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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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[how dark is it in here?]
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[and then. . . he starts crawling. and anyone watching will totally see his feet disappear peacefully into the vent. goodbye, world]
ignore this
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The Cellphone light illuminates the metal clearly and easily as he crawls, the space not getting any shorter. Yet, the tunnel just keeps going....
Continue?]
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And the more he crawls, the more...things start to change.
But it's when The metal around him feels squishy and looks red in the cellphone's light is when he might realize things aren't going how he thought.
Continue?]
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What the. . .
[okay no he's going to. stop for a moment, brows furrowed, and reach out to. poke a red and squishy vent wall with two fingers?]
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It feels like flesh.
And comforting.
Like you've returned to y o u r m o t h e r ' s w o m b]
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crawl closer
something is waiting for you
something
Ah
there's light-]
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There's what looks like one of the Staff in a cap and white clothing a little distance away.]
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[Akira is a bit too stunned to land on his feet, but he does trip forward and nearly faceplant into the fleshy ground as he falls. he catches himself quickly, snapping up as his gaze darts around the room, cell phone flashlight lifted above his head to illuminate the area]
[he spots the staff member. . . and immediately freezes. he doesn't call out to them, or try to get their attention, or acknowledge them in any other way]
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wait -
That's...
not a staff member???
The completely white person barks something on their walkie-talkie, whipping out a knife - and then rushes headlong at Akira, with the obvious intent to kill.
WHAT DO?]
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-- shit!
[strange all white person is rushing at him with a KNIFE, what the fuck? fortunately! Akira has battle-honed instincts, and he yanks a combat knife he lovingly found in his room from his belt, immediately takes a step back to fall into a battle stance, and lifts his weapon to catch his enemy's before it can cut into anything]
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im not sure if im committed enough to make this a non-gagtag or not
Re: im not sure if im committed enough to make this a non-gagtag or not
FLESH: IN BELLY
Archimedes is forcibly escorted from the vent
By which we mean a gust of wind makes the pidgeon fly out.]
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Waugh?!
[Ryoga instinctively stumbles back, windmilling to try to maintain his balance]
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try not to have a bad thing happen to you, Akira. ]
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He calls up after the boy;] Make wise choices!
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Yes, mom!
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