WEEK 1 - MINGLE

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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...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[xenoqueen]

An officer. That's it.

[though lesbian is accurate too]

Really? I can think of at least three other brands that are better than this one. Though, preserved space coffee is definitely not on that list.

[winter1982]

Whatever you say! An officer it is, then.

[go kiss your wife ripley]

And Officer Ripley, I beg to differ. Wilkins is the best of the best, whether you like it or not. I'd dare you to find anything here that's better than this, the true elixir of life, but it's not worth it. You'd fail.

[xenoqueen]

[she would but she's not here!!!]

I'd bet on that. Four words. [With a smile, Ripley holds up a hand and starts ticking off fingers as she speaks.] Wilkins with vanilla creamer.