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...?

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Comments

[perfeccion]

No thank you! I was simply... curious. [he looks at Kohaku with an eyebrow quirked]

[dolleyed]

[ Just... staring incredulously. He looks so done with all of this, but--- wait a second.

He'll turn to the staff member. ]

Would you freaks also give a sample of your flesh if asked for it?

[foundationmods]

If you'd like that, yes! Though it might collapse quickly.

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[dolleyed]

[ LOOKS AT SZAYEL QUESTIONINGLY. ]

You're the science guy. That of any use?

[perfeccion]

Collapse quickly, hm? Well... I do have another request then. I need a microscope, slides, and some Wright's-Giemsa stain. As well as a sample of your tissue -- muscle with skin attached, please. It needn't be large!

[foundationmods]

Of Course! I'll go and get that for you!

[The Staff member hurries off - and comes back with everything requested, smiling brightly despite the large CHUNK OF FLESH MISSING.

There is nothing inside of the wound - only a deep blackness.]

Here you are!

[dolleyed]

[ The flesh is alright. Kohaku really couldn't care less for looking at dead bodies or pieces of them.

But that blackness? Yeah, no. He's so not fucking with that. In fact, he's going to actively step back from the staff member. ]

[perfeccion]

[Szayel does two things very quickly. He takes a bite of the flesh before it can vanish and leans in close to look at that blackness]

[dolleyed]

[ How did this situation go from bad to worse in only a split second? ]

What the everliving fuck....

[foundationmods]

[It tastes...!

Like Baloney.

No literally, it tastes like an amalgamation of meats, none of them human.

As for the blackness, It sucks in the light. There's nothing but an empty, yawning void.]

Is that to your taste, Mr. Prince Albert?

[perfeccion]

[Szayel ignores Kohaku for the moment, savoring the meat and trying to pick out the individual flavors... He can't. It's like a cheap hot dog. But he knows human meat, and this is no human.

He swallows and licks his lips, taking note of the black fucking hole in the staff member. It reminds him of a Hollow's hole, to a certain extent]

Yes, that was very helpful -- I appreciate your sacrifice.

[ :) ]

[foundationmods]

No problem! Is there anything else you need from us?

[:D!!!!!!]

[perfeccion]

That will be all for now. Thank you.

[he goes to set up his microscope in the lobby. TIME TO SEE WHAT ELSE THEY HAVE. He'll also be holding on to the remains of the faux-meat until it... does whatever the Staff member feared it would]

[justonezero]

[Well that's a neat thing to see. He's with the rest of the accidental audience.

What's the data for that hole?]

[foundationmods]

[The same as the infinity in the Resort itself.]

[justonezero]

[Yeppers that tracks.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Why does he always have the worst timing for this shit? Because Ryoga sure managed to stumble right onto Szayel biting into flesh]

What the hell are you doing, you freak?!

[perfeccion]

Science.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

I may not even be in High School, but I don't think eating a chunk of someone counts as science! Not even because -

[He catches himself, glaring]

Not even with your stupid coat and attitude!

[perfeccion]

It does when you're a Hollow! My tongue is the most sensitive instrument we have for determining what sort of meat this is.

[Ryoga catches himself, but Szayel gives him a small glare regardless]

Do you have any better ideas?

[duskhound]

[This is... all kinds of alarming... Why are all the doctors here like this?!]

[perfeccion]

[science is dirty, Ellie]

[latebluemer]

[Okay, all of this looked dubious enough but Blue Angel was frankly prepared to look the other way considering all the damn dubious science and tech she's run into in her life. And then. And then this. The flesh has barely reached Szayel's face before she claps both hands to her mouth and baaaaacks way the fuck up.

Kind of pale, kind of looking like she might be sick, but mostly she's just staring.]

What...?

[It's muffled, but she might be frozen there.]

[perfeccion]

[he dabs his mouth with his gloved hand, smiling at Blue Angel]

Surprised?

[latebluemer]

... Disgusted!

[She bursts out, and puts her hands back over her mouth after as though to prevent more than words from falling out. It’s a precarious balance between outrage and nausea and shock here.]

I know you’re... whatever you are— but that was just— you don’t—why would you do that?!