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.


PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS | APPRENTICE PC POST | OUTSIDER PC POST

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

[At that, there's an attempt at squeaking, but it's definitely the squeaking that you'd expect a 33-year-old heavy smoker to make in an attempt to emulate rats, rather than actual rats, however.]

[thejusticewagon]

[...]

Uh, hey, rats.

[She crouches down next to the box.]

You doin' okay? You don't sound so good.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[The box hesitantly squeaks. And then, a bit more rapidly. Yes, yes, these rats are totally good, nothing to see here.]

[thejusticewagon]

...you sure?

Well, um... have a good day, rats. Please stop making us murder each other.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[...Squeak. Squeak.

Squeak.


They all sound rather regretful, a touch melancholy. The rats don't want this either...probably.]

[thejusticewagon]

...Huh... yeah, I guess no one's having a good time here, are they? Well... we'll try and figure it out the best we can.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[A sad squeak, but with a tone of determination. Yeah, Cynthia! You can do it! Don't give up!

...Squeak!]

[thejusticewagon]

Thanks, guys! I'm glad you're confident in me... because I'm gonna do my best!

[SHE SALUTES THE BOX AND WALKS OFF...]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Cheering squeaks as she goes! Go get em!


...and now Snake has to spend the rest of his time reflecting on what he just did.]