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

[whirlingmace]

I don't know. I started to cry and then it all went to a blur and I woke up back in the Foundation.

[ It's okay, she's used to being treated as expendable by higher ups that aren't Mother. ]

What was super duper upsetting about it was I had to go in there alone. I didn't even have a way to communicate anyone. I was so afraid I was going to die all alone...

[messianic]

... Cinque-san...

[Oh no...that's so sad. Quietly, he just squeezes her back, holding her close.]

... We're all here with you. You're never going to be left alone here.

[whirlingmace]

I know, Mimi. Thank you. I also have Doppelling now.

[ So, she knows she isn't ever completely alone. ]

The Foundation is very, very mean.

[messianic]

... Yeah. I think so too.

[He frowns, expression tight.]

I want... to do something about it. The Foundation as it is right now is...definitely mean.

[whirlingmace]

I have to go back, but maybe there's a way for you and everyone else to get out of it?

[ Like a place they can hide or something ]

Or we go boom! And take it down!

[messianic]

...Cinque-san...

[...]

Yeah, maybe. We'll figure that out as we go, I think.

[whirlingmace]

Yeah, we will. I know we'll figure it out.

[ Just going to rest her head on his shoulder. ]

You should eat your food. I won't go any where.

[messianic]

R...right.

[He should eat.

She's right about that. And somehow... things are a bit easier when he's not alone.

So quietly, he just reaches for his utensils to eat some of his meal.]