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]

[Annnd this is when a flurry of blue and black and white poofs into existence over the couch pile, along with something flat and wide.

POOMF.

A penguin-themed idol and an idol-themed hoverboard just landed right on top of Cinque and the hapless stray umbrella, respectively. Sorry for the double whammy, guys. Blue Angel somehow manages to sleep through this. Teleporting against your will is very taxing, you know.]

[duskhound]

[...Something flat and wide, you say? That could be useful!

...Yes, she is. Going to try to use that to leverage the black thing out because no touching people.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Almost as soon as she goes to apply physics to the problem, there's a sudden loud porcine scream]

KWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!

[Followed by attempts to thrash it's way out, and soon a small, black piglet is clinging to the board]

[duskhound]

[Well I mean, considering its situation, that's. Kind of understandable. Still, let's... Use this board to pull it out, yes.]

Don't worry, you're safe now, just keep holding on until I can get it out, okay?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[The pig seems to be nodding? At any rate, it's not letting go]

[whirlingmace]

[ Oh! ]

Hey, what's that?

[ Said from up on the pile and nooot helping the situation ]

[duskhound]

It... seems to be a pig? I don't know what it's doing here, but it's being crushed by the pile, and...

[...Wait, this is coming from the pile, isn't it?]

And, um... Why is there a pile, anyways?

[whirlingmace]

I don't know! I saw them poofing out of no where. So I decided to jump in.

[ She isn't part of this. ]

A pig, huh? Can we eat it?

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[And the pig bolts off like a shot]

[duskhound]

Ah...

[I'm sorry, pig. But at least you're safe from the "can we eat it" person. For now.]

[latebluemer]

[She still sounds a little dazed and confused from up above, but she is sat up and looking around for her D-board at this point. Also I guess she gets to see the piggly butt fly away like a baconly bullet, too. What a wonderful view.......]

... What was that? Was it one of the animals? That better not have been a rat.

[Because of course there are multiple animals.]

Where's my D-board...?

[duskhound]

No, we can't!

[Okay, deep breath, let me try and explain it while I keep working on this.]

It might be hurt, but it seems pretty smart. It's probably important to someone. It's cute, too.

[whirlingmace]

[ And there it goes. ]

I'm just joking. Mostly.

[duskhound]

Please don't joke about those kinds of things. The staff might take it seriously.

[duskhound]

[Then, let's get this board and pig out of the pile and into the safety of the rest of the lobby. Still, she's being very careful with this, so it might take a little while.]

[whirlingmace]

[ It takes her by surprise for a moment before she wiggles a little. ]

Hehe, you're heavier than I thought, Blueski.

[ She's not going to escape. Just going to embrace the pile life ]

[latebluemer]

[Well, try as she might, there's no way for Blue Angel to sleep through the splendid pig squealing and bacon brouhaha that just happened, so -- she bolts upright, but it takes a few moments for her to get situated, and even then it's impossible to figure out what's happening given that she's the icing on top of the couch pile here.]

Huh-- Huh? Where is-- Why--

[That lasts about as long as it takes for her to accidentally unbalance herself, and then she grabs on to Cinque for dear life.]

Why?!

[And now they're the leaning tower of Pilesa.]