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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[xenoqueen]

[Ripley crosses her arms, wincing slightly as she positions her hands carefully around her wound. There's a pause as she taps her fingers against her arm, eyebrows furrowed in thought. She notes Makoto's body language and takes a small step back, eyeing her.

After a long stretch of silence, she speaks again, her voice low and flat. A question.]

Would you want her to live, then?

[Just one question.]

[justfists]

... I don't know.

[she looks down. She knows that's what Ripley's been driving at the whole time. She doesn't know if she should be grateful or if she should wish for Cinque's freedom as much as her own.

It was very much a gray area for her.]

But I wouldn't have wanted to live, if it meant the Barghest survived. I don't know if Cinque-san would feel the same about the Doppelgänger.