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

[whirlingmace]

[ It's okay. his heart miiiight be saying it for her.

Or you know maybe that she can spit around the edges of his mask. ]

Doesn't he look good? I think he looks super heroic!

[maskarang]

[ don't call him out on his blushing...! ignoring the first part btw. ]

Did you expect anything else? No one is as well practiced in the art of heroic poses as Owain. He could carry a stick and still manage to look noble.

[whirlingmace]

[ Aww. Swimming over to the edge to fold her arms over it. ]

Just noble?

[maskarang]

[ He makes sure to stay a fair few feet away. Sorry, but he doesn't want to get splashed. ]

Well, "heroic" comes to mind. That one is obvious enough that I felt no need to say it.

[whirlingmace]

What else what else? Anything else that starts with the same letter as heroic?

[maskarang]

... High-spirited.

[whirlingmace]

What else what else?

[maskarang]

Honorable.

[whirlingmace]

Think of a word we heard recently while we were solving a puzzle.

[maskarang]

Cinque.

[whirlingmace]

Gerbear.

[maskarang]

No.

[whirlingmace]

What? You don't think I was right?

[maskarang]

... I think this is a waste of time.

[whirlingmace]

I think he needs to hear it. It's been a super bad week for him, right?

[ For them both ]

[maskarang]

[ For them both. Eventually, he sighs softly and crosses his arms. ]

I know you mean well, Cinque. But... no. I will not be set up and coerced into speaking, no matter how badly you think it's needed. Now, if you will excuse me... [ He's turning to leave. Or at least turning to talk to Owain before leaving. ]