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.]

[ SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY ]

{OOC: Don't forget to fill out your Week 5 Activity Check!}

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THURSDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[chainbroke]

[ On Wednesday, Naminé doesn't come out of her room. She's been busy, trying to work out how this is possible (easily: Marluxia's Heartless, she assumes, was destroyed, and his Nobody was, too; so it's not impossible for him to return). There are a ton of papers in her room, and her hands show for it; her hands are tinted with gray. She's also tried to figure out how her disappearance would have affected everyone.

She doesn't want to assume the worst; after all, Kairi had been okay without her for that long, right? ... But she doesn't want to think about what happens if someone is separated from their Nobody for too long. Truth is, she isn't sure.

Regardless, she's out and about on Thursday. While Nobodies don't need to sleep, it's something she's gotten used to, and it shows. She moves a little slower, her face is a little paler. But she goes to the kitchen for some tea and toast. In the end, she doesn't touch the toast.

Then she goes to the foyer. It's morbid, that she looks upon the portraits of the dead... but she's there gazing upon them, hands folded in front of her. And then she covers her face with her hands. ]

You all shouldn't have had to...

[ ... After that, she goes to the bathing room. She's still wary, but she decides to go ahead and at least attempt to relax. ]

it's time. time to kitchen

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford has also been scarce the past week. He's felt bone-deep tired for... well, for weeks now, but being unable to even do the one thing he knows he's good at and fix WALL-E hit him extra hard. What that means is he may have just... not eaten for the past several days. He's finally hit the point where he can't not eat, so it's to the kitchen he goes, only to find Naminé already there.]

Not hungry, hon?

[Not that he blames her at all. He's the last person to judge someone for not having much an appetite.]

[chainbroke]

[ When Fiddleford enters, she's kind of... staring at no spot in particular, hands wrapped around her cup. She turns and blinks once at the address. ]

Mm? Oh... no, not really.

[ She sounds just as out of it as she looks. ]

[terribibble]

[... Yeah that seems about right. He sets about making himself his own toast, though he keeps watch on her out of the corner of his eye.]

Don't blame you. It's been...

Well sayin' it's been a long couple weeks'd be an understatement, wouldn't it?

[chainbroke]

[ She sips at her tea, thumb rubbing absently at the ceramic. ]

... Mm, it has. [ She finally looks at him. ] Have... How have you been doing?

[ It's a stupid question, and she knows it the moment she asks it. ]

bathing room

[kindaruledatit]

[Well, who should she run into here but Wendy! Taking her first bath in... idk a day or two. It's been stressful.

She's sitting in the big tub, Toweled, of course, and gives Namine a light wave.]

Hey! Come to try an relax?

[Like she's doing.]

[chainbroke]

[ Hey gurl. Naminé nods as she stands pretty near the entrance. If Wendy's here, then things are okay. Safe. Right? ]

Yes, to at least try. Is it alright if I join you?

[kindaruledatit]

Hey, enough room for everyone. [Probably, give or take a Maui.]

Come on in, the water's pretty great actually. And I'm not dead yet, so it's probably not dangerous. [She chuckles.] Unless you're scared of getting pruney.

[chainbroke]

[ Probably. Naminé manages a little smile, though. ]

Maybe... a little.

[ That was an attempt at a joke. Anyway, she goes over to join Wendy, sitting next to her. ]

Wow... it really does feel good.

foyer; late but not forgotten?

[outsidethecircle]

[Anna is there to get a good look at the others for reference again and she stops.]

No. They shouldn't have.

[Sorry, was she not supposed to have heard that?]

[chainbroke]

[ It's okay, drawing buddy. ]

They deserved so much more. So much better...

[outsidethecircle]

No one deserves this.

[It's literal hell. Kind of.]

HOUSE MEETING UP IN HERE

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's been a bit out of it the past couple of days. It's not really surprising, given how she's been acting for the past few weeks, but it's been a bit more noticeable now. That dream she had on sunday... there's no way that wasn't just a dream. Not with how vivid it was, not with all the information she had gathered...

Information she had to share with everyone.

She'd spent monday trying to recreate the drawing Man had shown her as best she could, but hadn't had time to gather everyone up before night rolled in. Then tuesday happened, with the motive as usual, and the past few days have been a bit tense because of it... but she couldn't keep putting it off any longer. So early enough thursday morning, when she hopes most people will still be in their rooms to see them, she slips notes under each door of the remaining residents.]

After breakfast, please meet me in the lounge area. I have something to discuss with everyone. If any of you received mysterious journal pages from the vending machine, please bring those as well.

[Elsa doesn't really eat much these days, so she skips out on breakfast, choosing instead to wait for everyone to gather in the lounge. She just has the sketch she recreated, the journal piece she already shared with the others, and another piece she found more recently set beside it.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford shows up promptly, his own scrap of parchment tucked away in his notebook, and sits down on one of the sofas. He's had his own strange dream recently, but he's keeping it close to the vest until it's strictly necessary. He leans forward interestedly.]

What is it you wanted to discuss?

[defyingfrigidity]

Would you think it would be odd to say that I want to discuss a dream I had the other night?

[Might as well get right to the point, and get the oddity of what exactly she's going to be talking about out of the way now.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[He gives Elsa a look full of curiosity, his brows slowly lifting. Could it be they had the same experience...?]

Actually, not at all. I'm listening.

[whistlenotchirp]

[If Jiminy could drag a plate into the lounge he would. Please eat your food, Elsa.]

Don't suppose you've found something like an exit?

[Haha cynical jokes because life is a nightmare~]

[defyingfrigidity]

[No point in eating if it all tastes like ash anyway.]

Unfortunately, no. But I may have found a way to help the spirits of our friends, if we can find a way out.

[whistlenotchirp]

[....Oh. OH. HUH.]

As in... ghosts and souls and afterlife friends? Those spirits?

Journal pages itt?

[ilovepuppies]

You got a creepy note, too? Because man did I get a creepy note.

[Star holds out her journal page, which is like something out of a bad creepypasta.]

[amadeusrockette]

[YIKES.]

Several of us did. We compared some of them last week, and we've figured out . . . um. [You know what? She. She doesn't wanna say "some dude decapitated his pirate lover" to Star.] . . . some things about this house.

[ilovepuppies]

[YIKES.]

From the sound of it, there's a lot of reasons why this place is packed with ghosts.

[defyingfrigidity]

[YIKES????]

I... I think I might know who "she" is.

[She picks up one of the journal pages she set out in front of her.]

Could he have...?

[ilovepuppies]

WHOA. Did he kill his wife? That's messed up.

[And something else catches her attention.]

A hatbox? I totally saw a ghost who was carrying a hatbox. He was a jerk!