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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[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He smiles in sympathy - damn it feels like his eyes might leak, he understands that feeling all too well!]

Okay, Apprentice-San, we'll make sure you won't ever feel like that again.

[resortghosts]

...Thank you. So many of you have been so kind...I still wonder if I'm not hallucinating all of this sometimes.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He considers, before he raises a hand, and then gently lower it, patting the top of the blanket pile]

You can feel this, right? I never heard of an hallucination that effects touch...

[resortghosts]

...I can. I really can...

[There's a pause, and the blanket shifts a little, as if he's wiping his face.]

You're all really here, and...talking to me. Even if you can't hear my voice, I....

I've wanted this for so long.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[His lips started to quiver, then he throws his free arm over his own face, holding it there for a rather suspiciously long time]

[resortghosts]

[Ah.

Ryoga might feel the pressure of a hand on his shoulder.]

Hey...What're you crying for?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He had to rub his face before removing his hand to pick up the tablet, shivering at the feeling of a phantom hand]

I don't know... I guess I just, know what it's like to be lonely?

[resortghosts]

...I see.

If you want to talk about that, I'll listen. I think - it might help us both.