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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[purrtagonist]

[. . . WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT WALL COME FROM]

[anyway he sure is crashing face-first into it, stumbling back as his hand shoots to his nose because fuck ow]

[. . . his glasses are broken clean along the nosepiece and clatter to the ground uselessly :(]

[whirlingmace]

[ RIP glasses. ]

Are you okay, Sataling?

[purrtagonist]

[wh]

[he’s so distracted by SATALING that he doesn’t realize his nose is bleeding]

What did you just call me?

[whirlingmace]

Sataling. Satalingaling!

[ She seems happy about the nickname. ]

[purrtagonist]

. . .

Hm. Sounds kind of cool. I'll take it.

[he says without any inflection whatsoever. annnnd then a drop of blood falls from his nose onto his shoe]

Ah-- damn it. . .

[p-pinches his nose and tilts his head back, yikes]

[whirlingmace]

[ She grins. She's glad he likes it. ]

Maybe you shouldn't run into walls like that.

[ Come on. She'll put a hand on his arm to start guiding him away. From the wall. ]

Do you think someone will have a potion?

[purrtagonist]

[THANKS. . . CINQUE. . .]

[kind of giving her a curious look as she guides him away]

A potion?

[whirlingmace]

You know, you drink it to help heal your boo-boos and feel much better!

[ This is how she is. ]

Huh. I don't think there's a public restroom.

[ Just going to lead him back to her room then since it's right down the hall. Does he want to see all the moogle decor? All of it? ]

[purrtagonist]

So like a dia, but drinkable.

[. . . AKIRA. . .]

[he keeps his hand pressed against his nose all the way up until they reach her room (which he enters without remorse nor hesitation)]

[he does, uh. spend a moment just kind of staring at the decor, though]

Nice interior design. Very creepy clown.

[messianic]

[I mean, watching Akira fling himself after the Lady means Minato kind of follows at a more reasonable pace to make sure he doesn't get into trouble...

Only to watch him slam into that wall.

Oh.

Yikes.

Ow.]

Akira... [He'll come closer to pick up the glasses......pieces.]

Are you okay?

[purrtagonist]

[the wall jumped out at him you saw it!1]

I'm-- fine. . .

[his nose is bleeding. just a little bit]

[Minato can grab one half, it looks like Atsushi has the other]

[messianic]

[Those glasses probably need as much help as they can get.

Minato's definitely wincing at that bloody nose, but he doesn't have any tissue on him.]

... You should probably ice that.

[purrtagonist]

[Akira lifts a hand to wipe at his nose, and when his fingers come back covered in red, he just. . . sighs]

She went right through it. . .

[messianic]

... Ghosts, huh?

[Or hallucinations or projections or who knows what else.

REGARDLESS.]

Can we focus on the bleeding first?

[purrtagonist]

Ghosts. Definitely ghosts.

[that's kind of what he believes at this point, anyway. based on yesterday's happenings, either way, Akira huffs a wry laugh and wipes at his nose again]

It's not that bad. I just need a tissue.

[messianic]

And some ice. Come on, let's go find some.

[Akira, please... take better care of yourself.]

[moonlightbeast]

[CONGRATS ON BEING BLIND

Atsushi will go to pick up the glasses and inspect them.]

It looks like a clean break, so-

[...wait.

WAIT.

He's holding one half up so he can look through the glass right at Akira's fukken face.]

[purrtagonist]

[SURPRISE: they aren't prescription glasses. what a shocker]

Tape it together in the middle, then?

[c-carefully wipes some blood away from his nose, ouch]

[moonlightbeast]

Are you wearing fake glasses?!

[Oh look at that accusatory tone.]

[purrtagonist]

[Atsushi plz]

Yyyyyyes?

They make me look smart.

1/3

[moonlightbeast]

They make you look-

2/3

[moonlightbeast]

[But now that he's actually looking at Akira, That Comparison seems even more apt without the glasses.

And it makes him just. Stop.]

3/3

[moonlightbeast]

[And then he just. Wordlessly hands him the two halves of the broken glasses.]

Don't take them off again.

[His voice sounds a little hollow as he makes that request.]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . ?]

[Akira takes the broken glasses, but his gaze is affixed on Atsushi, even as a little more blood trickles from his nose to his upper lip. what kind of reaction. . .?]

Why not?

[gentle prodding now, but if Atsushi doesn't want to talk about it in public? he'll totally be flagging him down later]

[moonlightbeast]

Just don't.

[This is indeed a conversation for later, because Atsushi is going to turn and hurry away after that.

Using his heelies to escape his feelies~]