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

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THURSDAY

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[dereban]

[ It's already Thursday, and she knows that Friday is getting closer and that's definitely no good. Are they really going to have to go ahead and play that game? She's honestly kind of terrified, and it's showing a little more as she exits her room, hand on the wall looking rather pale in the face.

It's worse than Wednesday evening, that's for certain.

Nevertheless, she manages to barely make it to the entrance of the restaurant, before--

Inaba Himeko collapses right there and then.

She's not dead, thankfully, but that most certainly just happened, and she might need some help. ]

[moonlightbeast]

[YEAH UH

Atsushi is probably there stuffing his face, so when he hears a commotion he runs right over to see what's going on.]

-Inaba-san?!

[xenoqueen]

[Friday draws near. Ripley's efforts have become slightly more intensive. You may notice that Ripley is gone for most of the day--at least, in the Resort. After a bit of searching, though, you may notice a figure standing on top of one of the slopes of the ski area, crouching down in the snow.

If you draw closer, you'll notice that she's hovering over some sort of rudimentary electronic device, its circuit board and wires contained in cardboard in an attempt to shield it from the elements. In one hand, she holds an empty Pringles can aloft, which is attached to something inside the box. In her other hand, she disconnects and reconnects an exposed wire--

Short-short-short, pause. Long, long, long, pause. Short-short-short, pause.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as she continues this pattern. As you approach, she glances up towards you and says--]

Mind holding onto this for a moment? [Shakes the Pringles can.] My arm is starting to cramp up.

[whirlingmace]

[ She's just curious as to what's going on! So she's here and taking the Pringles can. ]

I'm on it!

[ She will hold the heck out of the can. ]

What are you trying to do?

[geckodad]

[Iwai is in very bad mood. He can be found hanging out at the pool area, sitting around with his arms crossed. Anyone going around nearby will hear him mutter very clearly:]

...they're idiots if they thought I'd be fooled by that...

[Want to ask him why he has sour grapes?

Closed prompt: Yoshi Nanase

Later that day, once he calmed down somewhat, Iwai goes to Yoshi's room and knocks there]

It's about time we do this. You still up to it?

[Iwai really can't wait to get some useful info through this plan. It likely won't be dangerous, but hey, if he's getting Yoshi to do this favor for him, he better be there, just in case things go pear-shaped]

[justonezero]

[Yoshi answers the door - his room, although still a bit messy from the previous night's activities still seems to give off a warm and cozy air.]

Oh- the test, right? Sure, let's try it!

[He'll back away so Iwai can enter, dismissing a few holographic screens as he does. Seems he was working on something or another, though it's hard to say just where the screens were coming from.]

So... we should probably start with something big, right?

[See what happens when you challenge the space available!]

pool area

[maskarang]

[ A man is entitled to his poolside mutterings but after a short internal debate Gerome approaches anyway. He's alone today. ]

... Apologies, I had no intention of listening in on another's private musings but it seems I've done just that. Has something happened?

pool area

[thejusticewagon]

Huh, what's going on?

[she is a lot ruder than Gerome about listening in...]

pool

[swordhandled]

I'm sorry, did something happen?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Ah yes, walking in on people's private thoughts. That's never awkward at all. For a minute, Rean hesitates at the entrance of the pool area before he walks in, letting his footsteps ring out loud and clear.]

Um... is something wrong?

Staff

[dolleyed]

[ The whole commotion about trying to stab staff on Monday has died down by now and people are mostly not giving Kohaku accusing looks about it anymore. Which means that it's finally time to stab the staff again, of course.

Kohaku loathes cooperating with scientists, but he loathes the staff more and he knows the dangers of strange monsters. He knows that sometimes science is the only thing that can save you from being consumed by them wholly until you lose yourself. So rather than sit and wait until they find out what the staff are the hard way... he'd prefer to take action.

Sometimes action means grabbing a staff member as they rush past and pushing them into a hallway corner. Sometimes it means whispering menacingly: ]

Hold very still now.

[perfeccion]

[Szayel is nearby, watching closely.

Does he have an idea of a better way to do this? Yes. Is he going to let this happen anyway? Absolutely.]

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[The Staff member blinks, looking confused - but goes along with it, staying silent.]

[escardos]

[ upon friday closing in, flat has been busy wondering how he can protect as many people as possible.

and in the afternoon, he can be seen in the lobby with...a hell of a lot of aluminum foil? and it seems he's making something with them too, as he diligently presses them into a bowl shape. or...or is it hat shaped? ]

Hey, I've made some foil hats for everyone. Here, you can take one!

[ yes, he is holding out a tin foil hat. he's making tin foil hats. ]

[duskhound]

[...Umm...?]

I... I guess I'll take one?

Though um... Why did you make foil hats, anyways?

[tacticalespionageaction]

Tin foil hats, huh?

[Snake will inspect one, at least. Unfortunately, for Flat, his profile is accurate in dislikes: wearing hats.]

You're a conspiracy theorist?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Neighbour, what the heck are you doing. Rean accepts the hat, although he's holding it in his hands like he's not sure what he's supposed to do.]

Uh... thanks. Why hats, though?

[Although 'why not hats' is probably just as a valid an answer but.]

[rosebridled]

Oh, thank you.

[ Takes one!

And immediately unfolds it so she can wrap up these bread rolls from the kitchen in it. ]

[winter1982]

[oh bless him]

Tin foil hats? You worried they're gonna suck out our brains?

[latebluemer]

... Why are you making foil hats?

[She can take a wild guess given. Everything and also Flat's general personality, but Blue Angel has been pretty on-edge given Thursday and the ridiculous and terrible happenings of the day. So poor Flat is getting some of that edge right now, even as she looks critically at his foil hats.

She's totally not wearing one. First of all, they wouldn't even fit over her hair. RIP.]

[purrtagonist]

[eski told me to top level this and I'm scared]

[but! sometime early Thursday, Akira can be found wandering the hallways of the resort, searching for air vents. as a good thief always does, right?? hm. . . what is he up to??]

[foundationmods]

[There's an Air vent up near some of the couches in the lobby! It looks just big enough for a person to fit through...]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Up to this point, Vanitas has made an effort to keep to himself. But, at some point earlier in the week, he asked the staff for a journal and some pens, as well as some construction paper and string.

Today, he can be seen casually drawing... something... on some yellow paper? Then tearing the paper until it vaguely forms the shape of the, uh... the thing??? Whatever the thing is (it's a bee, but, like...??)

After stabbing some holes on the sides, he'll be casually putting that hideous creation over Yoshi's face. He just felt like it. ]



also throughout the day...

[ Mr. Edgy is going to be spending a lot of time sitting alone and writing. He can also be seen looking at someone for a little while, only to go back to writing and pretending he totally wasn't just staring at them (hi, Roxas).

Alternatively, he can be seen poking around in the kitchen area. He doesn't like asking the staff for things and he is kind of hungry. He hasn't exactly experimented with food, and he's feeling curious. ]

sitting alone and writing;

[13thpromise]

[ Today's been definitely a day, but at one point he's crossing through the lobby, looking around and then out of the corner of his eye he saw a certain dark-haired male taking a peek at him. It wasn't very inconspicuous, but Roxas pretended not to notice...though now this got him curious.

He had to know what Vanitas was writing!

So, the blond gets the wonderful idea of slipping out of the room, and then when he comes back in, his footsteps are featherlike, creeping closer to Vanitas, trying to see if he can get closer from behind so he can see what he was writing. ]