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

[justonezero]

Who? Who?!

[Give him the deets!!]

[whirlingmace]

[ Just going to poooooint over at Akira. ]

Satalingaling.

[justonezero]

Satalinga... oh, because he's Satan?

[Makes sense!]

[whirlingmace]

Yup yup! That's right.

[ Everyone gets nickname. ]

[justonezero]

So that makes you... Cinqueyling?

[whirlingmace]

Or Cinquito the Great Agito! Hehe.

1/2

[justonezero]

[With gusto:]

Cinquito the Great Agito!

2/2

[justonezero]

That might be a little too long.

[whirlingmace]

[ Hmm ]

Cinquey is fine, too!

[justonezero]

Okay, Cinquey then!

You can call me whatever you want! Garbo-trash, or garbage, maggot, pest, spineless, plankton, moron...

[He rattles off the same list he's pretty much been giving all week.]

[whirlingmace]

Are you trying to say you're trash?

[ Why this Yo yo? ]

I can call you anything, huh?

[justonezero]

Yup!

[He's garbaaaaaaage.]

Call me whatever you like! I'll accept it no matter what it is!

[whirlingmace]

Hmm.

[ Tugging on his ears? Are those ears??? ]

Hoppy? Bunnie? Bun bun!

[purrtagonist]

[IT GOT LONGER?]

Hm? I wasn’t staring at anyone.

[whirlingmace]

You were you were! I saw you.

[ Maybe it'll be a name that'll never end at some point. ]

[purrtagonist]

[satalingalingalingalinga—]

[arches a brow, more bemused than defensive]

When?

[whirlingmace]

When Blueski was talking about the tablet.

[purrtagonist]

When. . . Blue Angel-san brought up the profiles?

[just to make sure he knows what she’s talking about]

[whirlingmace]

Yup yup. You were staring really really hard at a certain someone.

[ And then you dragged them out with you to make fireworks! hmm ]

[purrtagonist]

[thinks thinks thinks— oh!]

Ah, yeah. You’re right. I guess I was staring.

[just casually admitting to it]

[whirlingmace]

[ Ah ha! ]

Hehe. I like him, he's very nice.

[ So good eye there? Buuuut ]

You know there's better ways of getting a date than blowing yourselves up and laying in the snow.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . .]

[SUPER BLANDLY]

Any suggestions? A top ten date spots in murder resort list?

[whirlingmace]

[ You know what though? She's going to wave him over and pat the spot next to her. Here here. ]

Hmm. Maybe by the fire with hot cocoa. That sounds really nice right now.

[messianic]

[...]

[purrtagonist]

[SORRY SENPAI HE THINKS IT'S FUNNY]