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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[messianic]

[That is...not entirely untrue.]

Mm...

[HMMM...]

I knew I'd be tired. I didn't know it wouldn't do anything, though.

[maskarang]

"Nothing" would mean the sky didn't flash and thunder. Nor would you be on the ground.

[messianic]

[...]

Okay, I wasn't expecting the spell to work, but nothing to happen around here. That's probably more accurate.

[maskarang]

[ Probably so. He accepts this answer! ]

And what was the spell supposed to do?

[messianic]

Clear away the snow.

[...]

And...everything else around here too. [PRETTY DESTRUCTIVE.]

[maskarang]

... I see. [ He is kind of impressed? That's creative problem-solving right there. And it's better than anything he could come up with. ]

[messianic]

Sorry...that it didn't work. We thought it might, but... I guess that would be a little too easy.

[maskarang]

You owe me nothing, least of all an apology.

[messianic]

... Okay.

[Still...]

We'll all have to keep trying to find a way for all of us to get out of here. I'll do my best as well.

[maskarang]

... [ He has nothing to say to that, apparently. ]

Can you move?

[messianic]

... In a minute. Probably.

[Right now? His limbs feel like jelly.]

[maskarang]

If a minute is all it will take, you aren't in any immediate danger.

[ Not moving though. He's going to stand here waiting until Minato actually does get up. ]