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

[audentiae]

The food is also concerning, but... don't light any candles it gives you. More trouble than they're worth.

[audentiae]

So we just have a... dirty water room. Seems about right for this hotel.

[ LIKE. ]

[greatwidesomewhere]

...M'sieur Walt, I'm sure you must be mistaken. I don't...have any friends.

[None that are still alive, anyway.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[That gets Belle laughing, and she steps back from the edge to look at Reyna.]

What, do you mean to say that not every hotel has such an amenity as a dirty water room?

[greatwidesomewhere]

I...sort of? It's just that this dress reminds me of a time when I thought I'd never find a way out of that tiny town. When...I had no idea how much my life was just about to change.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle glances up when she hears someone enter the room behind her, but she's not expecting that.]

Goodness! I've never seen a...mouse riding a cat before.

[She remembers how touchy Ratigan was about that distinction at the trial. Belle bends down to scritch Felicia behind the ears.]

Soon we'll have enough cats for everyone to have one, I'm sure.

[darnsitall]

[A voice pipes up directly behind him.]

Look, it lights up!

[darnsitall]

[As much as she likes Amanda's makeshift ghost costume, Sally will reach out to try and pull it off.]

You should try cutting eyeholes in it next time!

Announcement

[keyofimagination]

Everyone go to the library as soon as possible. I need to discuss something with everyone.

[The Narrator is already the library, looking unusually serious.]

I’ve come to the realization that there’s a man who’s been speaking to some of you in your dreams. Someone who claims to be helping everyone and “only has the best interest in you” [He fingersquotes to emphasize his point.] and refers to himself as “Walt”.

That man is lying to you, and if you know what’s good for you, I would ignore him at all costs. Walt is a highly dangerous man. He knows exactly what to say to get you on his side, but don’t listen to a single word that comes out of his mouth. He is a snake who will backstab you the moment he gets what he wants, and I dread to think what he has in store for all of us.

I am well aware that most of you don’t trust me, but please believe me when I say he’s not someone you want to interact with. I am all too aware of the man he really is.

[He is going to stick around after the announcement, but he seems unusually upset today.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Having a visitor in her dreams is strange enough, but when the Narrator brings it up the very next day to all of them? It's eerie. Belle's expression is caught somewhere between determined and unsure.]

It seems to me that you're both equally as untrustworthy, then. Considering you had someone killed for scratching at the walls.

[hallotween]

Has Walt killed anybody yet? If he hasn't, he's already way more trustworthy than you.

[keyofimagination]

[There is a pause before he responds to that.]

... You really thought I was the one who wanted to enforce the rules in such a way, then.

[greatwidesomewhere]

You didn't seem upset about it. Considering we haven't seen hide nor hair of your 'employer,' I think it's a fair assumption.

[keyofimagination]

[He doesn't respond to the question, but he will gladly respond to the accusation.]

I've never killed anyone.

[keyofimagination]

I'm sorry that I don't emote enough for you, that's just how I am. But my quirks aren't not a good way to figure out if I'm happy about a situation or not.

[hallotween]

Oh, yeah, that chandelier just happened to fall when it did! You weren't involved at all!

[darnsitall]

If he can invade our dreams it might be a little hard to avoid him, don't you think?

[keyofimagination]

[God this again?]

It wasn't my choice to deal the punishments in such a manner.

[keyofimagination]

Perhaps, but he can't force you do to anything in the dreamscape. If you just refuse to listen he might give up.

[higitusfigitusmigitusmum]

Hmph.

[Merlin just seems as grumpy as usual.]

[tadaishi]

Nothing really horrible. Just underhanded. He got us both arrested once--him for illegally gambling and me for being an accessory to the crime--and our aunt had to bail us out.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She gives him a reproachful glare.] Fine. But I'm still not taking your word on whether or not to trust this man.

[hallotween]

That doesn't matter. You still did it. You killed him for nothing-- you're just as bad as Preston!

[crosses arms]

And one of these days, somebody is gonna drop something on you, too! [BEGONE THOT]

[tadaishi]

How do you know he's been showing up in our dreams?

[He's speaking for anyone that isn't him; his dreams have been Walt-free.]

[keyofimagination]

Walt may think he's clever, but he's vastly underestimated my own abilities.