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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foyer

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh sweet mother of god.]

Wendy.

[kindaruledatit]

[Looks over? Waves!]

Hey! How's it hanging?

[whistlenotchirp]

[uggggghhhh]

Not great- don't distract me! I can't believe this, Star I expected this behavior, but from you? Tsk tsk.

[kindaruledatit]

Wow, really? [Well, she hadn't really talked about her past, has she?]

Oooh, wow. You don't really know me that well, huh.

[whistlenotchirp]

I thought I did, but its clear to me I was wrong.

[So disgusted.]

[kindaruledatit]

Oh come on! It's for a good cause! [She gestures to her work! Isn't it lovely?]

These guys that have us stuck here basically deserve it!

[whistlenotchirp]

What? [He glances at it again.]

Oh, that? That's fine. I just don't think you should be wasting supplies like that.

[kindaruledatit]

[...] Oh. Hey, don't worry about it, Jiminy. The ghosts have got us covered.

[And what's she drawing now? It's looks really simple but what could i-okay, yeah it's a dick.]

I'm not gonna waste all our ketchup. I'm not crazy.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Okay that's extremely scandalous and he has to look away from it.]

Well... As long as its replaceable. Never know when you might need ink or food.

[kindaruledatit]

[It's fiiiiiine, it's barely a shape. Just don't tell the young girls about it]

Yeah, I guess to write sad letters. Or eat french fries.

[whistlenotchirp]

I suppose the french did, at least, give us that to enjoy with ketchup.

[Google says french fries did exist in 1880s. Fun fact.]

[kindaruledatit]

[A Very good fact, in Wendy's opinion.]

See? You get it! So, have anything you want to commission?

[whistlenotchirp]

[He considers carefully.]

....draw oogie with an ugly mustache.

[kindaruledatit]

[Thumbs up!!! You're getting there, Jiminy.] Ohoho, absolutely. Free of charge!

[And she'll get right on that with... some mustard? Sure, that works.] Good thing he's got a really simple shape.

[whistlenotchirp]

Evil does tend to be simple and straightforward.

[kindaruledatit]

Heh. I hear that. [Doodle, doodle. Let's add some stupid looking, angry eyebrows. Burlap can't have eyebrows but sssshhhhh]

Some really evil guy I once knew was a freaking triangle.

[whistlenotchirp]

Oh, that was your fella in their moving image show?

He seemed... [Like a dingus] Strange and violent.

[kindaruledatit]

Yuuuuup. And Ford's. And Youngucket's.

He's like this freaky demon, basically. Loves to mess around with all of my friends. I didn't know him all that much, but I heard things. [Plus she got to live in Bill's hellparty for a while.]

But we totally destroyed him. Or, uh, Ford and his brother Stan did.

[whistlenotchirp]

[That's... a lot to take in.]

Well. Golly. Seems like a heck of a fella to just have roaming about.

[Demons suck.]

[kindaruledatit]

[That's not even getting into the OTHER demons...]

Oh yeah. If he was here, it would be pretty bad. But he's gone, so it's fine.

[...]

Definitely wouldn't be great if he were stuck here like the rest of us.

[whistlenotchirp]

Well, if he were to show up, I'd give him a stern talking to for ya. Can't let the likes of him run about.

[He won't admit it but he kind of likes Wendy and he won't have this triangle fella calling trouble.]

[kindaruledatit]

[She looks.... touched, to be honest - if slightly amused by the idea of Jiminy Cricket talking down to Bill Cipher.]

You know, I'd honestly love to see you do that.

[And, at last, she's finished her oogie doodle.] What do you think?

[whistlenotchirp]

[He grins.]

You're a craftsman.