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]

[Snake just kind of...leans forward, and rests his head on Phil's shoulder.]

A lot.

[A tense pause.]

Bennings is dead.

[imstuck]

Bennings?

[Phil's eyes sting, wrapping his arms and in complete disbelief.]

No... you... you're joking. Please tell me this is a joke!

[tacticalespionageaction]

I'm not.

[He'll lean there, a security in it.]

I didn't even notice.

[Whatever tiredness he had in his voice has given way to anger.]

I could've-

[He stops himself short, gritting his teeth instead. Whatever he could've done, he can't do anything now.]

I'm sorry, Phil.

[imstuck]

God I can't believe this...

[Phil wipes at his eyes, trying to keep himself from outright sobbing.]

Do... do you know what got him, at least?

[tacticalespionageaction]

I didn't see it happen.

[Which he blames himself for. If he hadn't been too preoccupied with keeping an eye on those kids, maybe he would've noticed Bennings leave sooner...]

If it was the same thing I ran into, he wouldn't have stood a chance.