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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[swordhandled]

[ and once someone takes the rock, he's just collapsing on his knees and crying on cinque ]

I couldn't protect her again...!

[resortghosts]

[ B-BUNNY HOODIE HUG...?

Sorry, Owain... ]

[swordhandled]

[ bunny hoodie hug is very much appreciated ]

[resortghosts]

[ Pat pat.

:c ]

[swordhandled]

[ mooooooother ;o; ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Just going to hug him, rubbing his back while he cries. ]

I'm sorry...

[swordhandled]

How many times must she die because I couldn't protect her?

[whirlingmace]

You can't blame yourself when you didn't know she was there.

[swordhandled]

I promised to protect her! That I would always protect her.

And I failed again.

[whirlingmace]

[ Squeezing him tight. ]

You're such a good son... I bet she's really proud of you.

[swordhandled]

She... said she had nothing but pride for me.

[whirlingmace]

She knows you would have done your best, right? I don't think she would want you beating yourself up like this.

[swordhandled]

...

[ starts crying harder ]

I'm sowwy, Mubba-- I'm a... h-howwible berson! [ WAILS ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Just going to keep petting him ]

It's okay... it's okay, Owain.

[ Murmuring quietly. He can cry it all out. ]

[swordhandled]

[ CRYING ALL OUT

and eventually he just comes down, pulling away slowly as he just finishes sniffling. ]

... I got your shirt wet.

[maskarang]

[ gosh it disturbs him to see you, owain, looking so down in the dumps

so he kneels down right the fuck in front of owain and grabs his hand so tight that, if he weren't wearing gloves, his knuckles would turn white ] ... Would you like to stay here?

[swordhandled]

[ owain has no qualms about just launching himself at gerome. again. and just cry against him. again. sorry boo, but your man is 50 shades of fucked up right now. ] For... the moment, yes.

[maskarang]

[ not even disney songs can pacify him now...!! but that's okay, gerome actually doesn't mind at all. he clutches owain tightly, soothingly stroking his back. ] Then we stay. For however long you need.

[swordhandled]

[ turning his head to press his face into gerome's neck, just breathing him him ] Thank you.

[maskarang]

I made a promise to stay with you no matter what befalls us. You... don't need to thank me for that. [ he pauses as he brings a hand up to gently brush owain's hair with his fingers. his hair isn't long enough for him to need to push it away but he wants to touch so he's touching. ]

[swordhandled]

It still bears thanking. You always do so much for me, and I should always thank you. [ he relaxes a bit more as gerome brushes his hair. ]

I'm going to tell her about us, when I get the chance.

[maskarang]

And yet I wish I could do much more. I love you Owain, and not because of your gratitude. [ also, you can't thank him for loving you?? that's ridiculous. he gives owain's hair a soft kiss before resuming the stroking. ]

... I'm glad you'll get the chance. But focus on collecting yourself, we have plenty of time.

[swordhandled]

You always do so much for me, Gerome. I love you more than my words could ever describe. [ HE'LL THANK YOU FOR LOVING HIM AND YOU'LL LIKE IT. taking deep breaths against gerome, pulling himself back together. ]

I will... I will. [ gives him a tight squeeze ] I'm sure she'll want to talk to you too.

[maskarang]

You sell yourself too short. Your words are always the sweetest, and I find myself stunned into silence whenever you utter a single word of your adoration. I... cannot write you sonnets, I'm too blunt a man for that, but I can at least show you my affection. Again and again. [ if owain is pulling himself back together that's some incentive for him.

gonna start softly wiping away his tears like the dumb lovestruck fool he is. and squeezing back with one arm, screw his injuries. ] I'll gladly speak with her.

[swordhandled]

I don't need sonnets from you to know that you love me. Every single action, movement, touch from you shows the depths of your affection. I could lose every single one of my senses, save for touch, and know how you feel about me.

[ feeling better enough to pull away after pressing a small kiss to his neck. ] Then, once everyone else is done.