thefoundation | WEEK 1

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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[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]

[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.

[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. . .

... Ghosts, huh?

[Or hallucinations or projections or who knows what else.

REGARDLESS.]

Can we focus on the bleeding first?

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.

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

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

[just makes a muffled noise in response as he pinches his nose and follows Minato to. . . wherever he's going. he's trying so hard to stifle his nose bleed but that only works so well without a napkin or a tissue]

[Yeah the restroom's closest, so that's where they're going, Minato yanking out some of the toilet paper to make a wad of tissue for Akira to hold to his nose.]

Hold onto that for a second? Don't tip your head back, it's bad for you. I'll go grab some ice.

[gives Minato a grateful look, but there's blood pooling on his upper lip now so he can't. . . really talk. he presses the tissue against his nose to try and stave off the bleeding, obliging Minato's command and keeping his head level]

[Akira's a good, obedient boy.

Minato goes to the kitchen to fetch ice, wrapping it in a paper towel and trotting back to the bathroom to carefully hand it over to Akira once he's ready for it.]

There...that should help stop the bleeding.

Feeling okay?

[winces a little as he reaches out for the ice, but he's quick to replace the bloody tissue with the ice pack]

It's not broken. [that much he can tell] Just a little bruised. Thanks.