Week 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Five deaths in one week, and almost half of the guests have died now. The Narrator is now claiming that the man who's trying to save all the guests is a cold-hearted killer, and he doesn't seem to be lying about this. But on the other hand, that doesn't explain why he continues to do any of this, or if he's even an entirely good guy here.

Whether you like it or not, tension is becoming unusually high in this hotel now.

But hey, at least you get a nice new floor to tide you over.

13 guests remain]

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{ooc: Don't forget to fill in this week's Activity Check! The deadline is 11/01 @ 1 PM EST!}

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[greatwidesomewhere]

[She waits patiently, stirring eggs and putting more toast in the toaster slots, and when Tadashi comes back she forces herself to keep her back turned for a long moment, steeling herself so she doesn't burst into tears at the sight of the thing. When she does turn, it's slowly, and she lets her breath rush out of her at an even pace.]

Thank you. Thank you so much. It's just as I remembered it...it's so hard to believe it's real.

[tadaishi]

[He'd much prefer if she didn't burst into tears, as he's better at comforting crying children than crying adults. Or older teenagers, whichever.]

No problem. If you don't mind me asking...do you know why that one petal hangs on?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She places a cautious hand on the glass bell, as if assuring herself that it's real.]

It's...something of an hourglass. A measure of time, connected to a curse. When the last petal falls...the time is up, and the curse becomes permanent.

[tadaishi]

Oh, gotcha. It looks like the countdown for the curse is paused, if that last petal won't fall. Or else they fall very slowly...?

[He's probably looking at this magic rose too scientifically, but he can't help it.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

They fall slowly, but...

[She shakes her head.]

It already fell. Right before I woke up here. I don't understand how it could have been undone.