WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ SEVEN: MINGLE

(18 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)

Good morning, esteemed guests.

Ha. Hahaha.

As you awaken on Monday, you’ll find that things are just as they were the night before. The kitchen will serve piping hot breakfast during the morning hours, the pool’s been stocked with fresh towels and the gardens are open for anyone who wishes to spend some time among nature. However, should you explore a bit, you’ll find that a few new changes have been made to the hotel itself.

Your room service menus are still on your desks if you wish to browse before leaving for the day.

The front door no longer spins endlessly, for one thing. Should you make an attempt to exit the hotel, you will find yourself entering a new location.

In addition, should you enter the elevator you will find...nothing? There are no new buttons. However, if you look on the Mezzanine you will find a few new areas to peruse. These rooms are still locked from the outside, but perhaps you may ask politely and be granted access. In addition, as you explore the hotel you will find that you have now lost access to certain rooms. How odd.

The portraits from the week before continue to hang in various parts of the hallways and in the rooms themselves, continuing to depict innocuous scenes. Like before, if you linger just a touch too long, you'll soon find that you and whomever you're with will be lost in a swirl of shadows and pulled directly into the portrait itself. You will have to find your way out just like before.

Strangely, however, you no longer have that connection with the person you are with. You're no longer in sync, unable to feel their thoughts or movement or really even have to cooperate. Instead, regardless of where you are in the hotel whether it's inside a portrait, a door, or even your own room, you will begin to experience a feeling of numbness. Perhaps it starts in your body, the inability to feel pain or the touch of someone's hand. Maybe it infiltrates your emotions, quieting everything you've been feeling lately to an even, neutral stance. After a while, you may become so numb you feel yourself fading away entirely, a limb slowly being erased, but you can quickly snap back if someone addresses you.

Try to keep yourselves grounded, everyone.

Finally, for those of you with a spare ticket in your pocket, feel free to visit the Starlight Gift Shop, stocked with new items for this week.

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█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[preowned]

No.

[ just immediately agrees, but he does let go. ]

I was not expecting this.

[resumed]

That makes two of us. [a pause.] Good surprise, or bad surprise?

[preowned]

Good.

... hopefully not bad, but we will find out?

[resumed]

The truth always comes out somehow, I think. The real question is how much time we actually have before that happens.

[before finding out if this is good or bad.]

[preowned]

When's our last official day? Sunday?

[resumed]

Probably. Somewhere in there...that times out about right from when you arrived, doesn't it? But if I were you I'd try to stay ahead of the deadline.

[preowned]

[ especially since they still have no idea how they are going to do this help ]

Isn't he going to notice? Even if we keep going through doors all day, he'll probably have to check in with the rest of us eventually.

[resumed]

Yeah. We can try to distract him ourselves now that we've done this, but his focus will likely still be on you guys. So you have to be careful with the next moves you make. He doesn't want the dead to return.

[preowned]

Mm. He really isn't a cranky individual, isn't he!

[resumed]

Cranky is probably the most polite word for it, Tsurumaru.

[preowned]

It is technically not wrong.

[resumed]

Technically, no. But it'll be way more satisfying to come up with other words to use later.