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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Comments

[nonbelligerent]

[this is expected.]

It is nice to be able to talk properly for a bit, though.

[instead of constant muffling...]

[unsaid]

[he manages a brief laugh at that, bringing a hand up to let the backs of his fingers brush against shess' cheek]

I cannot say it is unwelcome to see a familiar face either.

Do you believe the time for such is limited?

[nonbelligerent]

[he will permit this because he's used to it from jiji by now.]

We shouldn't stick around for too long. Not too sure what we'll do without the veils, but we can probably stay out of the Nightman's way until check-out.

[unsaid]

[ :) ]

Should we go to a door?

[doN'T JUST SIGN SHESS UP FOR A DOOR]

[nonbelligerent]

I don't think I should be doing that.

[unsaid]

Ah...

[this makes sense and yet DON'T SOUND SO DISAPPOINTED]

[nonbelligerent]

You missed out on your chance while I still had the veil, I'm afraid.

[unsaid]

Would it not have been even more precarious for me to ask after the personal details of your psyche even more than I already had?

Though we could have gone to the 'Applebee's'.

[nonbelligerent]

... It sounds like I dodged a bullet...

[unsaid]

Is seeing me no longer the highlight of your week?

[shesS? IS HE NO LONGER THE FAVORITE?

also considering how many times jiji showed up at his doorstep bloody and up to some shit that's probably fair]

[nonbelligerent]

[seems to be thinking about this...]

[unsaid]

[ . . . . didn't actually think shess would need to think about it hm]

[nonbelligerent]

[thinks about it... for longer...?]

[unsaid]

... to think your heart could be so swayed...

[stop]

[nonbelligerent]

Yuri did give me flowers as well.

[unsaid]

I am pleased to hear you were well taken care of.

[nonbelligerent]

If it's any consolation, I had tea with you the most by far.

[unsaid]

We did have sake once.

[nonbelligerent]

Ah, yes, variety...

[unsaid]

It is good not to get stuck in old ways.

Though I do look forward to asking you a number of questions yet again.

[now that he can answer as shess....]

[nonbelligerent]

Says the man who won't make tea for himself...

[please]

I suppose there's no escaping it, is there.

[unsaid]

[haha yea

he just smiles faintly and his expression softens. there's no escape.]

... even now, I consider it my honor to look after you, though I do not know entirely what success I have had in the past few weeks. You have done a great deal for all present again, but I know as well as any what this type of role is like.

That is all it is.

[nonbelligerent]

The sentiment is appreciated, Mikazuki. Though you should know well that I don't quite need it, either.

[unsaid]

If there is any that would be capable of managing themselves, it would be you.

[it's definitely not born out of a place of 'need']

I shall persist anyway, for I am a stubborn old man.

[nonbelligerent]

[yeah you had all better believe in him after voting him for lms in subd]

... As I am all too aware of.