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

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MONDAY MEETING

[dereban]

[ A little later at around 10 am in the morning - which gives enough time for her to think, much less anybody else - she's going to seek everyone out and ask that they come to the restaurant for a meeting. She won't force anyone to come, even though she will say, however, that it's important.

Once everyone's arrived, she'll clap her hands for attention, a serious look in her eyes as she speaks, loud enough for everyone to hear. ]

Okay, so we all heard from "The Lady" [ air quotes not optional ] that we have to deal with this stupid bullshit of a game and staying in here, but I think that we've had at least enough time to gather our thoughts and share what information we've found so far about this place and just discuss our situation in general.

And for the record, I didn't find out much myself, besides what you guys might have overheard me talking with the Staff. Especially about the year. Hence why my first question to you guys is this, although you don't have to force yourself to answer. It's just the basic "where are you from?" and "what was the last date you remember". Just those two questions.

Anyway, the floor's open for discussion, so go ahead. Talk, ask questions, whatever. But if any of you dumbasses get violent, just know that you'll be getting kicked out of the meeting.

[ She will be making an attempt to at least keep this shit civil, at least. ]

[diesifkilled]

I'm from Fuyuki City in Japan. The last date I remember is May 5th, 2004.

[dereban]

Seems like we have a lot of Japanese people here...

[escardos]

I mean, I'm from Monaco, but last place I was in was Snowfield, Nevada and the last date was...

[ insert him saying the year of when fsf started bc idk thanks narita ]

I just wonder how much of a 'game' this really is...it wouldn't be good to kill people for real.

[messianic]

[Minato's not very good at being directly confrontational, so he wasn't of much help with the Staff and their announcement... but nonetheless he's here for this meeting, a small frown on his face.

But obediently:]

Iwatodai, Port Island, Japan. It was March 5, 2010 back home before I ended up here.

The only thing I've found was what Ripley-san brought up before--that note about how people disappear here.

[Even more ominous now with this game in mind.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Ryoga somehow is on time, thanks to following the crowd, but one in - he doesn't sit down, instead he's half-pacing, half-stomping around. He just listened, but when there was a lull in the conversation he speaks up]

I'm originally from Furinkan, in the Nerima Ward of Tokyo, it was March? 1992 last I check... and I think I was in Florida before I woke up here?

[Ryoga sighs as he rubs his knuckles]

I don't think the Staff are Normal humans.

[purrtagonist]

[leaning against a wall, twirling his tablet atop his finger like he’s spinning a plate]

Tokyo, Japan. March 21, 2017.

And I want people to make a list of things they found in the resort yesterday, too.

[perfeccion]

[Szayel sits at a table by himself, nursing a cup of tea]

Hmm... well, we don't really have actual days in Hueco Mundo or Hell... so I am unsure of the month. But I believe the human year is... 2003? [he shrugs, nonchalant]

[swordhandled]

[ for once, owain is being serious and when he talks, he's doing so normally and not talking in a GRAND HEROIC voice ]

I come from the lands of Ylisse, the date being [ insert some sort of Fire Emblem date here that sounds weird idk my bff intsys ].

[whirlingmace]

Hi, Inalin. [ Yeah, that's her name now. Also she's still in her Moogle jammas at this point. ]

I came from that room over there and I think the last date I remember was looking at the calendar in the shop here.

[enter_the_darkness]

What, didn't you see? Violence is for Thursday.

[ That's said with a bit of a laugh and vague hand gesture. ]

[imstuck]

[Phil looks both confused and uncomfortable hearing all these different dates.]

... The last day I remember is Feburary 2nd, 1993. I was in Punxsutawney for the day before arriving here I guess, but I'm from Philly.

[moonlightbeast]

[Someone is sitting in the chair with his knees drawn up to his chest, and is partially-hiding his face in the scarf Tsumugi gave him the first day.]

We already talked about the date-thing and where I'm from.

...

For what it's worth, I'll try to prevent any violence if I can.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[They really shouldn't be having children holding meetings. Or children here in general, but...whatever.]

Alaska, Feburary 28th, 2005. Should be March by now, though.

[Emphasis on the 'should'.]

[duskhound]

Well, I'm from Shelgard, though I was last at the Fort City. It's been about... 21 years since the Dusk Circles appeared, and... None of that means anything to anyone here, does it?

[She's starting to realize that she's the only one from Aterra here.]

[winter1982]

Antarctica. Winter, 1982.

[pretend there's a actual date there]

[rosebridled]

I'm a student at Ohtori Academy. It was... 1997, I think?

[ looks up at the ceiling momentarily ]

Or 98.

[blutsauger]

It was 1972 for me! Sounds like most of you are further ahead than I am. Very interesting. I hadn't really been keeping track of the day- a lot was going on at the time- but I know it was mid-October.

Oh, and I'm from Germany. Rottenburg, but we moved to Stuttgart when I was young. Spent most of my time these last few years in New Mexico in America.

[latebluemer]

2027. That's when I come from. Den City, Japan, the virtual world of Link VRAINS.

[She sounds a little irritated, and definitely looks windswept, and is still in her winter gear at this point. She's running a hand through her hair to smooth it, but speaking clearly.]

Look, I know we want to get organized, but here's something I've been wanting to ask. How many bodies have we found now?

[justonezero]

[He honestly just wants more sleep - he didn't even exit his room this morning when he was called, it was Flat's - but there's a drowsy garbage bun here nonetheless.]

Japan, 2222. Guess that explains why I'm the only one with a BitPhone...

[It's still weird as heck, but it's been brought up to him a couple times by now, so that's helping with the belief factor.]

I already told some people, but I can see the world as numbers. Ever since this started, there's been weird number sequences - like the place where we started, and the resort, and the Lady and the Staff.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I'm from Erebonia, although the last thing I remember was being on board an airship. As for the date, it was December 14, 1204.

I also checked out the slopes yesterday. Considering how bizarre things are already, I doubt this stands out too much, but... I found a disappearing moose. [Sigh. Yeah that still sounds as silly as it did in his head. His expression shifts back to something more pensive as he says this next part though.]

But more importantly, when I tried to cut through the forest, I ended up waking in the lobby. I'm guessing I fell unconscious somewhere along the way, but I don't really remember much about it aside from just feeling... wrong, somehow. I don't think it'd be a good idea to get too close for now, although if anyone's dead set on it, it's probably better to go as a group. That's about all I have to report, though.

[geckodad]

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan, February 1st of 2017.

[Pretty much]

[delusive]

I'm from a small town called Mystic Falls in Virginia— if anyone has heard of that and the year is 2009. [just the year because idk canon timelines aren't too specific]

[justfists]

I did find something that wasn't... explicitly related to death.

[she pulls out a torn out record that she stole from the front desk.]

Everything was dated in 2019 at the front desk before suddenly switching back to 2018. [the date on the paper is in March, 2019, in fact.]

[jumpedtheshark]

I'm from Japan and it was-

[INSERT YEAR AND DATE HERE.]

... for me at least. I've heard a completely different year from someone else here.