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thefoundation2018-12-17 10:54 am
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WEEK 4 MINGLE
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.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
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you're wonderful
[Snake will feel invisible hands just. Gently caressing his gecko hands, curiously looking them over.]
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Thanks.
[He spreads out his gecko paws a little wider, slightly flustered at the combination of the compliment and gentle physical contact.]
Are they up to standard?
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of course they are. i wonder if they'll still be able to hold your weight
only one way to find out of course!
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If not, I'm sure more can.
[And he wiggles out a good four more arms. That's how gecko physics work, right? Right.
Walking over to the wall, he places his hands against it tentatively.]
Got a crucifix for me, doc?
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I can probably dig one up amongst the ornaments somewhere
[And he does!]
I guess we can just. Remove the Muppet
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I won't forget Kermit's sacrifice.
[Snake will just take that and remove muppet, keeping the crucifix for himself and returning kermit.]
Alright. We're going in.
[Shelf Elf and crucifix in human hand, Snake presses his geckopaws against the wall and, tentatively, begins to climb.]
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Medic takes the freed Kermit, sitting him up in his hands so it looks like he's watching Snake. They watch this climb with anticipation.]
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...Except, part way through his ascent, Snake begins to slip; no matter the number of geckopaws he had, they just weren't able to hold the weight of a man.
!
Snake falls backwards to the floor, right onto his back with a hrnrnghghghhh. He lies there, still clutching the elf and crucifix.
Then, he does something strange.
He breaks out into laughter.]
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Snake gets a stickynote on his chest and a hand in his own, gently pulling him up to stand again.]
I guess that answered the question of if they'd hold your weight!
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Guess that experiment was a failure...
[But, he's still grinning, and he swears he can hear some ghostly laughter.]
...partly.