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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[enter_the_darkness]

[ Oh.

Uh............. ]

It- wouldn't be the first, for me.

[ He's turning a tiny bit redder, now, as he glances away. ]

Even so, you're--

[


Please hold as Vanitas struggles with words. ]

[jumpedtheshark]

Ah.

[That prompts a tiny surge of jealously that is quickly squashed. She's more focused on his reaction to all of this.]

Well, still. It'd just be mine, then. Which...

[She awkwardly clears her throat. What is genuine emotion and affection for others, how do people cope with this on a daily basis?]

...I'm fine with. I mean- I guess it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to?

[Which is... a lie on her part. She'd want it to mean something, but.... she'll take what she can get.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He listens quietly, his face increasingly darkening a little. Of all the things to easily catch him off-guard, this feels like such a stupid one, on some level? Like he should be able to brush aside the weird feelings that bubble up as a result of these words.

This is not a weakness he wants to have. ]

You guess...?

[ AUGH, there are so many conflicting thoughts here, not all that differently from ones he's had towards Roxas. But, in the end, he's... tired of feeling like control over himself is slipping. He's done playing around. Done feeling like some idiot. So he leans forward, brushing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

Then, with that, he's moving back, studying her face... ]

... I'll talk to Roxas.