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

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley ruminates for a moment, tapping a finger against her chin. A small smile appears on her face as she starts to think of the possibilities. Oh, she likes this plan.]

We could ask one of the Staff to go to the second floor and watch them. Or we could try and throw things up the stairs.

[She twists her mouth to the side.] Do you think anyone would mind if we borrowed their small animal for a while? I mean, plenty of people here have pets.

[For some reason, despite her not having Jones be with her...maybe the Staff didn't want a cat eating the weird rats.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[if they start yeeting people's pets up the stairs, i swear--]

I thiiiink we might want to start with the objects and the staff first. If none of that works out, then maybe we can consider the pets, but I doubt anyone'd be too happy if they went missing for some reason or another.

[xenoqueen]

[hey whatever gets the job done. for science!]

Yeah, uh, I wouldn't exactly want my pet to go missing because of a dumb mistake, either. [A pause.] I'd suggest the rats, but the Staff might not be too happy about that. C'mon. We're going to the stairs.

[And with that, she starts strolling off in the direction of the stairs.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well, maybe it'll be okay if we're gentle with them. [aka not tossing them over the threshold

But he doesn't miss a beat when she takes the lead, giving her a brisk nod in response and following after her. Oh, but wait--]

Right, I haven't introduced myself yet. Rean Schwarzer.

[xenoqueen]

I'm Ellen Ripley, though Ripley is just fine. Nice to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were different.

[Onwards! She pauses as she passes by the ski equipment shop.]

Let's grab a few things from here. They're not going to miss it.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah, same here. [He gives her a small smile before moving on after her, looking over the equipment. He settles for taking a couple of ski poles, twisting one around in his hand as if testing the balance and weight.]

I know this isn't the right time for this, but... it still kinda feels like we're stealing.