WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has come and gone, and three more people are dead. Nearly half of the guests are dead in a little over a month. The ghosts are still not reacting, and with Demyx's execution one has to wonder if the ghosts are even here anymore.

In the very least one more floor has been opened up: the trophy room, a shooting gallery, and a bathing room.

... Maybe keep Kiara out of the trophy room.

14 guests remain.]

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SUNDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Sunday rolls around, and although Ford feels like he's burning his candle at both ends, he has some important tasks that he's given himself. First and foremost is breakfast. He rises early, pounds a couple of cups of coffee, and sets about making a huge bowl of pancake batter. He starts frying up stacks of flapjacks, piling them on a big platter in the middle of the kitchen of the table, setting out a dish of butter and a crock of syrup, too. They're all just your standard pancakes, but he does make a special little stack for Naminé, should she wander in, with blueberries and rainbow sprinkles inside. Kids like rainbow sprinkles, right? He knows Mabel does. Maybe Naminé will, too.

After that's done, and everyone's eaten, and the dishes are cleaned, Ford sets about making amends for his own foolishness at the trial. It had been especially stressful for the ambiguity of the evidence, and he'd said some things he hadn't meant to. Cast doubts he wished he hadn't cast. So he goes to both Mike's and Lefou's doors, knocks, and waits for an answer. It's time to swallow his pride and make some apologies.]

stop fucking killing me jo

[chainbroke]

[ She's still feeling... not that great, but Naminé's been filled with determination. She doesn't want to rely so heavily on people anymore... not without doing things for them in return. Friendships are give and take, after all, and Naminé's been doing a lot of taking and not much giving. So she thinks.

So she comes into the kitchen ready to make breakfast for the others, when-- ]

Oh, good morning.

[ She doesn't look like she's slept very well, but it's fine. ]

Wow... did you make all of those pancakes, Mr. Pines?

[toogoodforhim]

[You caught him in a rare moment when he was actually back in his room, Ford, but when he opens the door at the knock it's apparent that this is actually kind of unusual. Namely because the only thing in Lefou's room anymore are two chests, two dressers, and a pile of extra blankets and pillows.

Lefou's surprised to see Ford there, but he smiles a little sheepishly.]

Well, hey, Ford. Everything alright?

[aboyandhiscar]

[The door's already opening midway through Ford's knock, as Mike's on his way out. He doesn't see much point in staying cooped up in his room for too long, and is pretty much constantly wandering. He blinks, wide eyed, surprised to see Ford standing there. His hand unconsciously moves to throw him his normal, casual salute.]

--yo! Thanks for the grub this morning. Is every okay?

From beyond

[worldofcolor]

[When Ford sleeps that night, he finds himself somewhere else.

Ford has certainly been to a Irish Pub, before, hasn't he? In this case, the place is far more maintained than one would expect from the atmosphere that comes as a package deal with places like these. It'd certainly still set Jiminy Cricket off, but there's...a warmth too it, that definitely hasn't been present around the mansion.

A lone table awaits Ford. A menu and an empty plate sits out, waiting for him. Something almost draws him there.

Investigate?]

maybe I'll actually stop backdating eventually but oops

[outsidethecircle]

[She's walking in and--stops. Sniffing the air.]

Did you make these yourself?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Another trial, another trip to the memorial for Elsa, and she kneels down to add two more names:

Wall-e
Demyx

This ritual has become quite a double-edged sword for her; on one hand, she's glad she can do something to keep the memories of her friends alive. She's glad she can still do something at all. But another part of her hates that she has to keep doing this, that people just keep killing each other week after week despite how badly a toll it takes on them...

Her sigh is deep and heavy as she weaves her magic once more, but... this time she only creates one new figurine. Wall-e, and the little robot she'd seen in one of the pictures in his biography. Eve, right? They're close to each other, and Wall-e is holding out their little hand to the other 'bot...

Demyx... Demyx doesn't get anything. She's still not sure how to feel about what he did, but he did it of his own volition, and not even for the sake of a loved one, like Tadashi did. She won't stop anyone else from leaving something for him, but she won't.

Later on, she can be seen exploring the new rooms! She only very briefly steps into the trophy room and shooting gallery, a little... too unnerved to be around the decour and the guns, so she'll just focus on the bathing room for now!]

This is... amazing.

[A look of curiosity manages to cut through the cloud of apathy hanging around her, but at the same time, she manages to look a bit cautious as well.]

And a bit too good to be true. Could it be... trapped in some way?

[toogoodforhim]

[When she peeks into the trophy room, she'll find Lefou there seemingly lost in thought, looking into the eyes of a large, taxidermied doe, one hand stroking the fur between her eyes. The tune that he's humming softly to himself would probably be jaunty if it were up to tempo, but at the moment sounds a bit like a music box that needs to be wound back up.]

bathing room

[chainbroke]

[ Hey, Elsa, Naminé definitely feels the same way. She peers a little nervously into the room when she approaches it, then looks at Elsa. ]

Well... when we got the door going outside... That wasn't trapped.

[ But then again, this is Oogie Boogie they're dealing with. ]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui had been perusing the trophy room himself when he spotted Elsa. It wasn't hard to miss how worn down the woman was -- it may have been a handful of weeks, and he might not have ever had his own family, but he understood the concept well enough. Who could blame her for still hurting.

Maui... wasn't exactly good at talking about these sort of things though. Rather than thinking of addressing he emotional state, the demi-god followed her out with something of a forced grin on his lips.]

Yeah, I know. I thought it was boring in there too. No monsters? Come on!

Bathing room

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy isn't exactly as nervous as Elsa, seeing as she's walking straight in. That's just her style.]

Yeah... What is it? Like, some weird hotsprings or something?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford, after his pancake extravaganza and ensuing apology mission, was delighted to discover the new addition to the house, and had immediately taken a nice, long soak. The bath room is surprisingly nice, not to mention quiet, and it felt good to soak his old bones and try to ease away some of the tension that's built up in the past month and some change.

When Elsa comes in, he's just on his way out—thankfully fully dressed, rubbing at his salt-and-pepper hair with a nice, warm towel. He slings the towel over his shoulder and gives her a little smile.]

I'm pleased to report that there don't seem to be any traps. In the mens' side, at least. It's quite relaxing, actually.

From beyond

[worldofcolor]

[When Elsa sleeps that night, she'll find herself somewhere else.

It's a small place. But...comfortable. Something about it is comfortable. It's hard to place, but something about it is homely. It's not horribly furnished, save for the centerpiece. It's a large piano, polished and incredibly clean.

An empty piano bench awaits her.

Investigate?]

Bathing room; oops I'm late

[outsidethecircle]

[She's looking around the bathing room. Hopefully--]

I hope not. It's better than the showers, at least.

[aboyandhiscar]

[It's a lazy Sunday for Mike, and once he realizes there have been new additions, he starts exploring. The trophy room is just. . .creepy. All these cool animals, why mount them up like that? But even worse, as twisted as this place is, he just worries one of them may end up on the wall. So he'll just. . .slowly back away from the trophy room, gently closing the door.

Then there's the shooting gallery!.........nope. Nope. NOPE. As soon as he steps in, Mike's on guard. There are way too many guns and he isn't sure if they're models or not. This room is just ASKING for someone to be murdered. So should you try exploring while Mike's up there, you might run into some issues. Remember that couch he dragged up to the attic before??? LETS JUST SHOVE THIS IN FRONT OF THE GALLERY DOOR. This is fine, this is not being paranoid at all.

Exploring aside, he does recall some people wanted to take a swing at his spark staff. Well, it'd be a good distraction, at least. So when he's hanging in the foyer, Mike might suddenly toss you the staff while it's in its compact chrome skull form.]

Head's up!

foyer

[chainbroke]

Ah!

[ Luckily, she does catch it! But she looks at it like she has no idea what to do with it, because she definitely does not know what to do with it. ]

[pardonmylanguage]

[Tip catches it.] Whoa! [She smirks a little.] Bored of it already?

Gallery

[whistlenotchirp]

Need some help with that?

[...Because surely a Cricket can help move a couch.]

[ilovepuppies]

[This is starting to get routine and she hates it.

Star finds the new floor easily enough, and tries one of the rooms. She walks in....

...and immediately runs out, screaming and slamming the door behind her.]

THE ROOM IS FULL OF DEATH.

[guess who found the trophy room.]

[outsidethecircle]

[Anna actually is on a second trip to the trophy room with her drawing utensils and--]

Woah--it's spooky but I don't think I'd go that far.

[kindaruledatit]

Please don't tell me there's another dead body in there.

[kindaruledatit]

[Today is an eventful day for Wendy.

Wendy found the shooting gallery. There is an uncomfortable amount of guns in here, even for someone that would have been rather hype to hold a rifle. Fortunately, if you're exploring and spot her aiming at one of the targets... and fire a BB round, you're gonna see her sighing with relief.]

Holy cow. [She glances back, someone's there. She waves sheepishly.] It's alright. They're fake.

[wannagetsmote]

[Wendy might have been relieved, but it was clear that Maui was more uncomfortable than ever. He jumped back as she fired, then -- once it was clear that the device she was holding was done being weird, barreled forward to look at it.]

Red, two questions for you: How did you do that, and what is this?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's only vaguely familiar with the idea of muskets and other similar guns, being from a time where the favored weapons of soldiers are still swords and crossbows, but guns aren't unheard of in her time. And that's why, when she peeks her head into the room at the sound of a shot, she just sort of. Cringes.]

... Do you think they'll stay that way?