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

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Comments

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Oh. Well that sure is a question.]

Well... I think it's been about nine years by now, give or take.

[geckodad]

Nine years...?

[Hm. You don't seem that old, Rean]

How old are you, again?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Eighteen. [But he does seem to have a vague idea of what Iwai is getting at here.]

It's not really unusual to start early when it comes to the martial arts, though. I guess you could say it comes hand in hand with tradition.

[geckodad]

Yeah? You come from a family of swordsmen or somethin'?

[It's not something that happens nowadays. Iwai can't think of anyone like this back at home]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[There's a pause like he's debating how to word this.]

You could say that. Dad's definitely inherited his technique from his side of the family, that's for sure. It's the same for my sister, too.