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

[foundationmods]

[Well, there aren't any other vent openings, which is weird.

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?]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . . . . . um]

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?]

[foundationmods]

[It's warm.

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]

1/2

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

[purrtagonist]

[slowly. . . continues. . . forward?]

1/2

[foundationmods]

[That's it

crawl closer

something is waiting for you

something

Ah

there's light-]

[foundationmods]

[Akira finds himself falling forward into a flesh-covered room, the sound of breathing coming from all around him.

There's what looks like one of the Staff in a cap and white clothing a little distance away.]

[purrtagonist]

[HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT--]

[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]

[foundationmods]

[Oh, he doesn't have to. A little stick suddenly pops up on top of the hat of the Staff member, and they look around in confusion before turning, and -

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?]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . funnily enough, when Akira sees that it isn't a staff member, he exhales deeply, shoulders sagging. but like, only for a second, because]

-- 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]

[foundationmods]

[That works, and the eosinophil just stares at Akira for a moment before single-mindedly trying to attack again and again.

There's also the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps behind him. You might want to figure out what you're going to do before they arrive.]

[purrtagonist]

[and Akira arcs his blade in front of him again and again, knocking back the white blood cell's as many times as he needs to in order to keep distance between them. his ears perk when he hears the sound of footsteps, and he lets out a curse as he quickly scans the room for nearby exits or doors or whatever]

[is the vent he came through the only way out? or can he go somewhere else?]

[foundationmods]

[The vent is the only way out, yes.

Also, the group that's heading their way is coming closer...most of them are the same as the white blood cell, with their hats proclaiming who they are, but...There's another person in front, smiling gently as she carries a gigantic cleaver in her hand.

You get the same feeling from her as you would against a Reaper in Mementos...]

[purrtagonist]

[it's a familiar, bone-chilling feeling that sends him shivering from head to toe, heart seizing in his chest. he has no idea who that strange girl dressed in white is, but if she's holding a GIGANTIC CLEAVER and pings as the Reaper, then. . .]

[yeah okay time to bolt]

SATANAEL!

[the Persona heeds his call, whirling into being as a. . . 16-bit pixelated character one might find in a 1980's video game, but hey, it's fine. he doesn't even pay attention as his clothing burns away into Joker's garb, as blue fire dances at his feet. he's far too busy shoving the white blood cell he's fighting away with all of his might and bolting for the fucking vent]

[his magic has been reduced to the lowest tier, single target spells, but he hasn't tested out any of his physical attacks yet. and it isn't as though he needs to hit hard. he just needs to hit enough to be a proper distraction. and that's why Satanael lets a Riot Gun fly throughout the entire room, though the majority of the gun-based assault is focused on the strange cleaver-bearing woman]

[and while his Persona attacks, Akira makes a running leap for the vent, trying to scramble his way back inside]

[foundationmods]

[Most of the white blood cells fall back at the assault, but the woman in the maid outfit just continues to smile, approaching steadily.

Might wanna clamber into that vent as quickly as possible - she's coming.]

im not sure if im committed enough to make this a non-gagtag or not

[blutsauger]

[When did Archimedes get here? Who knows. He's trying to eat the flesh walls though]

Re: im not sure if im committed enough to make this a non-gagtag or not

[foundationmods]

[WALL: PECKED
FLESH: IN BELLY

Archimedes is forcibly escorted from the vent

By which we mean a gust of wind makes the pidgeon fly out.]

[blutsauger]

[Archimedes struggles against the wind at first but eventually accepts his fate. Goodbye Akira good luck]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He was with the growing group of C O N C E R N when something white and red lands smack in his face]

Waugh?!

[Ryoga instinctively stumbles back, windmilling to try to maintain his balance]

[blutsauger]

[HOO!] [Archimedes is a bit flustered from the hit, and flaps his wings desperately in an effort to get his balance back. He manages to struggle his way up onto Ryoga's head and stops for a moment to regain his bearings. Once that's done, he'll look down and try to meet Ryoga's eyes with one of his own.] [Coo-roooooh!]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

What the...

[He peers up]

What the heck were you doing in there?

[blutsauger]

[Hooo-ro.] [He briefly look up at the vents, and then pecks at the bloodstains on his feathers.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

...You know, you probably can't tell me.

[He doesn't even speak bird]

Why are you bloodied?

[Ryoga asked, despite his declaration]

[blutsauger]

[Yeah, unfortunately Medic is the only translator around here. But that doesn't mean Archimedes can't try. He takes off from Ryoga's head, flies up to the entrance of the vent, and takes a few steps inside before flying back to Ryoga's shoulder. What's that, Lassie? Timmy's in the well?]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Something in the vent...?

[Well before he could even look, out pops Akira!]