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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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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[Suddenly, from the pool, there's a loud noise.

It sounds like...panicked chittering?]

Courtyard

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[So if anyone goes to the courtyard today, they will find a lot of ash and blackened wood in a pile in the middle of it.]

[swordhandled]

[ Owain headed towards the courtyard and he pauses when he sees the pile of ash and blackened wood. Curious, he makes his way towards it, taking a closer look ]

[whirlingmace]

[ What's this? What's this? ]

[xenoqueen]

[So ever since Phil's stunt on Sunday, Ripley has been going back on forth on using that...thing that the Staff gave her a few weeks back. His potion worked, so why shouldn't this one? But then, if her potion worked, that would imply a whole mess of things that Ripley isn't exactly willing to get into right now.

...

Fuck it. She downs the potion and waits for the effects to settle in. It's not like she's got anything to lose, right?

You might see her just...sitting in the library in a stupor for about an hour or so. It's fine.]

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[It's a body.

...okay, more like 'the ashes after a long fire', but it's large enough to be person-shaped. If the person was on the small side.]

[swordhandled]

[ hardens his face as he takes a closer look at the body. can he tell who it is? ]

HERE WE GOOOO

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[It's fine.

For at least a minute or so after she drinks it, nothing happens. But then, a tentative voice speaks up in her mind:]

It is strange for someone to contact me in this method. Did you need something?

[Interestingly enough, while the 'mind voice' has no specific voice, it will feel warm and comforting, like Ripley is having a conversation with her father, or an older authority figure she respects and loves.]

[whirlingmace]

[ That's one way to dash her excitement. Putting a hand on him. Is there anything else there or around the body? ]

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[Probably not, the body is burned to ashes.

But somebody wrote 'Himeko Inaba' in the ashes and snow nearby. Almost as if they knew someone would question who this is.

The question is if Owain can read kanji or not.]

[swordhandled]

[ looking up at her ]

Do you suppose...?

[swordhandled]

[ stares at the kanji ]

I can't read this.

[xenoqueen]

[Holy Shit.

Ripley sits in stunned silence for a moment before she remembers that this thing has a time limit and shakes herself into Business Mode.]

Uh, hi. [She clears her throat.] Um, I was given a potion and told I could contact...you know, someone who might...help, I guess? Who am I talking to, right now?

[She can't help but feel...mildly intimidated, despite the comforting voice.]

[whirlingmace]

I can't either... this is really really different from the other time.

[swordhandled]

It is... no announcement and the body was purposefully burnt so it couldn't be identified.

[whirlingmace]

They don't announce it when it's the Cleaner who did it but...

[ Hmm. Let's take a pic of the ashes.

Also anything else around here to find? Anything identifying? ]

[swordhandled]

[ nods NEVERMIND THAT I, THE PLAYER, FORGOT THAT DETAIL.

also looking around, trying to see if there's anything else, and trying to not disturb the scene. ]

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That is quite interesting! I will have to look into that potion, there are quite a few people who don't trust the phones yet.

[This person seems aware of the time limit though, so he won't question it further for now.]

Where I am, saying my actual name is forbidden. But a friend of mine started calling me 'dog' as a reference to canines, since I am so fond of them. So if you like, you may call me that.

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[Oh my god you two.

The body was wearing clothes so you can find fibers in the ashes.

Of whatever Inaba had been wearing.

Because it's Inaba you fucking eggs.]

[justfists]

[honestly, she's stuck staring at the sign on the kitchen door, at some point today.

sure, she already looked like shit, despite her decision to go from "nice girl" to "punk rock" looks. but.

uh. yeah, ok she's gong to break down crying at that one.

sorry everyone.]

[xenoqueen]

Dog? Really?

[Ripley can't help but let out a small snort.]

You don't happen to be linked to the weird monsters in this resort? [She shakes her head.] Actually, never mind, more important question, uh--

[Christ. The moment she actually starts having a conversation that might have some weight, she immediately forgets all questions she has.]

--my wife, my daughter. Do you know if they're safe, or...?