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thefoundation2018-11-26 04:48 am
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WEEK 1 - MINGLE

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...?
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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[but sometime during the day, that perfectly quaint tranquility is interrupted by an explosion (see 00:42 for visuals). the flashing lights and whirling booms are coming from the direction of the ski slopes, so at least it isn't affecting the resort, right??? and anyone who investigates the scene of the explosion will find. . .]
[that there's absolutely no damage to the surrounding area whatsoever, despite the fireworks. like. every single snowflake in every single snowdrift is still undisturbed, perfectly in place]
[there are two protags (Minato and Akira) sprawled out in the snow, tho. so that's interesting]
[you can bug them if you choose, or leave them to wallow in their misery. your choice!!]
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Ah.]
...Do I want to ask?
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Minato...stirs a little in the snow, waving a limp hand vaguely and immediately flopping back to the snow.
Nope. Don't do it. Save yourself.]
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Nnnnnope.
[that's it. that's all he says]
[btw he's dressed in a swanky black leather jacket]
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[ While Inaba might be sleep deprived, she is here for this regardless of how she is not a skiier and just.
She's gonna poke them. ]
Oooooi, are you two alive down there.
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And then shivers.
URGH IT'S COLD. Dryly:]
Nope. We're dead. It's all over.
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Remember us fondly. . . say a nice thing at our eulogy. . .
[Akira doesn't even bother rolling over when he speaks. also: swanky leather jacket! he's wearing it!]
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Did you guys start the fireworks without me?
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Minato's eyes are closed so he's got no idea she is burying Akira alive in the frigid snow.]
N... nope. At least... not on purpose.
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Is this my punishment. . .
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Gonna just... come over and try nudging Akira warily with his foot. You alive? ]
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Minato is just kind of flopped over and not even remotely aware that Gerome is there until the footsteps register.
A beat.]
... Sorry if we're in the way.
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[he doesn't say anything. he doesn't move. he just lies there, wallowing in shame]
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ski slopes;
What were you two doing?
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Minato just flops over some more and sighs.]
... Not sure how to answer that, really... trying something...? Yeah, trying something.
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He sure didn't expect to find two dumb teens sprawled out, with no signs of an explosion. For a moment he sighs with relief -- nobody seems hurt, it's just two dumbasses doing who knows what
Once he's completely recovered from the surprise of having seen an explosion from afar, he huffs, hands in his pockets]
You two need me to bring a stretcher?
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Oh, dear. Is this what happens when you run out of SP?
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The first thing that pops out of her mouth as she sees them is look at Minato and ask the first question her mind.]
Are you okay!? What did you d- What happened!?
[She knows the answer to her cut off second question, but almost tipping her hand like that... it's not like her. The explosion must have shaken her more than she thought. She didn't need a remind of what happened before she got here.]
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Atsushi came running in initially because he totally thought some kind of bomb had gone off, but nope it's just two protags. And he just. Sighs.]
You couldn't start with something a little less flashy?
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god this is so late im sorry
...Hm. It's as if they just both decided to just lie down in the snow at the same time. But what was that explosion? She kneels down, frowning.]
Are you boys just going to lie around in the snow, or am I going to have to drag Medic out here to perform surgery on your frostbitten limbs?
[That's her way of checking to see if they're alright.]
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...
ollies in 5,000 years later
She's frowning as she looks around, it's all blinding white, so it's a good thing both boys have dark colors going on. She's going to touch down right in between them. Her landing throws up a sheet of snow, also, so they're probably half buried now. It also throws off her aim and the D-board is probably now sitting on them. Well done, just in general.
Anyway, hands on hips:]
Are you trying to start an avalanche or something? I'm surprised we haven't had one, with how loud everyone is. [okay, so she's being pretty loud too] What did you even do?
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ski slopes, fifteen minutes late with starbucks
[SHE RUNS OUT IN EXCITEMENT TO SEE WHAT MADE THAT, although when she sees the two of them lying there her excited grin kind of fades out.]
Oh, no! You've gotta be careful with your dramatic entries, guys...!
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