Week 4 event

[foundationmods]

INVESTIGATION (?)

Friday morning comes and goes with no dead bodies to discover. Saturday morning passes with no trial. For two days, it seems like the Lady might be keeping to her word. This might truly be a week of rest, with no outside trouble brought in.

(She takes no responsibility for the incident in the vents, so.)

But then on Saturday night, close to midnight, the sound cuts off throughout the resort. The cause of the sudden quiet is unknown, but one thing is clear: something bad has happened.

Investigate?


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

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[resortghosts]

[Fun! If Medic's surprised by the abnormalities, he doesn't show it. He places the stethoscope aside and writes another note.]

Ah, animal instincts. So you would say that you were not coerced or forced into this role, then?

And what does Rean feel about the arrangement?

[relentlesslyonwards]

No, at least not when it was offered to me, anyways. Not that I think that's going to stop them from killing us now if we decide to back out.

[There's a pause before he answers the next question.]

From what I know? I'm pretty sure he'd hate it.

[resortghosts]

... Does that mean he's had no control of this body since your initial possession? No influence whatsoever?

Or do you just have no memory of what he thinks and feels when you're not the one in control of the body?

[relentlesslyonwards]

It's the first one. I've been in control the whole time; I'm just making a guess based on what I know of him from his memories.

[resortghosts]

I see.

[If that information makes any real difference to Medic, it doesn't show in his bedside manner. He keeps working on cleaning and bandaging Rean's wounds without complaint.

After a little time has passed, he writes out another note.]

Let me ask you something. How much of your behavior towards other guests has been fabricated based on Rean's memories? Friends you've made, enemies... affections and dislikes.

And may I remind you that lying to your doctor is a poor idea.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He's content to stay silent and let Medic continue on with his work, but he'll take the new sticky note, reading over it carefully. He frowns, expression turning pensive as he stares at the note. It takes a while for him speak up.]

That's... kind of hard to answer. [A pause.] I won't deny some of the things I did were deliberate, but... most of the time, I just kind of went with my gut, if that makes sense.

[resortghosts]

I understand.

[That's all Medic says for a while. He starts writing another note in between bandaging and stitching up Rean's arm, pausing every few minutes to write a bit more. He hands the stickynote over only when he's finished.]

I ask because there's quite a few people who are already trying to defend both your and Atsushi's actions. Stating that neither of you had any control over what you did, that you- or at least, Rean- were manipulated by the resort and staff to kill us, just as Atsushi had no real say in his actions as a tiger.

I wanted to know how much of that faith in you- that trust- is built upon lies.

There will probably come a point over the next few days where people argue over whether you deserve forgiveness. Some may even attempt to spare your life, spider. It may be a short life, at that, but a life nonetheless.

I have no real stake in this, of course. I'm dead, and I barely know you. And I'm certainly not someone who should be making judgements on others morality. But I do suggest you take my words into account. What you make of them- and what you decide to with them- is up to you, of course.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[It takes a bit to read over the note and even longer to figure out what to say in response. He closes his eyes.]

...I don't know what's waiting for me at the end of this, but I'll say this: I don't expect forgiveness, and I'm not going to ask for it. I'm not going to beg for mercy either, and I'm not going to try and convince them that I was right or anything; that's for them to decide. But no matter what they choose, I'll keep fighting for my life every step of the way. I won't give up when I've survived this long; that's... just who I am.

So... I do appreciate what you've said, and you've definitely given me a lot to think about. But I don't know if it'll change what I decide in the long run -- not if my life's in danger, anyways. That doesn't mean I don't plan on cooperating when possible though, and I think I've made myself clear on that front to a couple of the ghosts here. And if they think there's any merit in that... then maybe we can meet in the middle, somehow.

[resortghosts]

Well said, spider.

[It seems that Medic approves of that answer.]

I've patched up the worst of your injuries; I need to check on Ripley. One of the other ghosts has offered to help clean any other minor wounds you have while I tend to her.

those bandages will need to be changed at least every few days- you can do that yourself or I can do it for you. I want to keep an eye on the stitches and make sure there's no sign of infection over the next few days; also, I have no idea how the injury to that spider limb will translate when you change back, but I did what I could with it

[relentlesslyonwards]

I think I can manage alright now, although I'd appreciate it if you could come by for the bandaging; it seems more likely that I'd just mess it up again at this rate. And... thanks again for what you've done. Even if it is just because it's your job.