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grimgrinningghosts) wrote in
foolishmortals2017-10-08 11:45 am
Week 2
[It's been one whole week, and no one has died yet. For someone who seemed so sure that someone would die, it seems as if The Narrator was wrong about anyone killing another person. But after awhile, the hotel might seem pretty dull. There is only so much to do in here, and if you don't enjoy books and old board games, it's hard to keep you entertained unless you like marathons of Muppet Treasure Island.
But you can keep this up, right?
24 guests remain.]
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{OOC: Don't forget to turn in your Week 1/Intro AC! Since Peace Week is over, Tuesday and onward are currently locked for the upcoming motive. Everything is going to change soon}
But you can keep this up, right?
24 guests remain.]
{OOC: Don't forget to turn in your Week 1/Intro AC! Since Peace Week is over, Tuesday and onward are currently locked for the upcoming motive. Everything is going to change soon}

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He occasionally skims the coat room, disgusted with the options and largely sticking to his personal suit by and large. He hates having to wear and clean his own stuff, but he has presentation to consider.
Otherwise, he's almost entirely spending time in the library. He's not a fan of the occult, but its important for a billionaire to keep his mind busy. Granted, normally he paid other people to read the books for him and give a summary. When in Rome.
He typically sticks to the informational books, but he gives a few spooky tales a try. Anything to stave off the boredom in this place.]
library
Which is why she doesn't hesitate to reach out and try to pluck free the tome Preston has pulled down from the shelves. ]
Not so fast, my debonair darling...
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He raises an eyebrow at the grab, keeping his grip on the book.]
...Pardon?
dining room
He's carrying stacks of sad leaf sandwiches around and leaving them on random surfaces just so he doesn't have to look at them anymore when he passes the dining room and sees that fancy rich guy just sitting there alone waiting for... probably food, if literally every day of the last two weeks have indicated anything about this guy's personality.
Donald stares for a couple of seconds before sliding a lettuce sandwich down the length of the dining room table.]
Bon appétit.
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Is this all you know how to make?
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coat room
Oh, hi. Are you looking for something?
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[She's trying to be Helpful.]