Week 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Three people are dead in the span of one day. Two of which did absolutely nothing to deserve their gruesome deaths. Hopefully, no matter how silly this hope is, it's the last of the deaths in this hotel.

But maybe it's not all bad now? When people awake this Sunday, they will find that the door for 225 is now open, and for some reason leads to a bunch of cool new rooms to explore! Maybe this would be a great opportunity to bond over each other to make sure no one else dies again.

And no one else will die again, right?

21 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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Comments

[sentree]

[ Should she ask..... ]

How'd they... You know what, I'm going with magic and leaving it at that.

[sentree]

...You're going to have to explain.

[coulombslaw]

It should be fine if you get some, it's not like you'd use those for anything bad. [From the little he knows about her, at least] But, you know, for a place we're supposed to kill each other it does lack weapons, I'm not sure why.

[coulombslaw]

So witches aren't common where you come from? I guess you have met at least another one before, right?

[nocasetoobig]

Nah- this came out of the penny press. I thought it'd help me get more in to the detective brain, a little!

[as for the rest-]

I don't either. Maybe we should learn...

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle comes into the kitchen, worried that something might be on fire...and sees baked goods, instead. She picks one up, dubiously, and then glances up at Goofy.]

Are these...a specialty from your home?

Movie room

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle has poked around with the box in her room that shows fuzzy stuffed toys dancing around, and though it's fascinating, she can't do much with it other than press futilely at the buttons. However, upon exploring the newly-opened rooms in the hotel, she finds something like that box, except in a much grander scale, and similar to a theatre.

She goes and sits in the seat next to Tadashi, giving him a little wave.]</small. This is incredible. Like a play, except...more magical, I suppose. More real.

[theduck]

Uh- right! You can go ahead and ask. I'll be... supporting you. From far away.

I... didn't even think of that. I guess I wouldn't put it past her...

[darnsitall]

Oh, so no food that tries to fight back next time. Got it!

[darnsitall]

Really? That's what I was hoping for! It took me so long to get them to look right!

First aid room

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Continuing her habit of poking around the new rooms in between long stints in the library, Belle pokes her head in the door of the first aid room to see Sally sewing herself up. Despite how ghastly it looks, Belle's figured out by now that Sally isn't what you'd call a menace.]

Does it...hurt? To do that to yourself?

[nocasetoobig]

[back in the day is right, jfc. but Chip seems quite interested in all this]

So that was just- recorded, like that? [ARE CARTOONS ACTUALLY LIVE ACTION]

Kitchen

[darnsitall]

[Too bad he gets Sally instead. And... she also happens to be cradling Talky Tina in her arms.]

'Mabel Juice'- that looks yummy!

[CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG]

[nocasetoobig]

[He's not pushing her off, though his cap might get in the way.]

Exactly. And - no offense, but I'm still getting to know you guys. You're my friend, but we haven't been through the same kind of things, yet. [So he doesn't know how to help fit in with you.

...yet.]

[darnsitall]

[Sally tugs the stitching on her leg tight.]

Not at all! I don't think I have any nerves.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Oh......

Belle sits down on a nearby cot and cocks her head at Sally.]

I see. Where...did you come from, Sally? If you don't mind my asking.

Pool

[greatwidesomewhere]

[This is the one room Belle can't quite seem to puzzle out. She comes to stand next to Reyna at the edge of the pool, and cocks her head at it.]

It's so strange. I've never seen such a large bath. Are we meant to do laundry in this? It's filthy.

[darnsitall]

I came from Halloween Town! Lived there all my life.

...Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever left.

kitchen

[greatwidesomewhere]

...Dipper?

[What in the name of God—]

That doesn't look...good for you.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh!

[Well that...certainly explains some things. But Belle shakes her head.]

But I meant, actually—who were your parents?

[She can't think of a polite way to ask 'what are you?']

[goofy_er]

Nope! These are just plain ol' chocolate chip cookies!

[He holds out a plate of awful looking burnt cookies that look like they'd probably make someone sick if they ate one.]

Want one?

[audentiae]

[ Deadpan: ]

Perhaps they want to encourage creativity.

[audentiae]

Magic sounds about right. Wouldn't be the only magic thing in there, apparently.

[audentiae]

It's... like an artificial lake meant for swimming. But this one isn't exactly appropriate for that.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Library

[It's no surprise to Belle that she's ended up spending much of her time in the library. With so much new technology to learn about, she's ended up trying to glean as much information as she can from the books the hotel has on its library shelves. She's got her notebook set next to her, open, with myriad notes, scribbles, and drawings, as if she's trying to puzzle out some of the things she's reading about herself.

She might...not realize exactly how long she's been in here; sitting in the middle of the floor, she's nearly obscured by the piles of books she's taken down from the shelves and cross-referenced in her research. She also likely won't notice if anyone comes in unless they're making quite a lot of noise...]

Game Room

[Belle's first try at the penny press had been...interesting, to say the least. She'd pulled out a pile of clothes and a strange blonde hairpiece, and a necklace with some sort of rock attached. This time turns out to be a whole lot more fruitful. The first thing to come out is...]

A cat...?

[A black cat, to be precise; it shakes itself, looking understandably grumpy, and then winds around Belle's ankles a few times. The second thing to come out is a rolled-up painting of Preston and what she can only are his wife and daughter. She gazes sadly at the image of the young blonde girl for a long moment, before rolling it back up and setting it aside.

Next is what appears to be a croquet mallet in the shape of a pink flamingo, which is as baffling as it is amusing. Next is actually something familiar: her blue dress, which she hugs to her for a moment, clinging to any remnant of home. Then comes...a plate of spaghetti, which she supposes she should likely avoid eating, considering it might be poisoned. Last comes an empty clay pot that reads 'HUNNY']

...Someone didn't study their spelling very hard.