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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[enter_the_darkness]

[ His eyes narrow a little. He's quiet as he listens to his conversation with Aoi... ]

... Eight times?

[ There's a brief pause, a dim, wry smirk. ]

Maybe they're just that determined to keep you around.

[dolleyed]

Eight times that I remember the cause of now. It's more.

[ Good... news...?? Kohaku shrugs, trying to seem indifferent. ]

What can I say, I'm irresistible.

[enter_the_darkness]

Maybe you have something they really need...

[ There's a faint tensing of his brow, but he is quick to fix that. ]

We aren't people, to them. We're whatever they find useful. [ ... ] Alternatively, they could want to see how long it takes someone to go completely crazy from being constantly brought back.

[dolleyed]

As much as it pains me to say, the latter seems more likely. They're not sending me to specialized jobs or anything.

[ He huffs. ]

Though someone up there is having a grand old time sending me to deal with zombies when I can no longer sense them like I was able to do in my world.

[enter_the_darkness]

Maybe it's a little of both.

[ He looks away. ]

In my case, I've been no different from one of the SCPs, to them.