiting to see if Snake will back out.
He breathes in, slowly. Breathes out. And leans in to kiss Solid Snake.]
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But, as it stands, things are different now. This place, for all it was, had changed him, or...no. It had allowed him to change, to accept things than push them away.
And so, placing a hand on the approximation of his arm, Snake leans forward into Medic's kiss.]
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The kiss is brief and chaste, and when Medic breaks it he laughs, leaning his forehead against Snake's.]
you know, i just remembered- one of my partners back home uses cardboard boxes for stealth reasons, too. does this mean i have a really specific type
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Moving slightly to read the note.]
All this time you've only wanted me for my boxes. [An amused hnrnghghhh.] I should've known.
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yes, it's very unfortunate. I am attracted to boxes and boxes alone. the men inside them are just a bonus
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Snake grunts, tilting his head away slightly, both deliberating on returning the gesture and a little flustered.]
At least I don't have to worry about disappointing.
[Can't go wrong with being a bonus.]
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[fast forward to like a week from now "you're in love with a man who calls himself otaku convention???"]