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...?

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[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Ryoga had been building snowmen - only to pinch or kick their heads and somtimes torso off. He had noticed Iwai was peering out, pausing in another build when he heard the man speaks]

No - not really. I didn't even have to protect my food.

[geckodad]

That's not normal when it's about rats, right?

[He's pretty sure he isn't. Maybe Ryoga did something that made rats stay away, hm...]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He is definitely the wrong person to ask about pest patrol]

It's not, or with any animal - they'll try to get food when possible. There's too many weird things here, like I woke up back here after trying to head to the blockage in the road.

[geckodad]

Could be trained rats. Either they have too much time in their hands, or they train them for some purpose.

[Sinister purposes. Like...you know, eating corpses purposes, for one.

...

This can't be good, really]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He starts rolling another large snowball for the torso - literally throwing it on the base once it's big enough]

I've heard of some secret schools that would train animals to act as an extension of their own limbs or even their own wills, the kind of stuff you'd see in Ninja movies.

[geckodad]

[Iwai watches the snowball. Gives him something to focus on while he's thinking]

Movies aren't real life.

[Although by now he's aware they all come from different times and places, he hasn't really processed yet logic and reality doesn't apply to all worlds the same way.

The thought of anyone using animals as an extension of their own wills is fantasy to him right now]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

They're not strange enough.

[He started on the head now]

Seems like when I think things are getting into what could be considered 'normal', something weird happens.

[geckodad]

Weirder than this whole mess?

[The past situations, he means. Looks like this isn't the first time unusual circumstances get in the way of Ryoga's life]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

Well...

[He pauses, folding his arms over his chest]

Nothing's quite this weird. But I guess you can say I never really had a dull day.

[geckodad]

Is that somethin' you like?

[Iwai can't seem to decide what'd be better, if a dull life or one filled with unusual events]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

I'd like it if things were a little calmer...