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

[goofy_er]

[Well, Saturday was absolutely awful and emotionally exhausting. Maybe Sunday will be better.

Goofy's currently in the kitchen baking all sorts of cookies, trying to take his mind off of everything. Although, when the cookies are done they're completely burnt.

So if anyone wants Goofy's absolutely shitty cookies come and get them.]

kitchen

[fairlypushy]

[She came in here to get food and is instead greeted with . . . this . . .]

Um. I think your cookies are burning?

[goofy_er]

Are they? They look fine to me..... I think.

[He doesn't have any clue what he's doing and also he hasn't even TRIED one of his creations yet.]

[fairlypushy]

. . . Have you tasted one yet? Because these look, um. A little overdone?

[She doesn't want to straight up insult one of the Fab Five but also, like. Those cookies don't look good.]

[goofy_er]

I sure haven't!

[He's just outright admitting it. However, he does take a bite of one and starts coughing it up. Went down the wrong pipe, but also it's absolutely disgusting.]

G-Gawrsh, these taste awful... An' here I thought they seemed perfectly good.

[fairlypushy]

It's okay, nobody makes good cookies the first time around! [She saw a lot of kitchen failures in her time as an Imagineer in Training.] I can teach you, if you want? We can make cookies for everyone.

[goofy_er]

Ahyuck! That sounds good to me!

[He grabs all the baking supplies again. Time for round two of cookie baking! This time with someone who knows what she's doing.]

[fairlypushy]

The basic idea for cookies is you want three parts flour to two parts fat and one part sugar. [She remembers that much from baking class.] So three cups of flour, two sticks of butter, and one cup of sugar is a good base to start with - of course you usually need baking power, vanilla extract, eggs, and salt too!

But if you just remember three of flour, two of fat, and one of sugar you can't go too wrong.

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[forgottenfounder]

[....He thought he smelled something.]

Uh... Goofy? Everything alright in here?

[goofy_er]

Sure is!

[And yet he's surrounded by smoke.]

I'm just bakin' some cookies! Want one?

[forgottenfounder]

Uh...

[Is there.... a window he can open?? Hello??]

Sure, Goofy - but, why don't we take a break from baking, alright?

[theduck]

[When Donald comes running in, he's pretty sure the entire hotel is getting burnt down (or. someone got burned alive. both are very likely), so he's a weird mixture of relieved and annoyed when he sees it's just Goofy (of COURSE it's Goofy) and his terrible cookie disasters.]

Seriously? I hope you're not expecting anyone to actually eat these!

[Luckily he's got that folded-up map from the penny press, and he waves it over the burnt cookies to try and disperse some of the smoke.]

[goofy_er]

Well, o' course I'm expectin' people to eat them. They've gotta be delicious! I followed the recipe and everythin'!

[He holds up a plate of disgusting burnt cookies in front of Donald's face. He also notices the map Donald has... It looks familiar, but he can't really tell with the way it's all folded up. ]

Dunno why you'd assume otherwise.

[theduck]

They're burnt! You might as well have made charcoal!

[GET THOSE AWAY FROM HIM]

Have you tried eating one yet?

[goofy_er]

I-- Well, No..... I haven't tried any o' them yet...
I was planning to have some once they're all done! Got about five more batches to go!

[and all of those will also be burnt to a crisp too]

[theduck]

[heavy sigh.]

Y'know what? Fine. Let me know how those batches go. But I think you should really be the first to taste-test them when they're done.

[he's just going to Supervise so he moves over to a clean counter and unfolds the map to keep studying it. obviously it means something, and maybe that something can help them escape somehow?]

[goofy_er]

Why don't YOU taste test 'em with me then?

[Goofy's currently just throwing in random ingredients. He's TRYING but also he's not really trying. He has no idea what he's doing.

Though, he looks over at Donald from time to time while he's busy putting the dividing the cookie dough onto sheets to go into the oven, curious about what the duck's doing with the map.]

Whatcha got there?

[theduck]

I'm allergic. Sorry.

[He doesn't even want to know what ingredients are going into those cookies.]

Oh, I got this map from the penny press! Look, it's probably pointing at where we are. [He stabs a finger down on Los Angeles.] But there's all these other places on the route, too, so I'm thinking it might be something to help us get out of here!

[goofy_er]

Well, gawrsh.. That's too bad! You're gonna be missin' out on some good cookies!

[Goofy puts the mystery cookies into the oven and heads over to Donald. Though... Something immediately stands out. This map is his. He recognizes the writing on the corner of the map.]

I dunno, Donald, that looks more like me an' my son's roadtrip plans from a few years back.

[coulombslaw]

More cookies? Neat!

[Virgil approaches and takes a better look at the cookies. Huh...]

...uh, have you made cookies ever before?

[darnsitall]

[youtried.jpg

Of course, Sally isn't one to discourage someone else's cooking, so she's going to crunch one anyway.]

...They've got a very smoky flavor!

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[sneezelikeakitten]

[Goofy, you might be an awful cook, but kids love cookies. Dipper ventures to try one that's cooled, chewing it a while before swallowing.]

... Not any worse than what Stan can make.

[Meaning they are passable to a child's palate and he'll eat a few more.]

[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?

[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?

[greatwidesomewhere]

...Oh!

[Oh. So that wasn't on purpose.

She debates turning him down, but...]

Why not? [She doesn't have to finish the whole thing.]

Are they...meant to be that color?