Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Now that the Narrator is done explaining the situation, you all have time to assess the situation and maybe even work together to find a way out. After all, clearly the Narrator is being over dramatic and it can't be that hard to escape out of here without murdering everyone, right?

But, with the doors outside indeed locked and all the windows unbreakable, it might not be a bad idea to explore the hotel, either for alternative methods of escape or to relieve boredom. Your Narrator is also now available for private chat in case you want to interrogate him or throw more stuff at his face.

If the locked doors aren't bad enough, when everyone goes back to the lobby, they'll notice a plaque on the front desk. If you thought your Narrator wasn't serious before, this is damning evidence to the contrary.

Either way, we really do hope you enjoy your stay in this hotel.]

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{OOC And this'll be the last mod post for the week! Feel free to drop your coins into the penny press once you've earned them. And because this is a peace week, there will be no murder committed!  And if you plan on investigating, just let us know in your toplevel by putting in INVESTIGATION. Have fun while you still can!]

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[stenchus_rodentus]

[Ratigan instantly beams, dropping down and feeling genuinely happy to see someone for once in his life.

He treads carefully, taking note of the decor around the room. Very...thematically appropriate.

Ratigan nonetheless clasps hands, beckoning his horrible fluffy monster.]

Someone has been a naughty kitty, haven't they?

Yes...she's quite spirited...and useful.

[Useful hanging on the cliff of plummeting connotations.]

[anasty]

Such a good girl.

[ Ursula uses the very honest, but very much baby talk tone, towards the giant bottom of the feline.

She shuts the door behind Ratigan, locking it.

Felicia graces Ratigan with a look and a mew of greeting before returning to her obviously much more important meal. Just what has he done for her lately??? ]

I thought perhaps I'd make a little clamor... so many good souls out there, you know, willing to while their time away on a wayward feline.

Pardoning the little rodents, naturally.

[ She has a suspecting stare for Ratigan. ]

And making less time for thinking about who would be the first among us worth murdering.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[His ears swivel back as the door shut behind him. He doesn't bother moving around or going to it, just letting his head sink with a defeated smile. She had just about every leverage tool, didn't she?]

He makes an almost unconscious ringing gesture when he realizes nope. No bell.]

I take this as a filtering process?

[No pun intended. He makes a dramatic gesture to himself.]

You believe that I could be capable of such...

[Sighs, then a smile.]

I can't pretend around a magnaminous personality like you, you may say yes...there are a few easy marks I've seen. But if you're thinking you're a target...I believe we both know the answer to that.

[anasty]

[ That's right, darling. How good it was that she was honest about you being the bottom of the list! ]

I didn't plan for you to come to me now, but it's as good as time as any.

Let's be honest:

You and I are the foremost potential targets here, when push comes to shove. You being the more likely candidate for your stature, I'm afraid.

As willing as the mind may be...

[ A tentacle darts out, meaning to catch him... but only lift him up to the bed, where he can be reunited with his feline counterpart. ]

You're the most obvious, morally deplorable candidate by rote. I assure you, I don't like this any better than you, my dear. Nonetheless I see this as a fact...

[stenchus_rodentus]

[What a lovely jam session. Ratigan jolts visibly as he settles on the bed but is relieved as he's reunited with Felicia.]

I am lacking in...resources at the moment.

[As much as he hates to admit. Even Felicia seems to admit.]

I suppose whilst I invest my time in escaping you and I reach an alliance...not without compensation for you, of course.

[He knows how you work.]