Week 4

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Three more people are dead. Unlike last time, the murder was a complete misunderstanding, and could have been prevented. Walt is trying to find a way out, but it's starting to keep up hope.  Maybe Walt will have a plan this week and we can all put this behind us. 

On Sunday morning, the guests will find that the stairs in the ballroom are now unlocked, leading to an entire new floor! There's even a spa room to unwind and forget about the horrible deaths.

18 guests remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in This week's activity check by 10/25 @ 1PM EST!}

Comments

Sunday

[grimgrinningghosts]

Monday

[grimgrinningghosts]

Tuesday

[grimgrinningghosts]

Wednesday

[grimgrinningghosts]

Thursday

[grimgrinningghosts]

MOTIVE: Person or Persons Unknown

[keyofimagination]

[You should all be familiar with this routine now. The Narrator is once again in the library on Tuesday, but this time he has a box full of envelopes.]

Already numbers here are vastly dwindling in this hotel. However, my benefactor has decided to up the stakes after last week’s case, since despite her best efforts, Tina never scared anyone enough to kill someone off. So they’ve decided to go in a more… meaningful direction this week.

[He gestures to the box full of envelopes.]

Inside each of these envelopes there’s a picture of someone dear to each one of you, be it a relative, a friend, or a mentor.

[There is a thoughtful pause as The Narrator looks at the box.]

There’s another catch. If no less than three people die by friday, well…

I can’t imagine anything good happening to them.

[And with that he’s gone. Each envelope has names of every living guest written on it, and, true to The Narrator’s words, has a candid photograph of the character’s loved one(s).]

[nocasetoobig]

[Chip is having his very first hangover! By which we mean he's in his room most of Saturday, but you can check on him if you want.

Sunday, after getting an actual shower (by which we mean climbing up to the sink, turning it on, then hanging out there for a bit before finishing and drying himself off) he's going to be fairly subdued, but over the course of the day, seem a little more and more like his old self. By which we mean he fairly quickly notices the new rooms, and ends up mostly in the crafting area. And also doing some laps between it and his own room, taking a bunch of things with him - red string, just to start with, but other colors, too, papers, wooden dowels-

Look, when you're small, you learn to improvise. This room is basically allowing him to treat his goddamn room like his goddamn room. IT'S TIME TO FUCKING BUILD, YO]

Crafting

[coulombslaw]

I had no idea chipmunks could be so crafty.

[Mostly because he supposes it'd be hard to be crafty without opposable thumbs. You're so lucky you have some, Chip]

[coulombslaw]

[The crafting room gets Virgil's attention. All these tools...well, they're for drawing and other arts. But maybe they can be of use]

Hallways

Okay, that's Virgil lugging the television from his room to the crafting room. It looks like he's not having an easy time]

I really...shouldn't have skipped arm day. I should have exercised more!

[He grunts while he's struggling. He never realized how much he depended on his power to lift stuff until he didn't have it anymore.

Once he is at the crafting room he gets to work. He managed to dismantle the television, the pieces are strewn on the table. Virgil has a lot of stuff with him, like brushes, chisels, and other miscellaneous stuff. Looks like he's trying to improvise, messing with the inner workings of the television.

It does look like he knows what he's doing, but what are the odds he'll be successful? Zero, unfortunately. He simply doesn't have the right tools or materials]

crafting

[darthfanboy]

What sort of junk are you gathering here.

[and here's fuckboy]

Craft room

[darnsitall]

[HOW WAS SHE NOT THE FIRST ONE HERE... well whatever she's in paradise now and oh hey there's Virgil!]

Oooh, what are you making?

hallways

[sentree]

[ ...Oh, Virgil, hello there- Thalia sees him struggling and immediately walks on over, lending a hand on keeping it steady. ]

Want some help?

[nocasetoobig]

[pfft]

Well, if you've got a little bit, I could sure use someone tall to help me with it!

[nocasetoobig]

[rude dude. Chip looks up from the little sled he's crafting to take more per load]

Not all of us have everything our size, you know! Some of us have been improvising for the past couple of weeks, and it's about time I got some tools to work with!

[grimgrinningghosts]

[No matter what Virgil ends up doing with the TV set today, he will wake up the next morning with it completely repaired and in its usual place, with a small note stuck to it.

Do not dismantle the television sets under any circumstances. - The Narrator]

[darthfanboy]

And here I thought you were just building a nest.

[nocasetoobig]

No more than you plug in to the wall. [looks can be deceiving, now, can't they]

of course, there's always MY way

[hallotween]

[Monday morning, everyone will find a note pushed under their door.

PLEASE COME TO MY PARTY
lots of fun games and food
in the chapel
this afternoon
love, Marnie

[well, gosh, how could you say no to that?

upon arriving at the chapel, it doesn't seem like there is much set up for a party-- but, hey, it is pretty dark in here. even the hostess doesn't seem to be around yet.

once everyone is inside, everything goes pretty fast: Marnie crawls out from underneath a pew, and there is a slam as the door shuts and Marnie magically pushes the pew against it. she stands up on the pew, hands on her hips, looking down at everyone with a serious and somewhat smug expression.]

It's been a whole entire month since we got here, and now six of us are dead. Why? [rhetorical question] Because we're all too busy fighting each other to fight against the person we should actually be mad at-- the Narrator!

[she takes some small papers with tape on them out of her pockets-- they're name tags, one for each person.]

It's time for everybody to start getting along-- and how can we do that if we don't know the first thing about each other? If you can finish one round of twenty questions without trying to physically or verbally fight your partner, you can leave. If you don't... [TRAILS OFF MEANINGFULLY

well. better settle in, then. this might take a while.]

[darthfanboy]

The difference is that rodents build nests.

[darthfanboy]

...I will strangle you.

[hallotween]

[sing-song] That's not a question!

[here kylo you can have your name tag first it's even spelled correctly even though she wanted so badly to write kyle]

[darthfanboy]

[...just gonna walk over and try to push this fuckin pew away from the door]

[nocasetoobig]

Um, Marnie, I'm not sure that's the way to make us get along...

[like, he gets the feeling, but...]

[hallotween]

Oh, no you don't! [THROWS HER BODY ACROSS THE PEW like their strengths are in any way comparable] You need this more than anybody else here! Stop being such a scaredy-cat!

[hallotween]

[gravely] It's the only way.

C'mon, Chip, I worked really hard on this! [like a half hour to make the name tags and notes and then three solid hours hiding under a pew and giggling.] Pleaaaaaase?