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...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[latebluemer]

Oh. I thought you were always in the tablets, but you're... actually here?

[She's totally staring suspiciously at the blankets.]

[resortghosts]

I'm right here, you know. You don't have to type back to me.

[The imprint shifts a little.]

[latebluemer]

[Look, it's taking her a little bit to figure out how ghostly vocal cords might work. She feels a little silly -- but only a little!]

Well, I didn't know if you'd be able to talk. You've only been talking to us through the tablet.

[She's going to approach a little, still cautious and curious. Then:]

You can hold things, right? Here.

[Tossing him the moogle.]

[resortghosts]

[He grabs it, which looks to Aoi like the plushie's floating in mid-air.]

Of course I'm able to talk - you just can't hear me. I was screaming at you all during sunday, but you didn't hear anything.

[But onto less morbid and depressing topics.]

Pretty cute. This stuffed toy, I mean.

[latebluemer]

[Oh. She's quiet for a moment after that, but then nods and focuses her attention on the now-floating plushie. At least she's got some idea of where the Apprentice ghost's face and hands are. Accordingly, she's going to reach out to try and poke where the plushie's being held.

Just to see if somehow this ghost, like her neighbor, is solid in some way. She's already run into weird invisible oil monsters, it's fine.]

I have no idea what it is or where it came from... But it is kind of cute. Are you always around like this? All...

[Waves at the vague space where he is.]

[resortghosts]

[She's able to poke it! It feels very much like how it feels when you poke someone in the hand, honestly.]

I try to be. I want to make sure I'm there when I'm needed, after all.

Though I don't listen in on private conversation - just the stuff said out in the public areas.

[latebluemer]

[This is so weird. Is it a cold hand? Just what is happening here, wow.]

I don't think you even need to listen in sometimes. This is a pretty loud crowd. I can barely hear myself think in here.

[It's not really put out, even if it's sincere. She's good with being in front of crowds; being in them is less pleasant.]

[resortghosts]

[There's no heat or cold at all, actually! It's weird as hell.]

Hahaha - I can't deny that. But it's nice, you know? The liveliness, I mean.

[latebluemer]

[Holy shit it's Schroedinger's hand. She's going to poke a little in other places around where the arms would be. Not hard, just questing.]

Yeah. I guess it was pretty quiet before we got here, right? Could you not talk to any of the other guests here?

[The other guests don't actually seem like they're very talkative in the first place, but she has to wonder.]