WEEK 5 MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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

[rosebridled]

That one is probably yours.

[ Though really, that description sounds more like not being allowed to die, which... is more relatable. ]

[dolleyed]

... fuck.

[ What else can he even say to this? How do you begin to process that it's you, just you?]

What is it about me that they want to keep so badly? Do they just think it's fucking funny to toss me at zombies here, where I can't sense them? Watch me get mauled? That's just sick.

[rosebridled]

Maybe they like your music too.

Is it the dying or the coming back from it that bothers you more?

[dolleyed]

[ Kohaku goes silent at that for a second. It's not a question he's asked himself since waking up this morning.]

... I don't even know. The dying is painful, it's a nuisance, but I'm used to pain. The coming back is... dunno. It's alright. Just... there's never going to be anything else, you know? This is all I'll ever do.

[rosebridled]

It's very tiresome, isn't it?

[dolleyed]

[ Kohaku looks at her in silence for a bit. The statement is delivered with too much understanding and he really wishes to be wrong about that.]

... yeah. Tired is a good word for the feeling.

[rosebridled]

[ That would be nice. ]

Would you like to play something together later?

[dolleyed]

Mhm. That'd be nice. Thanks.

[ It's a very honest and very mild statement for Kohaku's standards, but what's the use disguising how he feels today? ]

Working on playing duets despite this stupid silence effect is at least worthwhile.