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

Comments

[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~]

[purrtagonist]

Atsushi!

[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM]

[Akira would follow, but he's being crowded by Minato and Cinque, so. . . he just watches as Atsushis' back disappears into the crowd]

[you can't run forever, Atsushi]