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thefoundation2018-12-24 12:05 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-12-24 12:05 pm
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WEEK 5 MINGLE
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.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
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[ But he'll also give a small sigh. Maybe they can figure out something else, he hopes, but it looks like this one was a bust. ]
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[That was it, not giving in when something didn't work out.]
Just means we have to look somewhere else. Narrows down the possibilities.
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Yeah, there's gotta be somewhere else we haven't looked before...or looked hard enough at.
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[He scratches his head, looking over at the fish tank, blue glow of the water spilling over them.]
...Shame I'm not a biologist. Seems like we need one right now.
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[ Roxas follows his gaze, which turns questioning when he says something like that... ]
Why would we need a biologist?
[ He's just kind of curious--most of it being because he knows so little of that at all. Including about the subject's existence. ]
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[As he says that, he begins to wonder how alive the other things living in it are...including these fish.]
Sick, too. If we had someone that was used to figuring out foreign bodies...maybe we'd know what we were dealing with, better.
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[ It's probably a holiday miracle, if anything. ]
I think I get it. Maybe someone I kind of knew back home would be able to help us figure out these kinds of things more, but he's not here, so...
[ Honestly, Syazel seemed to be knowledgeable about this sort of thing--or he seemed to be that kind of person, but he was too busy being dead. ]