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

[tacticalespionageaction]

[A nod.]

Arms.

[He's just gonna sink on that couch now in her stead. That shit hurted.]

...Thanks, by the way. Real smart idea you had there. Saved my life.

[latebluemer]

[She'll settle down beside him, making a cursory effort to examine the injuries and then giving up because blue blood and tentacles and Eosinophil bites were not in the anatomy textbooks here.]

... I thought for the longest time that it was just a lame version of alcohol. It took a little too long to think of using it defensively.

[But she's had to do a lot of defensive and creative thinking lately so she's primed for that stuff.]

But I'm really glad you guys made it back.

[tacticalespionageaction]

You thought about it soon enough to count.

[And that's really what matters in the end.]

Have you kids learnt your lesson yet?

[latebluemer]

[...]

We need to change our strategy. The vents aren't going to get us very far.

[There wasn't really a hope that they'd lead directly to the brain in the first place, but this had been, in part, to figure out the layout and levels of security. It looks like they're screwed on security for the near-future, anyway.

In truth, the safest thing to do would be to keep out of the Resort's innards altogether. But there is no safest thing here, while the game is going.]

Unless there's a fourth floor, though, we're pretty stuck, aren't we?

[tacticalespionageaction]

We're not.

[Though he's tired, there's a spark of determination behind that.]

There's a way in. We just need to find it.

[There's no giving up on his front.]

We'll try the walls. Next week.