WEEK 5 MINGLE

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WEEK 5

They said it was a break week, but two of your number were lost anyway last week. While you're all tired and still recovering, the speakers crackle to life with the voice of The Lady.

"Attention, Guests. The game is back on. Break week is now over. Happy Holidays."

The Staff are still like they were last week - only this time, the orders almost always go wrong, if they even manage to go through - the Staff are vanishing constantly. Meals are also getting affected - they're still perfectly edible, but they're not as delicious as they once were, with seasoning and other things occasionally being off. The Sign warning people to not take knives is still on the kitchen door, but The Chef seems incredibly tired, often resting on a chair in the corner.

The Resort is still furnished with Holiday items - but after Medic's christmas protest, there are more items related to other holidays up, and it's much more balanced - objects and colors of multiple holidays side by side in harmony, with the mistletoe still up for any needed smooching. There are, however, more wriggling...things, and there's even an entire 'tree' made of eldritch tentacles with glowing balls of light on them that wink in an oddly hypnotic fashion.

The weather is still nothing, but the courtyard seems to have switched to a much warmer clime, which while still a little cool is pleasant enough to sit outside in. Finally, the music this week seems... almost ominous...?

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone, one more traumatic this time instead of gentle like the others have been. Yet, you feel as if you know a little more about your time in this world, now. Not everything, but...enough.

Enough to see this game through to the end, at least.


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Comments

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Despite... everything that had happened on Saturday, Rean manages to drag himself over to the meeting, looking uncomfortable as he seats himself. One thing to note is that he's no longer missing an arm, although he still looks pale and his breathing issues are fairly apparent; his breaths are shallow, and he has the occasional coughing fit off to the side.

He watches people discuss quietly for a little bit before he speaks up.]

The Jorogumo -- that's me. If anyone has any questions, I'll do my best to answer them.

[dolleyed]

What kills the spider?

[ Tact is overrated.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[His look would be flat if it weren't so tired.]

Do you really think I'm going to tell you guys how to kill me?

[dolleyed]

Can't blame a guy for trying. It'd save us effort of killing you the wrong way and all.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I'd kinda appreciate not getting killed at all, thanks. Not that I expect everyone to listen to me, considering what I've done, but I'm not just going to roll over and die for you guys either.

[dolleyed]

Don't be such a pussy. Dying just once shouldn't be so bad and it'd spare the group some effort.

They're gonna bring you back anyway.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I'm not speaking as Rean Schwarzer here; I'm the Jorogumo. And unless Barghest is actually with everyone else on the other side, I'm pretty sure we don't get second chances like you do.

[maskarang]

Cinque mentioned she wanted to protect the resort. What about you? What were your goals.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Finding the Outsider for the resort. I see this place as my home, and if he's causing trouble in here, I want to stop him.

[maskarang]

The same goals, then. Since this is your home, you must know much more about the resort than we do. Can you tell us more about it?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He scratches the back of his head awkwardly.]

Well, honestly you guys managed to find out most of the stuff I already knew. Sorry... when I said this place is my home, I just meant the part we're in, the stomach. I haven't tried going to any of the other parts of the body before this all happened, and I don't know enough to diagnose the resort's problem. [Sighs.] In that sense, I'm just as in the dark as you guys are.

[resortghosts]

I don't have any questions regarding. You know.

But are you doing alright?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He can't see her, but there's a small smile at the tablet anyways.]

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm probably better off compared to some of the others here anyways, so I can't complain. Especially when I wasn't really expecting to get the arm back.

[resortghosts]

You know you can just talk at me, right?

I'm in the area.

[ Reangumo, please. ]

Also I guess we're in the same boat on that front.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Oh. Right, sorry about that.

[Look, life is hard when you can't see ghosts...! He turns his head a little like that'd help him catch sight of her somehow, but he ends up closing his eyes, trying to see if he can track any vibrations from the floor instead.]

That's good to hear, but I hope that doesn't mean you're dismissing it in favor of helping everyone else. You deserve to have someone check after you too.

[resortghosts]

[ Well, the ghost seems to be sitting on the floor, which probably doesn't help him much, unfort... unately. And they're not around any of the other indents on the couches either right now. ]

I'm not, I promise.

And why are you being so concerned about me, anyway?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Ah well, he tried. Although now it's a little awkward because he still doesn't look, so just... the floor?? The floor sounds good.]

...Since Saturday, people have been asking me a lot of questions, and I guess it made me evaluate some things. About how I view people, and how I act towards them.

Long story short, and even though I'm the last person who should be saying this... it's because I care. That's... something friends do, right?

[whirlingmace]

[ Plopping down next to him. ]

I didn't know you can grow a new one.

[ Poking his new arm ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Just letting her poke it because a. it's Cinque and b. he's tired, it's fine.]

I didn't really know it could be done either, actually. But on Sunday, Akira came by with one of those potions they were handing out, and... well. It was as good as new. I'm really thankful.

[resortghosts]

oh

that's what he used it for?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah. It was specifically for regrowing limbs, so I get why, but...

[resortghosts]

i'm kind of surprised he didn't need it first...

it was mine before i gave it to him

[whirlingmace]

Sataling is super duper nice.

[ Well... you know what'll happen if you let her do whatever. She'll just scoot closer and lean against him. ]

Is anyone being mean to you?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah. He really is. [And he just lets her lean there because he's a doormat even as a spider.]

No, not at all. People have taken it better than I expected, actually.

[Although he also figures that's related to knowing it's pointless to just shoot him in the face or something, but.]

[whirlingmace]

I think it's because they know you're worth saving.

[ Or keeping like this? She's cool with either even if there's web gunk in your lungs ]

Did it hurt at all when it grew back?