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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[whirlingmace]

Let me see.

[resortghosts]

[ Bunny hoodie is here, peering curiously. ]

[swordhandled]

[ opens the box to reveal a piece of a petoskey stone within it ]

[resortghosts]

[ !!! ]

is that sol?

[swordhandled]

--The Outsider did say he was going to pass Sol on to us. If so, I figured he wouldn't have left him in a box by the stairs.

[resortghosts]

you're supposed to be able to talk to him if you touch it!

[swordhandled]

[ quietly TOUCHES THE ROCK ]

[foundationnpcs]

[Owain will come in during the middle of a conversation.]

-and THEN you have to think, like, round?

Why round?

Because it's supposed to be a sphere!

Shouldn't I think a sphere then?

If you really want to, but 'round' is easier than 'sphere'.

[...um. Speak up, maybe?]

[swordhandled]

[ oh this is weird ]

--Hoy there and greetings. This is Owain, speaking.

[whirlingmace]

Do you hear something?

[ Can she touch too? ]

[foundationnpcs]

[Both voices fall silent.

By the way only someone touching a Petoskey stone can hear this. To everyone else, it sounds like Owain is talking to himself.]

Who the hell is 'Owain'?

[swordhandled]

Scion of Legend, son to the heroes Lissa and Lon'qu.

[ a beat ]

Is... Is this Sol?

[whirlingmace]

[ At first it's very ???? she knows who you are silly

then she realizes that it's like a COMM ]

[foundationnpcs]

New rock, who-

Owain???

Dude, you're ruining it!

No, one of 'them' knows him! Owain, where are you?

[swordhandled]

I'm at a Resort currently located in.... Canada, I believe, at the behest of the Foundation. Things are currently... difficult, to say the least.

[ a beat ]

What do you mean by "one of them knowing me"?

[foundationnpcs]

It's- hold on-

Dude, you shouldn't do that-

[And then the bold voice shifts. Whereas it had previously been the voice of a child of indeterminate gender, it now sounds much more feminine. And the speaking pattern should be familiar.]

Owain...why are you here? You shouldn't be here, you should be back home!

[swordhandled]

[ and the shift in owain's demeanor is immediate. his face falls into complete and utter shock and tears well up in his eyes. ]

M-Mother? Mother, is that you?!

[whirlingmace]

[ Your emotional support Doppelling is still here. She'll put a hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. ]

[foundationnpcs]

I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry you have to be here, I'm sorry-

[And then her voice cuts off again, and the other, more male voice speaks up.]

...sorry. They try to do that sometimes, but it takes a lot out of them to do that.

[swordhandled]

Mother-- Mother!

[ calls after her ]

Mother... her being in the stone, that means that she's... [ trailing off there

probably getting a little off track here BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT ]

[foundationnpcs]

...I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing back then.

Dude, if you need a moment, hand it off to someone else. Sol will still be here, you can talk to her later.

[swordhandled]

[ taking his hand off the rock and just

holding it out for somebody else ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Alright. Talking Sol. ]

Hey hey. You guys were really bad for making Owain sad.

[ Yuuup gotta get that out first. ]

[whirlingmace]

Hey hey... it's okay. I'm right here, okay?

[duskhound]

[News from home, huh... And that doesn't sound good at all.]

Um, you should probably pass that off to someone else for the time being. We'll make sure to try to get more information for you, though.