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]

[It's bad enough that some of the teenagers are trying to get themselves killed, here. The fact that two of his boyfriends/"boyfriends"/"men that he's flirted with but is technically still in just the flirting stage that he's just started referring to as his boyfriends because this is a fucking mouthful" are trying to go in, too- well.

Medic's not happy.

He knows he can't follow them in- even though he desperately wants to see what the hell the insides of these vents look like, especially after Archimedes told him about The Meats[tm]- so instead he settles for pacing around outside, trying to work off the nervous energy. He's easily recognizable from the small horde of pigeons all clinging to him and trying to preen him.]

[imstuck]

[Phil is also secretly nervous about this as well, but he tries to hold his nerves in more than Medic is right now.

Plus it's... a little hard to be worried when your boyfriend is a mass of pacing birds.]

... If any of them die in there, I'm killing them once they get out.

[Please realize that is a Joke]

[resortghosts]

[It's really unfortunate that Medic doesn't know what a fucking joke is apparently]

Technically, all the ghosts can die a second time, so you might get your chance.

[imstuck]

Good, I'm glad I can actually kill them I gue-

[And then he hears Snake's scream.

Oh no...]

Snake? Is that him?

[resortghosts]

[You know what now Phil is also on the couch with him and Ripley so Medic can reach out and grab Phil's hand too. This is just anxiety hand-holding central now.

Unfortunately it means Medic can't type or write, but the death-grip on Phil's hand probably says plenty.]

[imstuck]

[It's fine Phil gently has a death-grip on Medic's hand too.]

... Maybe it was a false alarm?

[But he sounds completely unconvinced by his own statement.]

[resortghosts]

[It's very much not a false alarm, as Medic jerks back violently at the sight of Bennings' ghost getting fucking tossed out of the vents. Yoshi's message on the tablets will hopefully serve as explanation enough, since Medic's re-doubling his grip on their hands instead of saying anything.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley has, likewise, been filled with anxiety and dread the moment she found out about this plan of theirs. The fact that they're risking their lives for knowledge they aren't even sure they might obtain. The fact that they think she isn't taking them seriously. The fact that she can't do anything about it here.

She's been sitting across the hall from the vents, chewing on her nails and watching the pigeons go back and forth. Ripley has been quiet ever since she sat down. She gives Medic a curt nod and sighs, resting her head on her hands.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic at least tries to be subtle about writing the note and handing it to her, but its hard to be subtle when you're covered in birds.]

You don't have to be here. Don't make yourself stay if it gets to be too much

[Says the hypocrite]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley takes the note, then shakes her head firmly and crumples it in her hand. Then, after a pause, she unfurls it.]

I wanted to be. I can't just sit in my room and do nothing in good conscience. So now I'm here, sitting outside this vent and doing nothing here instead.

[The corners of her mouth quip up into a humorless smile as she tears a strip of paper off of the note. Then another one.]

Do you wanna sit down? You're going to wear a dent into the floorboards.

[resortghosts]

[Medic complies, flopping down on the couch beside her. His leg bounces restlessly, displacing any pigeons that try to perch there.]

I don't like having to sit on the sidelines, and I don't like people risking their lives where I can't go.

[If he's not constantly getting shot at and on the verge of death at every moment then what's the point of being a Medic!]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley grimaces slightly.] I don't like it, either. But with the amount of people going through the vents already, we'd probably cause more harm than help.

[She pauses as she gently grips one of the pigeons that threatens to fall onto the ground, transfering it to her lap.] We should be able to trust in Snake and Bennings for now.

[resortghosts]

Snake, yes. Definitely. Bennings I'm not as sure about. Remember him offering to die in the first trial?

[xenoqueen]

[A pause as she smooths down the pigeon's feathers.]

Yes, actually. [Her eyebrows knit together in concern as she casts a glance towards the vent.]

...Shit. Let's just hope they don't do anything rash.

[resortghosts]

[Aaaaaand then Snake's yell rings out, because dramatic timing is important. Immediately, Medic reaches out and grabs Ripley's hand- tightly at first, then relaxes when he realizes he might be hurting her.

The birds go silent and still around him.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley freezes up--first, when she hears the shout, and then when her hand is seized by Medic. An expression of terror flashes across her face as she then hears the murmurs among the extraction team.

She swallows, takes a shuddering breath, and grips Medic's arm tighter. She makes a blatant point to not look at the vents.]

[resortghosts]

[Gay, bi, and lesbian solidarity is holding hands in a chain on a couch while listening to the sound of at least one of the boyfriends of the gay and bi guys die horribly.]

[xenoqueen]

[it's fine!

Eventually, Ripley opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. She clears her throat and tries again, voice wavering more than ever.]

--was a bad idea. This was a bad idea.

[At least...Bennings...is...still here...sort of, but it doesn't make it any easier.]