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

[xenoqueen]

[Beans...squish. And with no threat of being accidentally mauled by a cat! She lifts her other arm, wincing slightly as she uses both hands to squish. The pain is worth it.]

If you think about it, we've probably been here even longer--with the Foundation, I mean.

[Thanks Snake for tolerating her cat paw squish.]

If those Foundation fuckers try anything when we get out, I'm going to kick all of their asses.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Another kitty paw appears! Whereas the first one was just a plain gray, this one has a little white splotch on the end that gives the illusion of socks.]

I'll join you.

[He rests an elbow on the table.]

Thought about what you'll do when we're out?

[xenoqueen]

[!!! TWO BEANS. Ripley reaches her arm to grab the other kitty paw and snickers to herself.]

Yeah--find my wife and daughter and make sure they're safe and sound.

[A pause. She glances down at the papers on the table.]

Make sure nobody uses that goddamn alien again. You know--life goals, and stuff like that.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[TWO OF THEM!

But with that, Snake adopts a more somber tone.]

That's a risk?

[Dangerous territory, but...they've got beans to get through it.]

[xenoqueen]

[A pause as she continues to pet the paws. She keeps her voice level as she speaks.]

I have reason to believe that an alien threat exists outside of this Resort. I don't know where they are, but they're out there, and the Foundation probably knows about them. Which means they'll probably try to contain them, and God knows what'll happen when they do.

[Another pause. She snorts.]

I literally can't be serious with these paws in my face. They're itty bitty kitty toes!

[Her voice becomes more high pitched and sing-songy as she runs her thumb over the toe pads.]

I used to have a cat. You ever have any pets?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He just bats Ripley lightly with one of the paws. There was a time to talk serious, to confront all of the implications of what had been dragged up, but it didn't have to be now.]

Yeah. Huskies.

[Hnrnghghhghhhh.]

Fifty of them.

[xenoqueen]

Oh, my God, you're joking.

[Wait, no, Snake doesn't joke. She stares at him with an incredulous expression. She lets out a confused laugh.]

What the actual hell? What do you even do with all of those dogs?

[tacticalespionageaction]

I was a musher.

[A small moment after that he grunts, and rubs the back of his neck.]

...It was a weird time. [Maybe.] But they were family to me.

[xenoqueen]

A musher. Like, those dog sled things?

[Huh. Ripley cocks her head to the side. A tilted smile meets her face.]

I guess sometimes you just have to run off into the middle of nowhere and raise a bunch of dogs to cope.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hnnrrghhhhhh]

Yeah.

[He'd be way more uncomfortable if it weren't for the bean squishing. Kitty therapy goes both ways!]

Worked well enough. I was happy with my life there.

[Until Colonel came and fucked it all up by dragging his ass to Shadow Moses.]

Don't know if I'll go back to it when this is all over, though.