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...?

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Comments

[diesifkilled]

You call it a game, but ...are people actually going to die?

[messianic]

They can't...seriously mean that, can they...?

[He's got the rules in hand as well, frown small on his face but nonetheless distinct.

What the fuck.]

That's insane.

[diesifkilled]

I think they do.

[He wishes he could be surprised by any of this.]

[messianic]

[??? ??? ??!?!??]

This... is a little hard to process...

[No matter how he looks at it, it's totally crazy.]

[diesifkilled]

Nobody's going to die. I won't let it happen.

[VERY DETERMINED]

[messianic]

... Right. That's... only natural. Nobody would kill someone else without reason.

Especially not for a game.

[diesifkilled]

[W-well. Some people might. But Shirou's not going to bother pointing that out.]

It's possible someone will have a reason.

[messianic]

[Shhh let him be hopeful.]

... This is crazy. A situation like this...

[It's unreal.]

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[The Staff are Ominously silent at that.]

[diesifkilled]

[Of fucking course they are.]

[swordhandled]

If lives were truly on the line, would they still call it a game?

[diesifkilled]

They might, if they're really messed up.

[swordhandled]

--I admit, their behavior up to now has been welcoming, but this announcement is arousing concerns.

[diesifkilled]

Don't you think they've been a little too welcoming? They know things about us they shouldn't, and nobody seemed surprised about us showing up out of nowhere.

[swordhandled]

I felt it no different than when Uncle Chrom's army encountered an Anna.

[diesifkilled]

...Your uncle had an army?

[swordhandled]

[ he nods ]

He calls it The Shepherds, originally starting it to protect the people of Ylisse from bandits.

[latebluemer]

... They're not going to tell us, are they? Until we find out for ourselves.

[She's a lot more serious than she's been so far, which is a lot more serious than Blue Angel usually ever is, even in the midst of a duel. There's... been a lot happening, and this is just the cherry on top of that sundae.]

[diesifkilled]

Well, it's not going to matter. Nobody's dying here.

[Shirou is always pretty serious, but he's extra serious about this.]

[latebluemer]

... I agree. And it would be stupider to act like this is actually a game, with everything we've seen so far.

[Granted, she doesn't really have a plan for what to do, but she can agree with the sentiment. She really doesn't want to die here. Considering. Where she came from. God.]

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah, I'm definitely not letting anyone die here! That's some crazy talk!

[delusive]

You really think that's what they mean by that?

[diesifkilled]

I really think so.

[delusive]

What gave you that impression though?

[diesifkilled]

[Just. Looking around and raising his arms to indicate the entire resort.]

...Everything about this place?