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!}

Comments

[theduck]

What do you mean he came out of the penny press? It's a-- a ghost.

[could it not just. phase through it. isn't that what ghosts do-- YEAH IT IS WHAT THEY DO APPARENTLY because it just came completely out of the wall and its here to kill him]

Don't you think that thing should be on a leash?

[just backing up Very Slowly. of course he's not scared he's just being careful, that's all]

[nocasetoobig]

He says he was stuck in the Twilight Zone.

[CHIP SOUNDS UNAMUSED. Zero, on the other hand, JUST WANTS TO GIVE DONALD A GHOSTLY LICK C'MERE BARK BARK]

I guess putting a coin in helped him get free- and I don't exactly have a leash that'll hold a ghost, you know!

[theduck]

Who isn't?

[it's all Rod ever fucking talked about, at this point he'd be more surprised to hear that someone came from literally anywhere else.

yeah nah he's gonna cling as close to the wall as he can while still attempting to look casual. HE'S HAD ENOUGH GHOSTS THANK YOU VERY MUCH]

Put another coin in, then! Maybe you'll get a ghost leash!

[nocasetoobig]

[Thankfully, Chip can take a hint] Not a dog person, huh?- Hey! Zero! [The ghost looks between him and Donald before emitting another bark and happily floating back towards Chip, who half-raises a hand as though to pet him before re-remembering...ghost.]

I'm all out of 'em!

[Zero, however, will happily place his head under that paw]

[theduck]

More like not a ghost person. And all the dogs in Duckburg walk on two legs— this is just weird.

[He eyes it warily, but luckily it seems to have lost interest in him. Good to know it won’t just be running around completely out of control. He’d probably actually have a heart attack.]

At least it seems to listen to you pretty well.

[nocasetoobig]

Well, for what it's worth, it took some getting used to, either.

...hey, uh. He just sounds like he's barking to you, right? You can't understand him...?

[theduck]

Of course I can't understand him.

...Why?

[nocasetoobig]

I can. I just...wanted to know if you could, too.

[well guess who looks a little disturbed]

[theduck]

...What do you mean you can? What's he saying?

[clearly that's the most important question here]

[nocasetoobig]

Mostly that he can't get through all the walls. Something's blocking him. We're trying to find others, but...

[theduck]

Figures. We finally get a friendly ghost around here and we can't even use him to scout through locked doors and stuff for us.

...We don't have to feed it, do we? Do ghost dogs eat, y'know, souls or something? [he. doesn't know how this works.]