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

[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.]