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

[latebluemer]

So it must have something to do with the staff themselves...

[It's half to herself since she assumes he isn't up for an in-depth discussion about this yet. Anyway. Just going to hand him a clean napkin in case it starts up again, while she thinks it over.]

You didn't see anything, then?

[justonezero]

[Another very small head shake. Moving is bad!]

[latebluemer]

There must be security measures. I'm really starting to doubt where they said they're not AIs of some kind.

[It's still half a mutter to herself. Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean they are AIs, but the doubts are growing. In the meantime, she makes some sort of I'll be back noise and goes to get a glass of water for that headache.]

Here. It hurts, right? If it doesn't go away we might have to look for a first-aid kit...

[That's really the extent of how she knows how to treat ailments. She's trying here??]

[justonezero]

[He'd have more to say, but also, the ouches. They are still ouches.

He'll gratefully take that water for a drink though!]

I think... I need a nap.

[He really shouldn't have stayed up all night playing Minecraft.]

[latebluemer]

Hmm. Yeah, you probably need a nap. Just... don't use the couches outside.

[At this point in the timeline she has probably experienced the joy of the couch pile. That's all she's going to say about it, though.]

Can you make it back to your room?

[justonezero]

[Sloooowly cracking his eyes open. No blood, so that's a plus!]

...Maybe?

[He'll try!]

[latebluemer]

I guess I could walk you back.

[She needs to warm up from being outside, anyway. Also wouldn't want him in the wrong room......]

[justonezero]

You'd go through that much for garbage like me?

[Apparently the pain was worth it to get that much out, though it's still a little strained.]

It's 107.

[latebluemer]

... If you didn't have a headache, I'd be hitting you over the head right now. Nanashi.

[Instead, she cuffs him lightly on the shoulder. She'll head out with him whenever, though, all the same.]

I don't want to be seen with someone who calls themselves garbage. So you better shape up.