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...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[purrtagonist]

Ah-- yeah, I'm fine. I'm just. . .

[nani the FUCK]

I think this resort is alive.

[he sounds incredulous when he says this]

[messianic]

I... hate that I'd actually believe that.

[A soft sigh, and Minato frowns.]

Hey... don't get into trouble by yourself, okay...?

[purrtagonist]

[. . . a soft snort]

Got it. I'll make sure to only get into trouble with a friend next time.

[ahaaaa]

Buddy system.

[messianic]

Right. That's preferable. We can almost get diced up together.

[Thumbs up.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . s-soft snort]

So long as it stays "almost."

[messianic]

That's the goal here.

[NO DICING.]

I want to help protect you, you know. [He says these things with a straight face and it's bad.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . Minato??]

[that actually gets Akira to frown and level his gaze on his senpai pretty firmly]

It's fine.

[the less danger Minato gets into, he thinks, the better]

It wasn't anything I couldn't handle alone, even if I'll be more careful in the future.

[messianic]

[... Hm.]

It's not because I doubt you can't handle things yourself that I want to help, you know...

[purrtagonist]

I know.

[a small huff]

You're like me. You can't stand around and just watch while someone does something dangerous, potentially endangering their life.

[self-sacrificial tendencies, senpai]

[messianic]

... You're right. I can't.

[A long, long look, and:]

It has to go both ways, though.

[Akira can't protect him and not let him do the same in return.]