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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Comments

[imstuck]

[Phil takes a seat next to Medic, noticeably concerned that.]

So you were just watching me? Why didn't you say anything earlier?

[resortghosts]

[... Well.]

wasnt sure if you still didnt want me around right now

[imstuck]

[Yeah that's deeply concerning.

Phil reaches for Medic's hand, wherever that is.]

What? Medic I... I always want to be around you. What made you think I didn't want that?

[resortghosts]

[Medic squeezes Phil's hand immediately at that, a little more firmly than necessary. He lets go to write his next message, but takes the hand with his non-dominant one after a few moments.]

you've been more reclusive the last few days. wasnt sure of the reason, and didn't want to pry at first. you hadnt messaged me or attempted to seek me out, and whenever i did try to contact you you were dismissive.

ive told you before that i'm used to people in relationships growing tired of me and my "quirks". i couldn't tell for certain if that was the case or not. so. i wanted to give you space to figure things out if that was the case

[... He's not very smart sometimes.]

[imstuck]

[Phil looks downcast. He suddenly feels upset that he ignored his boyfriend for so long.]

Oh Medic...

This isn't about you, I promise. I just...

I promise you Medic, I don't want to be alone.

[He might be tearing up slightly saying that.

He's fine.]

[resortghosts]

[Oh.

Hey, no.

Medic stands up a little too suddenly (temporarily displacing Archimedes) and Phil quickly finds himself enveloped in a ghost hug. The angle is awkward, Medic's hands dig in too hard, and Archimedes is there. But it's the thought that counts, right

Medic's face is partially buried in the crook of Phil's neck, and he'll hear a harsh, shuddering breath as Medic tries to collect himself.

And then, of course, sticky notes follow.]

i shouldve asked

im sorry

[imstuck]

[Even with the awkward angle, Phil immediately returns the hug and bites his lip to keep himself from bursting into tears.

Even then he lets out a muted sob when he hears Medic's breath.]

Don't... don't apologize.

I really should have gone out more this week. It probably looked like I didn't want to deal with any of you guys anymore.

[resortghosts]

[Medic clings tighter, pressing kisses to Phil's neck and slowly evening out his breathing. His hands slowly relax into rubbing circles into Phil's back; he stops to write again, then goes right back into the hug.]

not your fault

i shouldve asked instead of assuming

im sure me staying away didnt make anything better

i dont know whats wrong but i want to help if i can. please

[Archimedes, meanwhile, moves from Medic's shoulder to Phil's, immediately preening at his hair.]

[imstuck]

[Eventually Phil calms down enough that he's not on the verge of tears, and is now sadly nuzzling Medic.]

Just... staying with me would be more than enough help. It's stupid that I'm getting worked up over this; I just had a memory of the foundation throwing me into solitary confinement.

I'm sure I had it easy compared to others.

[And, well... other things happened in his memory too, but he's still uncomfortable about that aspect.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic takes a sharp intake of breath, and his grip tightens for a moment.]

god.
the memories

i didnt even think about that

i've been in solitairy confinement before. it does things to you. i can never handle it for long- it feels like my brain is clawing in at itself.

you didnt deserve that. dont try to rationalize it like it couldve been worse- it shouldntve been worse. it shouldnt have happened at all.