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

[rosebridled]

[ She's really not taking care of anyone; she doesn't feel that kind of obligation to anyone here. But she doesn't see much point in making that clarification, so she just responds with a slight smile, standing attentively with her hands folded in front of her. ]

Is it because of the memories from last night?

...You don't have to tell me anything, of course.

[messianic]

[He's definitely oblivious to that distinction, but it's fine.]

... Yeah.

I... thought I was handling things okay, but that was harder than expected.

[Especially since it's a memory, and not just a dream.]

It's hard to accept that it... really happened, you know?

[rosebridled]

Is it...?

I suppose it would depend on the memory.

[messianic]

... I guess so.

[He hunches over a little more, shoulders curving inwards.]

For me... it's hard to accept.

[rosebridled]

Would it hurt anything if you lied to yourself and pretended it was only a dream?

[messianic]

... Ah.

[It's clear he didn't even consider that as a possibility; he blinks slowly, frowning a little to himself.]

I... I don't know. It feels...wrong, a little, to hide away from it, when everyone else here is trying so hard to face the truths of this place.

[... But that doesn't mean that it's not tempting.]

[rosebridled]

Mm... well, that's fair, if you'd feel guilty about that.

[ A small shrug. ]

Sometimes it makes it easier is all.

[messianic]

[... Yeah. It makes sense.]

... You're right. And if it's necessary...there's nothing to be ashamed of in that, either.

I guess...a lot of this place is figuring out our own limits.