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...?

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[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.

[tacticalespionageaction]

We found what they were feeding the rats.

[He says with a lack of excitement one would usually have about rat feed.]

[purrtagonist]

[stops spinning the tablet to level his gaze at Snake]

What are they feeding the rats?

[tacticalespionageaction]

Parts of a guest. [hnnrrgh] We just found the hand, guess they already gave them the rest of him.

[dereban]

[ overhearing this and, uh ]

... Wait, seriously?

[purrtagonist]

[HOLY SHIT]

[his eyes widen for a moment, before they narrow again as he sets his jaw firmly]

I'm rating this resort zero stars out of five on Yelp.

[perfeccion]

Human meat?

.... well. Waste not, want not, I suppose.

[blutsauger]

They sure have!

Archimedes found cooked human flesh in the rat rooms.

[13thpromise]

[ Just when he thinks this place couldn't get any worse... ]

[duskhound]

There was some strange fur out in the courtyard, near the fire pit. I'm not sure what kind of animal it's from, though.

[She did bring it along! Just let her... pull it out so that people who actually know this stuff can try to figure it out.]

[purrtagonist]

[Akira stops spinning his tablet to pull a notebook out of his jacket. one he flips open with relative ease]

Do you mind if I keep it?

[what does the fur look like!]

[duskhound]

Oh, go ahead. I mean, I can't tell what it's from, so it's better off in the hands someone that can, right?

[You'll have to ask the mods what the fur looks like, I'm afraid.]

[purrtagonist]

[WILL DO. either way, he takes the fur and tucks it in to the pages of his notebook. for safekeeping]

I just think it's best to hang onto anything we find. Just in case.

[perfeccion]

There were human remains found in room 105, apparently. I looked closely at the guest book -- we all signed it. Additionally, there were a few strange signatures; Nue, an oily fingerprint, and a moose's hoof, and the number 34. A few names a while back were blacked out. Asking the staff about it seemed to scramble their processors.

[purrtagonist]

I found the remains.

[yeup he sure was there for that]

It was a bag of bones stuffed in a closet. Male, about five to six months old.

[according to Medic, to whom Akira glances briefly]

. . . I think they're the remains of a person who was killed here long before we arrived.

[perfeccion]

From multiple gunshot wounds, no less.

[latebluemer]

Of course they have a guest book. I don't remember signing anything like that.

[There's an indignant huff, of all the things -- blizzard, being put into winter clothes, all the bodies and mayhem -- this one sticks with her a little. Not remembering signing something isn't a good thing. It's really not a good thing when it's someplace you're trapped in.]

But I know where the oily fingerprint probably came from. There's a creature made of oil that likes to sleep in the jacuzzi. So... those might be current guests, but they're not in our tablets.

[Great.]

[perfeccion]

I only vaguely recall signing... something, after we stumbled into the snow. I asked the next day. It's definitely my signature.

[that piques his curiosity and he quirks an eyebrow] A creature made of oil... hanging out in water? What did it look like?

[justonezero]

A whole human skeleton in a bag.

[Everyone should probably know about that.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . YEAH. . .]

I was there for that one.

[but. he scribbling things down in a notebook he seemed to have pulled from nowhere now]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

It's... not exactly found. There was something that's been bothering me since the day before yesterday.

[He looks around]

But didn't it feel weird we knew exactly where to go in the Blizzard?

[purrtagonist]

[. . . ah. as a matter of fact, that has been bugging Akira for a bit now]

Yeah. It did.

Like something was drawing us forward.

[justfists]

... Hmm.

[purrtagonist]

[inclines his head towards her]

Makoto?

[justfists]

The last date I remember was December 1st. So the timelines even between us are different?