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thefoundation2018-11-26 04:48 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2018-11-26 04:48 am
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WEEK 1 - MINGLE
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...?
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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He's definitely left dangling; he's kind of a scrawny boy. So. Uh. Thanks...?? Maybe.]
B...Blue Angel-san...
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Just Blue Angel, thanks. If I let go, are you going to fall down the mountain?
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[He'll offer that up totally honestly.]
But... I think I can probably handle it.
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[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.]
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[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.
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Is it something in the snow? Nobody could clear it out yesterday, either.
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The normal things?