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

[messianic]

[... He'll gladly take that.

and so, to try to lighten the mood:]

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

I'm proud of you, Inaba-san.

[Minato has never made that face in his life.]

[resortghosts]

You were secretly an emoji person, Arisato?!

[messianic]

They're my secret weapon, to be used when the time is right.

[Because he's so non-emotive nobody ever expects it.]

[resortghosts]

Why is now that time. . .

[messianic]

The timing just seemed perfect.

I couldn't resist.

[resortghosts]

Please imagining me sighing because that's what I'm doing right now.

Why are you proud of me, anyway?

[messianic]

Because you've become incredibly strong, in your own Inaba-san way.

So of course I'm proud of you.

[resortghosts]

In my own way, huh?

I don't know if I'd agree with you there, really. I'm just hiding a lot.

[messianic]

That's the funny thing about peoples' feelings...

You can't really help how other people feel about you. And to me? That's how I feel.

[resortghosts]

... feelings suck, actually?

[messianic]

Yeah, sometimes.

Can't deny that.

[resortghosts]

Thanks for that confirmation. . .