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

[dolleyed]

I don't know how many times. I remember eight now but I know there was far more.

[ He shrugs. He's been resigned to it before, in his memories. Now he's learning it all new again and he longs for the apathy of his past.]

So if you need anyone to die here, guess I'm your guy. What's one more?

[13thpromise]

...No.

[ Roxas sounds firm about that. He's so tired of people dying and any of his friends dying...it's not something he can accept easily. ]

Haven't enough people died? And...I don't want you to die.

[dolleyed]

[ That's... sweet. And yet... ]

Since when do any of us get what we want? The foundation seems to be opposed to that as a matter of principle.

[ He doesn't even get to play music half the time. The resort is starting to feel more and more like an actual vacation. ]

[13thpromise]

...Do you remember when we got told about what was really the story behind us with the Foundation - what we really were? It hurt, hearing that they were just using us and even if we escaped from here, we'd ended up being used again.

[ And what did their lives mean to them? Just... nothing.

A life like his and theirs were easily replaceable...but all of it had been building up, making him kind of angry (putting it lightly). He didn't want to accept it - if the others were tired and accepted it, could they be blamed? No, but ... things had changed for him, and so he wanted to see if he could help even a little. ]

I know you don't want to return to that kind of life. So, I don't think it's time to give up on thinking of what we can do against them - even if that will come after all of this. Even if it sounds... like a lot.

[dolleyed]

The best I could get from them is probably a permanent death for once.

[ Once he stops being useful, once he stops being funny, once he asks too many questions or becomes too inconvenient to keep up with. ]

And despite all, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

[ A lifetime of surviving against all odds, of fighting for it... Even when the sensation of life leaving his body has become commonplace, there is still something terrifying about never coming back from it. ]

[13thpromise]

[ Destroying the Foundation sounded like an impossibility, the sheer volume of it's organization seemed rivaled by none - Organization XIII had nothing on them. The size, the people, the cruelty.

He wondered if he was considering it viable out of a sense of desperation. Maybe he was, and if so, so what? They didn't seem to have much options should they get out of here alive...and it's not like he wanted to stay here, either. ]

...I think it's only natural not to be ready to die like that. But, I don't think there's anything good we can get from something like them either--or actually I guess the only good thing would be if their organization suddenly fell apart.