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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Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

[With that, any playfulness he'd displayed goes right on out.]

Yeah. Like Bennings.

[He hangs his head.]

I should've gone after him.

[resortghosts]

No, you shouldnt have, don't say that.

he was killed the moment he entered that room- there's nothing you could have done, except maybe die at the same time :/

he's ok. he's shaken up, but he's ok.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He'd protest, but...they've all had enough today. And Medic was right, he shouldn't have. He'd only have left the others at risk.

Which just proves having others on missions was nothing but a liability.]

He's there with you?

[Surreal, but something he's getting used to.]

Tell him... [He trails off, and shakes his head, abandoning that train of thought.] Just take care of him, Medic.

[resortghosts]

he is

of course. i'll do my best.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[With a sigh, he lowers his head, then raises it back up.]

That goes for you too, Medic. Don't wear yourself thin.

[resortghosts]

:/

I can't really promise that unless everyone else in this resort stops putting themselves in harms way

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hnrnrhhhhghh.]

I'm trying my best. I kept pushing to be sent in alone.

[resortghosts]

i know- unfortunately, we're surrounded by teenagers with death wishes and hero complexes, who make foolish decisions and tell adults that we're too incompetent to help

[tacticalespionageaction]

[A defeated sigh.]

We had to get them right in their rebellious phases, didn’t we?