WEEK 1 - MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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

[geckodad]

I have no idea how you can understand 'im.

[Iwai has the impression the Medic simply imagines a response, really. There has to be a limit to that bird's smarts!]

[blutsauger]

Hahahh... Well. That's a long story for another time, I feel.

[Now that one person already knows he sold his soul and a few others know he was in hell, Medic's starting to remember that maybe keeping secrets is good sometimes.]

[geckodad]

I see, it's a secret.

[Not that Iwai can't understand that. He's keeping secrets of his own too, hah!]

So, what's your opinion on everythin'? How screwed are we?

[And are you going to keep any future dead person's skull for your pigeon?]

[blutsauger]

Honestly, I've been in worse situations, but I'm pretty sure I'm an outlier. And I'm not a fan of the fact that, well- most of the people here seem to be teenagers. And if that "mafia" game turns out more sinister than the Staff described it... I don't like it.

[At least part of why Medic is concerned is that he finds the idea of experimenting on kids to be distasteful, so nearly all available test subjects here go out the window]

[geckodad]

[Once Iwai finds out about that he'll want Medic to at least ask beforehand if he can experiment on his dead body, hah]

'If'? It's a guarantee.

[You know, given the...dead person's bones and ghost, the corpse-eating rats, the general eerie place this is, the bizarre staff, and everything else]

[blutsauger]

[Please, Medic always asks first with live civilians! Other mercenaries, however, should know what they're getting into when they sign that contract.

If Iwai's already dead and not present as a ghost, though, there's no one to ask permission from, soooo...]

I know, I know- I suppose I just hold out a little hope. It feels like everything is out of my control, and I hate that.

[geckodad]

There has to be something we can do.

[If not to survive, then to get out of here]