WEEK 1 - MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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

[tacticalespionageaction]

Doesn't get any, either.

[It's a rough re-entry into consciousness most mornings.]

You know, you need a good night's sleep to perform at your best.

[This may sound like an insult to your exploration attempts, Ripley, but it is, in a way, a very vague expression of care.]

[xenoqueen]

[just imagining a prolonged 'hhrngnngnrngnngnngng' while snake tries to get up.

Ripley raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms.]

Thanks, but I don't need another adult telling me how to take care of myself. I got...enough sleep last night.

[Sure doesn't sound like it.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Yeah that's how it goes.]

Doesn't look like it.

[He has eyes, Ripley.]

You're trying to lead these people, aren't you?

[xenoqueen]

[you can't catch her she's got trauma that has barely just settled in]

I'd hardly call myself a leader.

[She sighs, crossing her arms. It's not that she's not up for the job, it's just...she'd rather not. But it doesn't look as if anyone else is raring to take charge of the situation.]

I'm just trying to make sure that nobody makes any stupid mistakes that end up with all of us getting killed. That's all. [She sighs.] Though that's easier said than done with this many people.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Sorry, Ripley, every other adult here is a disaster.

It's not like Snake can't sympathize, he gets being forced into a position you don't want to take because it works out better for others. But sometimes, you just have to do the job you're good at.]

With so many kids, too.

[Involving civilians in something like this was bad enough, but he doesn't like this extra detail one bit.]