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...?

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[latebluemer]

[Damn, it's like having 360-degree noise-canceling headphones, except it's like everything-phones. Or whatever. If she'd actually been a full-on singing-and-dancing idol she would have been more impressed or at least better-acquainted with the value of these acoustics, but--

Instead, Blue Angel's going to stare right back at him, appraisingly. She's used to people staring at her avatar in all of its eye-catching glory, because that's what she made it for. Of course it's a little odd when it really is her, in a sense. But she's going with it.]

It's not showing its age at all -- I thought it might be why there was something... weird... happening around you. You do know that you turn off color and sound for some reason when you play, right?

[dolleyed]

Well, pretty hard not to notice. Makes me glad the orchestra isn't around, canceling out the rest of the ensemble would be a real nuisance.

[ Which brings him to the actual, rather frustrating, point... ]

So... whatever this is, it's new. The people here did it to me.

[latebluemer]

I don't know, the people here are pretty weird. I wouldn't have been surprised if you came with it. But... you play with an orchestra, huh?

[It's semi-rhetorical, because it's a little surprising that a seeming lone wolf and loose cannon like him can play with an ensemble. But then again, musicians are known for being tempestuous creatures? Maybe? The more important point is the second one, which makes her raise her eyebrows in surprise.

She approaches a little then, just to look him over again. He looks the same as in the blizzard, she's pretty sure. But...]

The... ghost did say that some of us were changed, somehow. But I'm not sure that's what he meant. Why would they make you cancel sound and color?

[dolleyed]

Wish I knew. This is not exactly monstrous.

[ He pauses a little, thinking. ]

I did have a pretty realistic dream about being experimented on, but... might not have anything to do with this either way.

[latebluemer]

Then maybe it's something different, but if we're supposed to be watching out for even more changes...

[She's already on the most ridiculously modified -- or rather updated -- part of the spectrum, so it's making her head spin to think about what the hell else they could even do. Could they really do all this with just an injection? Though speaking of which:]

I think a bunch of us had that same dream, though. The one with the machine, and where they pricked your neck with a needle?

[She's not going to mention the goop that came with the whole thing, because gross, and also it's weird enough already.]

[dolleyed]

Yep, that one.

[ How deeply reassuring that this is apparently a shared experience. ]

I figured my brain was just remixing past memories into a weird nightmare, but I guess that's not the case. Hurray, how lucky for all of us.