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]

Yeah, I'm from Olympia, specifically. Fun fact, Olympia was the first extra-planetary colony. And, no, there's not that much farming on Luna--sort of hard when you don't exactly have dirt or atmosphere to grow things. We import all of our food from Earth--it's a lot cheaper than what it would take to establish a farming infrastructure. Most of the industry is mining or manufacturing.

[Also, the companies benefit more from exporting their goods as opposed to actually creating sustainable things for the population. That's capitalism, baby!

She sighs.] Though me and my wife were talking about moving to Earth--the air quality's better, there.

[perfeccion]

[he loves fun facts!!] I see! So the cities there are in... bubbles, or something? With manufactured atmosphere? [he's trying to picture it! but for what it's worth, he's still totally enthused]

I admit, Earth is all I've ever known. Though it's a part of Earth the living don't usually manage to stumble on to.

[xenoqueen]

Sort of. They're protected by failsafe upon failsafe so that the residents don't have to worry about, you know, being sucked out into space. There's a lot of complex engineering that would likely take too long to explain.

[also disclaimer i dont actually know anything so im just making up shit]

Really? That's quite interesting-- [A pause.] Wait, the living?

[perfeccion]

Haha! I understand. Never fear, I can use my imagination.

[I love making shit up it's one of my best skills]

[he slurps up some more pasta, nodding as he does so. He dabs his mouth with his napkin before continuing] Mm, yes. The living. My world is divided into several different planes; the World of the Living, Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and Hell... as well as a few places that fit between the cracks. There are far more dead souls than there are living ones, and they're distributed through the latter three.