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

[xenoqueen]

...That's alright.

[Ripley sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. The whole situation is absurd, and having been pulled right from hypersleep after facing down a deadly alien threat...well, let's just say that's not improving her mood, either.]

Sorry, sorry, I'm just...as nice as this resort is, I don't like the looks of this situation at all. I mean...you saw the warning the Apprentice put out. Who knows what the Staff have planned for us?

[rosebridled]

They already told us, didn't they?

[ You know... that whole "game"... Unless that's not what she's most worried about. ]

[xenoqueen]

...Besides the obvious, I mean.

[She crosses her arms, casting a glance towards the bare wall.]

For one, I don't trust these other 'guests' they're keeping on the second floor. They won't let us go upstairs, yet the guests themselves are free to move about as they please.

[rosebridled]

Ah.

[ Vaguely glances in the direction of one of the staircases. ]

The ones we know of haven't been human, have they? Maybe they don't trust people not to disturb or hurt them.

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley nods.]

That may be true, I guess. But how can we be sure that they don't want to hurt us if we aren't given absolute transparency?

[rosebridled]

If they do, it seems even more important that none of us do anything to provoke them. It's like the fence at a zoo that protects each side from the other.

[ Clearly they're the animals in this comparison. ]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley frowns. She almost wants to comment that just leaving things alone isn't good enough...but, then again, being too curious caused the Nostromo to take on the alien in the first place. Had they just continued on their course, they probably could've avoided it entirely.]

....I guess you're right. Like poking a hornet's nest.

[She sighs, and suddenly, there's a chair that definitely wasn't there a moment before. Without thinking, Ripley sits down in it and rests her head on her hand, leaning forward.]

Christ, I've been searching these hallways for hours. I'm exhausted.

[rosebridled]

[ Hm! ]

That's a very convenient ability to have, then.

[ In somewhat limited circumstances, if it's just Creating Furniture. ]

[xenoqueen]

...What is?

[A confused expression appears on Ripley's face. It takes a few moments for her to realize--]

Ah!

[--and then she leaps out of the chair, staring down at it.]

That...wasn't there before.

[rosebridled]

Oh, were you not the one who did that?

[ It could have been a very considerate ghost, maybe. ]

[xenoqueen]

No, I-- [A pause.] I don't...know? Maybe it was...the Apprentice or something, I don't know.

[She runs a hand through her hair, staring down at the chair as if it was covered in acid or something. It looks just like a normal, nondescript chair, though.]

Um. Okay, maybe if I, um--

[And the chair vanishes!]

[rosebridled]

[ Applauds! ]