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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[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?!

[perfeccion]

[Szayel doesn't seem surprised by the outburst, nor is he bothered]

I am what I am, my dear. I did that so I could find out, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the Staff are not human. Not even close.

[latebluemer]

[Since he just ingested people chunks with a straight face it’s not like she expects a regular reaction from him, but her face still twists a little before she takes a deep, shaky breath and speaks again.]

There must be a— a thousand different ways to figure that out that don’t... that don’t involve that! And you hardly have to do anything to figure out they aren’t human.

[This breakfast club is so over before it really even began! Sad.]

Did you even figure out what they are?

[perfeccion]

There are... But they would all take time, and equipment that we don't have. Even if I did ask for it.... would I really be able to trust it, given the wool they just tried to pull over my eyes? But... I also figured out that they aren't... anything. Didn't you notice? The staff member walked away, out of our sight, before bringing back that bologna.

[latebluemer]

Probably serves you right for trying to get chunks of them.

[It's muttered, though, because it's not like she hasn't thought before about what would happen if they could somehow... see what the staff are made of. She just never went beyond vaguely thinking of it. Anyway, the rest has her sufficiently distracted.]

... But that doesn't make any sense. How can they not be anything? They're right there, and they're solid, even if-- [even if there are ghosts and this guy is supposedly a solid ghost?]

[...]

Bologna...?

[perfeccion]

Well, not... actually bologna. Some sort of bologna-like product. I'm unsure, actually. [he shrugs] I need more data.

[latebluemer]

Bologna, but not bologna, but actually nothing. [actually, the creepy void was a bit hard to miss??] Some kind of mystery meat...?

[Um, gross? Not even the most impoverished or hard-pressed student would put that in their mouths, somehow she thought you had higher standards than that, oddly put-together mad scientist neighbor, but alas.

Okay but more importantly--]

... By more data, you don't mean trying to eat more of them, do you?

[perfeccion]

[he uses his mouth for all sorts of things :)]

Well... not just that. More data in general.

[latebluemer]

[GROSS x 3,000 SHE'S GOING TO SCRUB OUT HER META]

... I didn't actually want to know if you'd eat even more of whatever they brought you. They could totally poison you and you wouldn't care.

[That's less out of worry and more out of this-is-probably-the-type-of-guy-who-ingests-poison-to-build-immunity.]

What I really don't understand is how they faked the blood? You got it directly from them, didn't you?

[perfeccion]

[WINK WONK]

I'm immune to most kinds of poisons. [nailed it] Indeed. I got that blood directly out of the vein... But. That vein wasn't even there until I asked for it. These Staff creatures are able to bend reality in ways I fear we will never be able to properly document!

[latebluemer]

If they created it, doesn't that mean it counts as part of them? This really doesn't make any sense.

[She feels like a broken record, repeating that -- but most things stopped making sense when they got here. At this point, she's not rejecting reality but pointing out the inconsistencies in how they're trying to face it.]