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

[perfeccion]

Well... I usually would. But it seems like as soon as anyone harms them, they vanish. I can hardly do a proper vivisection in a split second.

[dolleyed]

Oh yeah, found that one out by experience.

[ Grumbling about it, still. ]

They wouldn't let me stab one to see if they bleed though.

[perfeccion]

Unfortunate! Even when asked nicely?

[dolleyed]

They, in this case, being the other captives for some fucking reason.

If we got blood, would that actually be any good to you?

[ He doesn't like science-y types but he likes the Staff much, much less. ]

[perfeccion]

Yes. I could examine it under a microscope with the proper stains... I could also taste it. As a Hollow, I can obtain a glut of information that way.

[dolleyed]

.... you're a creep, got it.

[ .... do not taste the blood. In Kohaku's world that means infection and death. ]

But if I get one of the fuckers to bleed, you'll know.

[perfeccion]

Such a dirty word. [but also not denying it]

Excellent. You know, I do have some blood collection tubes around here, somewhere...

[dolleyed]

You came disgustingly prepared.

[ Which is somehow a GOOD THING now? Why does the crazy science dude have to be on his side now. ]

[perfeccion]

[he puffs up like a proud peacock]

I'm always prepared, my boy.