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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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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[resortghosts]

[While trauma memories sure have been happening, there is a walking floating mistletoe wandering around.

Hm.

Spooky.]

[whirlingmace]

[ Oh no it's a possessed mistletoe.

Cinque is on her way to find people actually while she sees it. ]

Hey hey... what are you doing with that?

[ She sounds very tired ]

[resortghosts]

I missed out on mistletoe last week, so I thought that today would be the best day for it, since it's Christmas Eve.

[BUT DISREGARDING MISTLETOE AFTER THAT TO TYPE--]

Are you doing alright, though? You sound exhausted.

[messianic]

[Well, some of us might be feeling a bit more able to see this game through to the end, but Minato may not be one of those ranks. He's taken a lot that's come his way (including his own impending death) without looking too shaken, but today... is a little different.

He's pale, and can be found mostly in a corner of the restaurant, seating in a chair as close to the wall as possible, as if trying to make himself smaller. There's food in front of him--okonomiyaki this time--but it's thoroughly untouched, so he probably hasn't even realized that it's not as good anymore as it used to be.

Hard to say if he'd even care at this point, because his head is lowered, arms wrapped around himself instead of eating.

SO HOW ARE WE ALL DOING TODAY, FRIENDS]

[resortghosts]

[Well, there is going to be an attempt at a tap at Minato's shoulder in hopes of grabbing his attention.]

[messianic]

[what up, ghost friend.

Minato does stir, but... slowly.

Slowly, he lifts his head.]

... Sorry--what is it?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He nearly jumps back at seeing the floating mistletoe before relaxing]

Oh, yeah, there's still mistletoe around....

[He rubs the back of his head]

[resortghosts]

[A tablet ping!]

Don't apologize to me. You haven't touched most of your food. Are you okay...?

[whirlingmace]

[ No need to disregard mistletoe. It's kind of fun.

But at the question she frowns. ]

I had a really bad dream.

[ She'll reach out to touch Inaba. ]

I'll be okay... I just really don't want to be alone right now.

MEETING... TIME...

[duskhound]

[It's... it's time for the meeting again, isn't it... Well,, even if she's actively keeping a physical distance from everyone, the group still need some sort of direction here, so she speaks up.]

Umm... We just need to do this like every week, right...? There's... a lot to talk about this time, I think.

First of all, most of us probably get memories back this week.

...

...Moving on! We found out quite a bit about the resort, so we should probably talk about that, too... And we'll probably need to see if we can talk to the rats at some point this week.

After that, umm... I heard we found the Jorogumo? So we know who all the mafia are now, but we still haven't really resolved things with the mafia. We need a solution for at least one of them before the end of the week, or we'll end up having to kill someone.

As always, if anyone has anything else to discuss, please bring it up.

[resortghosts]

[The mistletoe seems to bobble around playfully, but there is no other response to it. What do, Ryoga?]

[messianic]

[Oh... right. Minato blinks slowly, glancing at his food as if just registering it's there, before he frowns a little.]

... Yeah. I'm fine. Just... not hungry right now, I guess. I thought I was.

[He is way out of it right now.]

[whirlingmace]

[ It's a friend. So she's going to go over there and scoot a chair next to him before sitting down. Just going to reach over to poke him. ]

Hey hey, Mimi.

[ She looks pretty tired herself. ]

Did you have a bad dream, too?

[resortghosts]

[Tablet ping!]

Did everyone's memory just suck really hard because from the looks of it, that seems to be the general consensus and I am now extremely worried about all of you.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Ryoga rubs the sleep out of his eyes, stifling a yawn]

I... actually remembered something, why now of all times.

[resortghosts]

I don't believe you.

[That response is practically immediate, sorry Minato.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He almost freezes, before breathing out - he's being silly. He gentley reach out to try to feel the holder, and hopes he doesn't mishold - a forehead kiss should be okay?]

[xenoqueen]

[Curiously, Ripley is noticeably not present at this meeting. Wonder what's up with that.]

[duskhound]

...You did? But you didn't have the amnesiacs like the rest of us, did you?

[On the one hand, this makes it seem kind of important. On the other hand... If it is, I absolutely should not know.]

[messianic]

[NOT...UNFAIR TBH...

Minato reads it slowly... and then rubs his face tiredly.]

... I don't really know what to think anymore, to be honest.

[messianic]

["Dream"... it'd be nice if it was just a bad dream, wouldn't it?]

... Yeah. I did.

Are... are you okay, Cinque-san?