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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...?

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[And here's one (1) Blue Angel, probably testing to see how high she can get on her hoverboard and whether there's a ceiling there to teleport her -- has she learned from yesterday? only a little? -- so there's a fine dusting of frost on her when she comes diving back down from the sky in response to the fireworks.

She's frowning as she looks around, it's all blinding white, so it's a good thing both boys have dark colors going on. She's going to touch down right in between them. Her landing throws up a sheet of snow, also, so they're probably half buried now. It also throws off her aim and the D-board is probably now sitting on them. Well done, just in general.

Anyway, hands on hips:]

Are you trying to start an avalanche or something? I'm surprised we haven't had one, with how loud everyone is. [okay, so she's being pretty loud too] What did you even do?

[. . . well. this is what he deserves for trying a big thing, he guesses. to be buried in snow and a D-board. Akira doesn't even move as the blanket of snow washes over him, and when he responds, his voice is muffled]

Maaaaaagic.

[NOT REALLY A GREAT RESPONSE TO HER QUESTION, BUT OKAY]

[Is his voice coming from under her? It's totally coming from under her. Hm.

Blue Angel steps delicately off her board and then uses it to start shifting some of the snow off him, mostly so that she can actually hear him. It's kind of futile to actually try and clean him off, she's not even going to try.]

... It's not very good magic, is it? I can't even tell what you were trying to do. Smoke signals?

[There isn't even any smoke??]

[UUUGH THIS IS EMBARRASSING. sigh. he just has to roll with it. and roll with it he does as he sits up and attempts to dust snow half-heartedly from his shoulders]

We were trying to clear out the snow so we could all get out of here.

[Raising her eyebrows. Taking a pointed look around them at the super pristine snow and then. Just looking back at him.......]

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. . .

It didn't work.

[OBVIOUSLY]

I realize that, but it looks like it never even happened at all. Where did that explosion go?

[GRRGPGHFKNAS.

Minato is immediately sitting up to try to brush the snow off...

And then flopping back over again.

Agghhh. It's so cold.]

[This is what you get for exploding the snow and then lying in it.

Blue Angel is here for you while you make the saddest snow angels known to mankind. Blue Angel is also just poking you a little with her foot now, she's not getting down unless she has to.]

Hello? If you stay out here too long, the moose is going to eat you.

[Probably not. But you never know.]

[Blue Angel is right at all times.]

... Do moose eat people?

[A beat. His brow furrows]

Mooses...?

I think it's moose.

[She's wrinkling her nose because she's trying not to look amused at the non-sequitur or at how dumb they both look. They're like sad little snowmen that got kicked over.]

And anyway, this is a moose that can teleport. I wouldn't run into its territory too much if I were you.

[Now she's just messing around, do moose even have territory. Eh.]

... Teleportation moose...

[Sugoi.]

That is a little scary, you're right.

[HRM...]

I'd better-- [He tries to get up, and flops back into the snow pathetically.]

I'm pretty sure it can't fly, so I'm safe.

[She really hopes it can't fly, moose are alarming enough without also coming at you from above like a swooping turd of prey. She watches Minato flop over like wet tissue paper and shakes her head after a moment.]

Did you two actually blow yourselves up? Honestly. Lift up your arm.

[Annnd she's going to go ahead and materialize her whip to wrap it around his wrist when he does. Then? Then she's going to fire up her D-board. He might just get literally yanked out of the snow and end up dangling in the air at this rate. And poor Akira will probably get a faceful of snow, but collateral damage happens.]

[GUH....

He's definitely left dangling; he's kind of a scrawny boy. So. Uh. Thanks...?? Maybe.]

B...Blue Angel-san...

[The corner of her mouth quirks up a little -- this is too much power for a girl with a whip, okay -- but ultimately Blue Angel does descend again to deposit him lightly on the snow. She does keep her whip where it is just in case he falls over again, since he's a noodle at the best of times.]

Just Blue Angel, thanks. If I let go, are you going to fall down the mountain?

Maybe.

[He'll offer that up totally honestly.]

But... I think I can probably handle it.

Hmm. I'm totally not flying all the way down to recover your body, in that case.

[She doesn't actually loosen her whip at this point, because she is definitely not in the mood for more bodies, even if he brought it upon himself somehow. She does come down a bit more, though, so she's not tugging him around. Congrats on your snow leash.]

Are you going to try that again?

[It's in fact questioning. Of course this is a mess, but so was the couch pile. She can't entirely talk.]

Nnnope...

[He murmurs that obediently, shaking his head. He doesn't seem to be arguing the snow leash, as well...though he's mostly steady on his feet now.]

Once was enough, trust me... I feel like I need to sleep for a week.

It's almost impressive that with all that noise and drama, nothing... really happened.

Is it something in the snow? Nobody could clear it out yesterday, either.

It's gotta be some sort of magic, or something... because none of the normal things are working.

[Have a tilt of the head.]

The normal things?

WEEK 1 - MINGLE

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