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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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Is she injured in any way? She didn't hit her head during the fall, right?]
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But she's mostly uninjured for the most part! ]
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D-doctor! Quick, someone get a doctor!
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Huh? What's wrong? Did you get injured?
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[I mean just look at her, she's all on the ground like that.
Atsushi is kneeling near her now though, trying to gently shake her awake.]
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Here, let me try something.
[ Reaching over to pinch Inaba's cheek. ]
Inalin! Are you awaaaake?
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Oh, Gott. What did you children even do at that sleepover?
[He reaches Atsushi and kneels on the ground beside Inaba. He checks her pulse at the wrist; meanwhile, Archimedes flutters over and lands on her head. He pecks curiously at her face- not hard enough to hurt, just checking for a response.]
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Good news: her pulse is fine, she's decisively not dead! Although she does groan a bit at the pecking, although she seems to not stir immediately. Please carry on. ]
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Medic looks around at the gawking bystanders.]
Have any of you noticed any signs of illness in her up to this point?
[He'd like to have some idea of what he's dealing with, here
Regardless of the answer, he's gonna pick up Archimedes and whisper something to him. Archimedes flies off and returns a minute later, struggling to carry a stethoscope in his tiny bird feet. He drops it in Medic's hand and lands on his shoulder, tired out.]
Danke- now, let's see...
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Ah.]
I think she probably collapsed from no sleep.
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[At least that narrows down all the possible causes. He sighs.]
Where's her room? I'll carry her back to it.
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Stress?
[Stress is probably mostly right!]
The tablet says it's room 121. Do you think there's anything that can help her sleep more if she still has trouble with it?
[He will follow along!]
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[Archimedes pecks at Medic's ear at that- he's still a little worn out from the stethoscope. Still, though, he obediently flies off.
Medic stands, carrying Inaba in his arms without any real trouble, and starts heading off in the direction of her room.]
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[He's like a duckling trotting after.]
Maybe we can ask for medicine from the staff, too?
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[Aaaand there's her room! Medic's hands are a little full with A Human Being, though. He's just gonna try to shoulder her to one arm so he can free his other hand to turn the knob.]
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[He can help push the door properly open if Medic needs it though?]
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[Nah, he's got it. Once the door's open, he brings her to her bed and just kinda. Plops her down.]
I'll probably stay here for a while to monitor her- I believe you that her reason for falling unconscious was lack of sleep, but I want to make sure there's no other complications that arise.
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[He's a little worried, himself...]
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[Medic vaguely remembers hearing something about that.]
Sure, go ahead. It can't hurt, ja?
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Yup! Just exhaustion!
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[Archimedes returns right about then, with a small bottle of sleep medication that he drops on the bedside table.
And now it's time to wait, and see how she's doing when she wakes up.]
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