thefoundation | WEEK 1

WEEK 1

You've found a safe haven from the wind and the snow - yet, perhaps you're not quite out of danger yet. The Resort Staff are odd, but seem harmless - jumping to any whim you might have, if it doesn't make them oddly lock up.

The weather all week is perfect - the perfect temp and snow for plenty of skiing. The firepit in the courtyard is always lit too, with ingredients for smores and hot chocolate always available in the lobby. Though...in the halls, a strange bunch of songs keep playing from the hotel's sound system. Is whoever runs this place a weird cover song enthusiast?

So far, everything seems fine....but there's a weird sense of unease lingering over the Resort as everyone wakes up Monday Morning. Maybe that has something to do with that strange memory that popped in your head when you woke up? Or maybe it's that all of you woke up in the middle of a snowstorm, with no memory of how you got there?

In the end...even though everything should be fine, why does it feel like this is only the prelude to a nightmare...?

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[The explosion interrupts Ripley's search for any Hidden Secrets™ the staff may have hidden from them, and she immediately runs out into the snow without bothering to put on her parka to find...them....

...Hm. It's as if they just both decided to just lie down in the snow at the same time. But what was that explosion? She kneels down, frowning.]

Are you boys just going to lie around in the snow, or am I going to have to drag Medic out here to perform surgery on your frostbitten limbs?

[That's her way of checking to see if they're alright.]

[Akira's response is muffled because he's, you know. face down in the snow]

Too late. We're dead. Surgery won't help.

[they're fine]

[press f to pay respects]

Good to hear that you're dead. [Said in a dry tone.] Mind explaining why you two are just lying in the snow?

[just guys bein dudes]

[just dudes doin' stupid things]

Magic.

To clear out the snow.

. . . didn't work.

Out of SP.

Tired. . .

[there, that's a nice, brisk explanation, right??]

[...

Ripley has a lot of questions, but she knows she probably won't get them answered right now.]

Well, you're not exactly going to get much rest freezing to death. Need some help up?

[She extends a hand for Akira to take.]

[his arm feels like jelly, but he lifts it to take her hand and attempt to pull himself up. keyword: attempt, because once he does so he just flops right on over again]

[fucking rip. Ripley decides to just sit down next to Akira in the snow.]

Well. Guess we're just gonna sit here until we both freeze to death.

Rest in peace, us. We both lived a good, long life.

[he does not actually intend to freeze out here]

[She cracks a grin--probably the first time since she's gotten here.]

Sad I never reached my goal of petting all the cats in the universe. Got any regrets you'd like to share?

[a beat]

[and then, forlornly]

I regret never finishing the last season of X-Folders.

[he came SO CLOSE]

[That makes her laugh out loud as she turns to look at Akira.]

X-Folders?! What is that, knock-off X-Files?

[A pause.]

Never got much further than the first season, myself, actually. Centuries old media is weird sometimes, even if people do consider some things to be classics.

[Oh god anything but that guy.]

... I think we'll be okay. Er... sorry for worrying you...?

[If it's worry that she's feeling here, he's not sure.]

[yeah thats right yall better behave or else ripleys sending medic after you]

That's good to hear. You guys have any idea what that explosion was? It sounded like it was close to here.

[Eyes Minato carefully.]

[UH...

Well.

He has absolutely no talent when it comes to lying, so...]

... That was our fault. Mostly. Ultimately it didn't do anything but look flashy, though.

That would explain the snow, at least.

[A small smile appears on her face.] As long as you guys are safe. Don't get too crazy out here--we've still got monsters to worry about.

[... Yeah... Minato rubs the back of his head at that, dislodging some snow.]

You're right... sorry about that. It was a little reckless, I guess.

[She holds out a hand to help him up.]

Well, if...magic doesn't work to clear the snow, I doubt that any physical labor will clear it, either. [She frowns, tilting her head.] Huh. Who taught you magic?

[Honestly, this whole situation is mind numbing enough without trying to fight the preconception that magic exists.]

... Would you believe me if I said it just kind of happened one day?

[Thanks, JRPGs.]

But after that...practice, mostly. Lots and lots of practice.

No, but it's not like I have any knowledge about magic to question it.

[look she comes from a sci-fi horror film. magic is completely out of the question here.]

Let's hope you don't use any of that magic against anyone here, huh?

Against...?

[There's a slow blink, as if it's only just now crossing his mind that that's a possibility.]

Oh... no. [nOPE.] It's for fighting--well, Shadows. Not people.

[...And just when she was thinking that magic might've been helpful on the Nostromo.]

Oh. [A frown.] So, it's...literally no different than if you were in, like, a video game, per se?

... I guess that's a fair comparison. You could probably use it against anyone if you wanted to, but...

[His brow furrows, and he shakes his head.

He doesn't really want to think about using his Personas against people.]

That's not how it's supposed to be. That would be wrong.

[Ripley nods.] Good kid.

[Let's just hope that he doesn't have to use them anytime soon.]

Wanna head inside and maybe warm up with a bit of hot chocolate? Might help energize you guys, too.

WEEK 1 - MINGLE

god this is so late im sorry

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