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...?

PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | MURDER PROPOSALS/VOLUNTEERING | LOCATIONS

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[dereban]

No, it's fine, I just-- I didn't expect that to happen from just a voice recording. You don't have to apologize, it's fine.

[justonezero]

Mm...

Head hurts.

[This is like the headache from hell oh god.]

[dereban]

Do we need to get you some help...?

[ HELLO GUILT, MY OLD FRIEND, she's honestly ready to get hated here ]

You probably shouldn't force yourself too much. Do you— [ she chews on her lower lip ] I'll help you sit. Or anything else, if it still hurts, although I'm no medical professional.

[justonezero]

Sitting... or sleeping?

[He has no idea if he'll be able to sleep through this but being on a soft bed sounds much better than stuck out here.

Sorry bed, he should have known better than to shun you for Minecraft.]

[dereban]

Either. Probably sitting for now, though?

[ Just going to quickly pocket her phone because this is bad. Extremely bad to the point where she'll just put her arm out. ]

Here, you can grab onto me.

[justonezero]

[He has to feel around a bit, but eventually he does manage to snag her arm! Icon aside, he'll just be keeping his eyes shut until further notice.]

Thanks.

[dereban]

No problem. Want to go to your room to rest up for a bit? Maybe I can ask the staff for an ice pack, if that's possible. . .

[justonezero]

I think so...

[He tries cracking an eye open. No blood, so he tries the other one, too.

Success! Now he just needs to find his way back.]

[dereban]

Okay, cool. I can lead you back.

[justonezero]

Thanks.

It's 107.

[dereban]

Yeah, the profiles say room numbers.

[ Anyway she'll be slowly leading him into his room-- guess that's happening now. ]

[justonezero]

[Never know who memorized it and who didn't!

But yaaaaay time to collapse in bed.]

[dereban]

[ She is following him to his room, but she's definitely keeping herself outside for the time being.

He looks okay now at least so she'll just leave.

She'll check on him later. ]