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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Comments

[whirlingmace]

[ Here lies Sataling. ]

Hehe.

[ That's not ominous at all. ]

It doesn't look like you have any boo boos this time.

[purrtagonist]

[THAT'S SUPER OMINOUS. . . oh well, guess this is how he dies. buried in a snow drift by Cinque]

We're not hurt. Just. . . outta SP.

[whirlingmace]

What's SP? It seems like you both are just really tired.

[ Going to keep moving snow on to him. ]

[purrtagonist]

. . . a joke.

[he isn't explaining it, gdmit]

[whirlingmace]

[ That seems awfully suspicious! ]

Huh? What kind of joke? Tell me, Satalingaling.

[ Poking him in the sides. ]

[purrtagonist]

Noooooo. . .

[he's too tired to brain explaining jokes right now]

[whirlingmace]

You aren't a very good joker if you can't think of anything.

[ There's a nod over here. ]

Maybe I can help you think of one.

[purrtagonist]

[a beat]

Sure.

[he still isn't moving and he's tired so like, they might as well tell jokes while he and Minato are laid out in the snow]

Hit me with your best joke.

[whirlingmace]

Hmm. I know. What do snowmen like to eat for lunch?

[ Yeah, let's do this. Not like they can catch a cold or anything. ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . oh NO]

I don't know. What do they like to eat for lunch?

[whirlingmace]

Icebergers!

[ Oh yes ]

[purrtagonist]

[OH NOOOOO]

[DON'T START THIS WATERFALL, CINQUE]

Where does the snowman keep his money?

[whirlingmace]

[ Too late. There's no going back. ]

Where where?

[purrtagonist]

The snowbank.

[lifts a hand and FINGERGUNS]

[his delivery of that line is SO ON POINT one can practically hear the snare drums in the background]

[whirlingmace]

[ Omg. She's bad at keeping a straight face. ]

What is it called when a snowman has a temper tantrum?

[purrtagonist]

[pushes his mask up a bit, like he's adjusting the glasses he currently isn't wearing]

I don't know. What is it called?

[whirlingmace]

A meltdown!

[ Also what is up with the mask. Going to poke it. ]

Did you just feel like you wanted to be pretty again?