...afterparty?

[grimgrinningghosts]

[So, eventually, you all get on the elevator. Eventually, you all head down to the ground floor.

Only this time, something is off.

...it smells like something's burning.]

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[nocasetoobig]

...uh...

[GUYS?!??!]

[theduck]

As if we haven't been through enough today.

[HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE this whole place can burn with them in it at this point]

[stenchus_rodentus]

...this wouldn't have happened if you just let me serve alcohol.

[But OH GOD he needs to see if his cat is alright.]

Feliiiica? Is this your doing...?

[forgottenfounder]

Oh for Jiminy's sake...

[Oswald grumbles and cups his hands over his mouth, calling out.]

Witches? Did you do this!

[nocasetoobig]

Alcohol's flammable, Ratigan.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[No response from your cat, Ratigan.

It smells like it's coming from the third floor.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

...

[For the first time Ratigan doesn't seem so jovial.]

Felicia...come to daddy....

[NERVOUS LAUGH. Better start heading there!!!]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Smoke is billowing out from the chapel.]

[hallotween]

... Josh, really?

[nocasetoobig]

[!!!!]

Zero! Here, boy!

[He's not worried ABOUT the ghost but maybe ghost dog scout??]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[OH.

OKAY. That's clearly not a satanic omen.

Ratigan immediately tries peering through the fire as he calls out again.]

You wretched cat, if this is your doing I'll...

...I may need water.

[forgottenfounder]

[OKAY this still might be the witches, but Oswald is both brave, and rather selfless.

He's rushing in. Or at least to the doorway.]

[darnsitall]

[heeeey guess who's hanging back just a little bit

If you guessed the traumatized sack of dry leaves you'd be right]

[hallotween]

Don't worry, Sally. We can hide in the pool if it spreads. [with her eel minions that she has now she guesses]

[theduck]

...Maybe you should stay in the hallway. Really far down the hallway.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thankfully, much of the fire has subsided. It seems as though a lot of the chapel has burned, though all the religious texts and artifacts seem to be untouched. In fact, it seems as though the fire as thankfully subsided. Save for the middle of the room.

In the middle of the chapel, large piles of firewood have been placed decoratively. There are three poles standing upright in the middle of them all, each with a body tied and attached to them. Three all together. The fire has died down quite a bit, but it continues to burn despite the charred skin and bones of each body clearly speaking to their individual demises.

There's not a whole lot left of them to to confirm who they are. But I think you know.]

[lusito]

Excuse you, who said I did anything?

[hi Marnie we are right next to you]

[hallotween]

... [swoons]

[yourghosthost]

[...]

If it's not too much to ask, I would...like to request that I stay in one of your rooms tonight. Not out in the open.

[lusito]

[well since we are standing here I guess we'll catch her??]

[forgottenfounder]

[Oswald is



completely dumbfounded.]

Wha... But, and the... Why? What's the point in doing that?! They weren't even causing any trouble!

[mostly, but]

[hallotween]

[thanks josh you're a pal.]

I-It's... It's a witch burning...

[darnsitall]

I wouldn't mind.

[she doesn't particularly want to be alone tonight either.]

[theduck]

...But you're a ghost.

[like. can you even die. and clearly that's the most important thing to be questioning right now]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[SIGH of relief. Ratigan is gonna...take a seat.]

Oh praise God, it's not my big baby.

[Just some witches. Not like that didn't happen in Britain a lot.]