thefoundation | WEEK 5 MINGLE

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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You're touching my body right now. If you're touching me, I can talk to you.

[...That sounds kind of weird um. anyways]

So does that mean that you'd be able to talk to some of the other guests here if we do the same thing?

Yep! Anyone who touches the stone you're holding can talk to me! And Kon, sometimes, but he's busy right now.

That's pretty convenient... Actually, then I have a favor to ask. Would you be able to act as an intermediary between us and one of the guests here? They show up as a swarm of rats and none of us know how to speak their language, so I was wondering if you'd be able to do something about that.

I can try?

Sometimes I try stuff and it doesn't always work, but I'll try my best!

Thanks. I think that's the most we can ask for at the moment, anyways.

[Anywho, time to take a quick trip downstairs to where the rats hang out? Once they're there, he'll pick one up and just. Lightly touch Sol to its side. Anything happen?!]

[The rat seems vaguely Uncomfortable at being held, but only in the way a normal rat might be bothered.

Eventually Sol will come through to Rean, though.]

Wow, it's like looking at myself! Except with rats instead of souls.

[Sorry buddy, you'll have to put up with it for now...! Although uh. Hm.]

Wait, what do you mean by that?

It's a bunch of rat brains that make up one mind? Sort of? I think.

It looks like that. I guess this is what it's like if someone looks at all of 'me' at once?

So they really are a bunch of rats, huh. [Hm...] I'm... guessing you can't speak to them, then?

I can try! But it's not the same as speaking to another person. It's Weird. It's like trying to talk to me if I shut off the 'me' voice.

So, kind of more like communicating intentions or feelings instead of words...?

It's more like, every sentence gets voted on by every member before it's spoken.

[...Whoa.]

That makes it sound like they're all individuals, just... interconnected. [Hm.] Can you ask if they have a name?

Sure, just a second!

[Sol goes quiet for about 30 seconds before speaking up again.]

They said their name was-

[And then Sol is screeching like a rat. Right in Rean's mind.]

[fUCK okay that was awful]

I-Is there any way to translate that? As in, into something human vocal cords can actually pronounce?

...

'Screech'?

...Right. Maybe we can figure out something else later.

[He should probably stop fooling around and get to the point here!]

A-anyways. Can you ask them how much they know about the resort's current condition? Like, what's causing it to be ill, and if they know about any intruders.

[It takes a few moments, and then:]

They're saying that the resort is really sick, and they're worried about their spouse. They want the Outsider gone, and they don't really care how, so long as he gets out.

[A nod.]

Tell them we're doing our best to figure things out, but we'll need whatever information they have in order to accomplish this. How much do they know about the resort's anatomy? We think the Outsider's in the resort's brain, but we don't know how to get there besides the vents.

[Another pause!]

They said to stay out of the vents, that's 'private space'. But they remember hearing something about a storage room? That might be a good place to look.

Alright, that's good to know. Thanks.

[What else...]

Do they know why the resort suddenly started up this game of mafia, by the way? As far as I remember, there hasn't been anything like it before, so it seems like it's related to the resort's illness, but...

[Chatting time!}

They say they can't say.

[Hrm.]

...Is that in they don't know, or they aren't allowed to talk about it?

They're not allowed to talk about it.

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