WEEK 1 - MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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

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HEY STAFF [codec call noise]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[A little later in the morning, Snake's tries to find himself a spot in the hallway to plant himself. Communications of some kind were obviously possible here after...whatever that was, yesterday, so it's worth giving his codec a try.]

Otacon?

[With the grunting that can be heard afterwards, it's safe to assume that his attempts at contact didn't go...well.

In his frustration, Snake heads out to the courtyard. He opts for standing rather than taking one of the chairs and starts regurgitating something that looks like a packet...and soon enough, he has him some cigarettes. With a few flicks of his lighter, he can finally relax a little.

Don't mind him, he is in the smoking area.]

solid snake has no stomach acid. [emeto warning]

[blutsauger]

[Medic hears the frankly god-awful sound of Snake literally regurgitating cigarettes like a very grizzled mother bird feeding its babies, and looks over, expecting to find Snake worse for wear.

But no.

Cigarettes.

It's hard to miss the completely awestruck grin on Medic's face. Snake definitely can't miss it when Medic crosses the courtyard to join Snake.]

How long have you had those hidden away?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Oh, hey Medic. Snake gives him a small nod in greeting, and even gives him the honor of not talking with his cigarette in his mouth.]

Should've been a couple of days, now.

[Give or take some Time Fuckiness]

[blutsauger]

How are you able to do that?

[Medic has a Theory[tm] already coming to mind and he's very excited to see if it's right.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[When he looks so excited, who is Snake to hold the answer from him?]

No stomach acid.

[He takes a drag of his cigarette, careful not to blow any smoke in Medic’s face, and grins.]

[foundationmods]

Snake?

[That certainly sounds like Otacon, anyway.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Part of him wasn’t expecting a response, so in getting one he’s filled with some hope - and he wastes no time in responding.]

Otacon, where are you? Are you okay?

[foundationmods]

Otacon!

[What]

Otacon otacon! Otacon otacon otacon ota.

[This is all said in the exact same cadance and voice as how Otacon would normally speak, which is even more bizarre.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

What the hell?! Otacon?!

[It’s his voice, his vocal patterns but this was beyond strange.]

What’s going on?

courtyard

[winter1982]

[you know when he heard that he came running to see what's wrong and if he could help.

he was worried.

but when he sees That Whole Thing...]

And here I thought you were dying or something.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Heh.]

Dying for a cigarette.

Courtyard

[geckodad]

...you gotta be shittin' me.

[That was so gross. Even Iwai is taken aback]

Couldn't you just ask for some of those?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hey Iwai, he’s not out here judging your life choices!!]

And just let these go to waste?

[geckodad]

[Maybe you should regurgitate your stuff out of everyone's sight]

How long have you even have them inside? What are you, some kinda bird?

[He refrains from adding 'I don't mean that second question literally']

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He cracks something close to a grin.]

Snake, remember?

[And then, a drag on his cigarette.]

Should be a couple of days now. It’s kind of hard to tell with what’s been going on here.

emeto warning lmao....

[rosebridled]

[ !!! Chu-Chu observes this and wonders why he didn't know this was a thing that was possible!!! You can just create the things you're wishing for like that???

He tries very hard to throw up a banana.

He does not succeed.

He does manage to produce a 5 yen coin, though. It is strangely clean, considering. ]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake looks at the little monkey (?) with some kind of amusement.]

I think they’re called piggy banks... [Cough.] Been saving that for something?

[rosebridled]

Chu?

[ He might have been at some point, but he sure doesn't remember it. Actually, he doesn't even remember that this is money. He's examining it intensely, sticking his hand through the hole in the middle. ]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake makes a curious grunt and crouches down to look at the little guy.]

What're you doing there?

Courtyard

[imstuck]

[Phil just.

Stares at Snake.

For like a solid minute.]

That's it.

I am having a vivid nightmare.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Liking what you see, Phil?]

No point asking if you’ll join me, then?

emetophobia mention

[imstuck]

[Thanks he craves death]

I would have to turn down that offer. I have a strict rule against taking anything that's been thrown up at any point in time.

courtyard

[jumpedtheshark]

.... I never needed to see that in real life.

[Listen, she respects you and all, but that's plain gross.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

In real life?

[Eh, maybe it’s just an odd turn of phrase.]

You didn’t have to watch.

[jumpedtheshark]

It happened too fast to look away!

[It's like watching a car wreck! You can't look away!]