WEEK 4 MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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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MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[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.]