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

[whirlingmace]

Oh. I guess there is. But this seems a lot more fun.

[ At least for now. And she's keeping it platonic.

Though at the question she'll make her own hand do the thing again. ]

You'll see, Blueski.

[latebluemer]

I guess...

[Pinching her thumb and fingers together and feeling real silly here.

Hurry up, because she ain't keeping this up for long.]

[whirlingmace]

[ She moves in close and just presses the tips of their fingers together. Making the hands kiss. ]

I'm going to save the real one for when you like me again, Blueski.

[latebluemer]

I-- That's not--

[It's not the hand-kiss that flusters her -- it's a silly and Cinque-like way to solve this standoff, somehow, maybe a Cinqueling-like way too -- it's the words, because when Aoi reflexively goes to deny them she finds she can't do that, either.

Because while they're not exactly true, they're not exactly not true, either. She's quiet for a long moment, staring down at her feet.]

I don't hate you, you know?

[It's uncertain which one she's speaking to, though. Cinqueling is the most unified one and the one that confuses her the most.]

[whirlingmace]

[ She shakes her head, letting her hand drop so she can touch the tips of her fingers together in her usual manner.

Her gaze drops down to her feet too. ]

I know, but you also like me any more. But it's okay... I know I have to show you who I am again. And I want to because I love Aoi.

[ And with that, she'll give a smile before moving away. ]

[latebluemer]

[She'll watch quietly as Cinque(ling) leaves. What she really hates is this strange suspended state they've found themselves in where they're not really going either way, friends or enemies or whatever, and she knows it's because of her and her inability to sort out her issues, too, but--

She lets out a slow sigh.]

If you can show me...

[It's completely to herself before she turns and moves in the opposite direction.]