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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[forgottenfounder]

[After the events of the last day or so, Oswald is definitely in a somber mood when he gets up this morning. Again, he takes to the kitchen today to handle breakfast. Today's treat is flapjacks! He's actually... pretty graceful with them too.

Of course, he ends up wandering to the new section of the hotel after a while, checking out the rooms. He regards the pool for a little while, just standing at the edge, peering into the clear depths of it, hands behind his back. Please don't push him.

But what really catches his attention is... the movie room. You might hear his sound of surprise as he comes across it. Just as soon as he's in here, he's rushing back out towards his room, coming back with a film reel in his arms that only Thalia will probably recognize.

Who wants to watch a cartoon with Oswald? Because that's what he's doing.]

From Beyond

[worldofcolor]

[When Oswald sleeps that night, he'll find himself somewhere else.

It's a small, but cozy Irish Pub. The warmth of the building a stark contrast to the old worn hotel Oswald has lived in these past couple of weeks.

At one of the tables, there is a very familiar man sitting down, seemingly waiting for Oswald with a warm smile on his face.]

It's been a long time, Oswald.

[forgottenfounder]

[Oswald would have rather been anywhere but that hotel, after the dreadful events that befell some of their group. He would rather be waking up in his bed in the Dark Beauty Castle, but even something cozy like this pub puts a tinge on his mood. It's new though, there's that.

...Then, he hears a voice that he hasn't heard for so long, he almost forgot just what it sounded like. But he could never forget that tone, that smile.

The statue on Mean Street really was a nice likeness. He'd done his best to make it so. And now... now, Oswald isn't a mature ruler. He's a confused Toon, standing before his... father. He doesn't even know where to begin, his expression is nothing short of the greatest confusion.]

I-I'm.... dreaming. That's... There's no way...!

[worldofcolor]

[He chuckles lightly, motioning for Oswald to sit next to him.]

You are in fact dreaming, but that doesn't mean none of this is real.

[forgottenfounder]

[He approaches almost cautiously, just a hint of excitement starting to poke through.]

Is it... really you? [He sighs.] I can't be that lucky, can I?

[worldofcolor]

It really is me.

[He suddenly frowns at Oswald, looking a little sorrowful.]

I'm sorry you're in all of this. You never deserved this.

[forgottenfounder]

You... [He trembles slightly. With rage, or sadness, it's hard to say. There he finally is, the guy he hasn't seen in nearly a century, apologizing to him no less. Not for abandoning him to his fate ages ago, but this mess. He felt like hugging him, like crying tears of joy or trying to swipe at him with a fist. This is eating him up inside far too quickly.

...The most he can manage is a harshly released breath as he lifts himself into the seat next to Walt.]

I didn't deserve a lot of things. At least one of those times he was there to clean up his mess.

[worldofcolor]

[He gently rests a hand on Oswald.]

I never wanted any of this to happened to you. If I had my choice, you would have never left. I know this doesn't make up for all the pain you've gone through, but I always loved you, Oswald.

[Walt smiles again.]

But I'm here to help you out. All of you.

[forgottenfounder]

[It doesn't make up for it, not fully, but Oswald doesn't say that. This is just too good to be true. And the hand on his shoulder is comforting enough. Just knowing that Walt was looking out for them was good.

....But nevertheless...]

Help us? It seems like we're stuck really good. This host of ours has us trapped in this 'game' of his.

[worldofcolor]

Yes, the host...

[There is a pause before he continues.]

This isn't the first time this has happened. A little while ago this all happened before with another group of people.

The survivors are staying with me for now, and I'd like to think that I can get you all out too.

[forgottenfounder]

...What?

[That is just enough to knock the other thoughts from Oswald's mind. For the moment, anyway.]

There's... others in this?! So we're not even the first?

[worldofcolor]

I'm afraid not. And if we don't do something soon, it's going to keep happening until...

[He clears his throat.]

But that's why I'm here. I'm afraid I can't do much here yet, but I felt like I needed to let you know that we're going to get you out of here.

[forgottenfounder]

Until there's nothing left? [It's like the menace of the Phantom Blot, but this time, extra personal.

He stands up in his seat. It doesn't give him much height, but it helps get him almost eye-level with Walt? Kind of?]

Wha... what can we do? There's gotta be a way to help before things get any worse!

[worldofcolor]

[He doesn't answer the first question, but he exhales audibly.]

Stay hopeful, and make sure you let everyone else know that help is coming. I hope that knowledge alone will keep everyone's spirits up.

[He turns to Oswald.]

And I have one more think to ask out of you, come to think of it. I promise you, it won't be anything too difficult.

[forgottenfounder]

...I will. I'll make sure everyone knows we need to be careful. [He already promises this much. Walt is finally asking him to do something, and he is definitely not going to let him down.]

Something else? [Oh, well... He nods.] Alright. Whatever it is, you can count on me.

[worldofcolor]

[Walt places both hands on Oswald's shoulder now, a grave look on his face.]

You have to make sure The Narrator never finds out about our conversations.

[forgottenfounder]

I.... [The Narrator... Who was he?

But it doesn't matter, Oswald. He nods quickly, stern faced.]

You can count on me! I'm not gonna tell a soul about this! [...He wavers, just a bit.] But, what about the others?

[worldofcolor]

You can tell everyone else about me, you just have to look out for The Narrator. I know you can do this, Oswald.

[forgottenfounder]

[He feels!! Accomplished already!!!]

Wow! I... I just... Is it really you, Walt?

[worldofcolor]

Of course it's me.

[He laughs.]

Words can't tell you how much I've missed you.

[forgottenfounder]

[Can he... can he hug, Walt. Because he wants to try and hug Walt.]

I've dreamed about this! ...And I guess I still am.

movie room

[nocasetoobig]

[CHIP DOES CHIP WANTS TO WATCH parks ass right here and-]

Hey, waitaminute! Is that you?

[forgottenfounder]

[Heeeee, yessss he gets to watch cartoons with Chip the chipmunk Aaaaaaaaa]

Sure is! I was a star back in the day!

[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]

[forgottenfounder]

...Uh, nope. I'm a Toon. Like a Cartoon Character?

[C'mon, Chip. Get with the program.]