Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week another set of bodies, and now, the guests aren't the only ones dying in this hotel. At this point it seems as though something is attacking the nonguests of this hotel. What's attacking them, however, no one seems to know. But surely you can all find out before more people die, right?

No new floors open up this week, but people will find on Sunday that the locked door on the first floor is now unlocked. It's a good time as any to see what's behind it.

10 guests remain]


[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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[theduck]

[For most of the day, Donald's doing some spring cleaning-- er, well, fall cleaning. Mostly it entails just throwing his belongings out into the hallway. He's not sure if he wants someone to take them (probably better that way, he's accepted he's probably not long for this world) or if he just wants to throw things, but either way, it feels good at the time.

If anyone looks into his room after that point, they might notice that the only things he kept were Reyna's knife and his phone, the latter of which died ages ago due to all the hours of just repeatedly going through the photos. Goofy's map and the letters from Thalia and Belle are both taped up on his wall.

Later in the evening he's in the gym for... several hours, actually, just throwing himself at a punching bag and kicking and punching with wild abandon. He's definitely yelling something at it, but he's so worked up that even if you happen to be proficient in understanding Donald, you probably won't catch anything he's saying. Don't worry about it.]

Hallway

[darnsitall]

[Sally has just returned from cleaning the chapel and as such, is covered head to toe in soot. She wants to clean up, but she's distracted by all of this stuff flying out of Donald's door. She picks up the odd-looking gun and examines it.]

This one looks different from the Narrator's...

[theduck]

Huh?

[Donald pokes his head out from the doorway enough to give it a glance over before shrugging.]

I don't actually know what it does. Didn't exactly think that testing it out was a good idea...

[darnsitall]

[She turns the Moustache-inator over in her hands.]

You know, I've never used a gun before. What do you to make it- [Her fingers slip and pull the trigger as it's pointed directly at Donald.]

[theduck]

[it turns out it was an actual gun and Donald bleeds out in the middle of the doorway

but no, actually, it does exactly what you would expect something called a Moustache-inator to do. never mind the fact that he's a duck and shouldn't actually be able to grow facial hair. logic is meaningless in times such as these.]

HEY!! What do you think you're doing?! [he takes a quick moment to frantically check himself over and make sure he isnt' suddenly full of bullet holes.] You could've killed me!

[darnsitall]

[Sally lowers the gun in surprise, amazed that Donald is not actually dead right now. She doesn't see it at first.]

I didn't mean to! My hand slipped and I....

[She sees it.]

[theduck]

Yeah, well, if we've learned anything here, it's that our hosts don't take 'it was an accident' as an acceptable excuse.

[it's low to bring that up but listen his life just flashed before his eyes]

[darnsitall]

[Sally puts a hand to her mouth. For a brief moment it looks like she's taking Donald's warning to heart, but then her face screws up and she lets out a stifled giggle.]

[theduck]

[And here he thought she was starting to take this whole murder hotel situation seriously.]

Hey! This isn't funny! What if that gun had actually been loaded with bullets, huh?

[darnsitall]

[The giggle turns into a full-on laugh.]

I'm s-sorry, but- your face!

[theduck]

[well now he's just offended]

My face? What's wrong with my face?

[Maybe he'd better check the... bathroom... mirror...

Hm. This is new.]

Wh-- w-what did you do?!

[darnsitall]

I don't know! [oh gosh it looks so silly on him she can't stop laughing.] I think the gun did it!

[theduck]

Th-- the gun? Really?

[That's got to be the most pointless weapon anyone's ever made. He gives it a critical look.]

Sounds like something Uncle Ludwig would make. Let me guess, it doesn't have a reverse setting, does it?

[He Very Much wants to still be upset but honestly he's... just relieved he wasn't actually shot...]

[darnsitall]

I wonder if it works on other things...!

[She points the Moustache-inator at one of the animatronic birds in Donald's room, and fires. Sure enough, it sprouts a handlebar moustache.]

It has a lot of little knobs on it, one of them must be reverse!

[theduck]

If you want to go through every setting on there to find it, be my guest. Just don't point it at me again!

[darnsitall]

What happens if I try this one...?

[She turns one of the knobs and fires it at the animatronic again... and its moustache doubles in size.]

[theduck]

...On second thought, maybe I’ll just find something to shave with.

[darnsitall]

No, no! This is all my fault so I should be the one to fix it!

[She's messing with several buttons and knobs as she speaks, and the device starts to make a strange whining noise.]

[theduck]

[He’s just gonna... go hide behind the other side of his bed. Hopefully out of the blast radius. He narrowly avoided death once in this conversation, he’s not up for it again.]

Well, best of luck with that, then! Hope it works out!

[darnsitall]

Wait, do you hear somethi-

[POW. The gun expels a large beam of moustache-shaped light that cuts a large swath through Donald's room. Amazingly, Sally managed to keep a hold of it until it finally dies down, leaving a trail of moustaches on most of the furniture.]

...I didn't mean for that to happen!

[theduck]

[He waits several long seconds after the explosion clears out before cautiously peeking his head up and then just. Closes his eyes. And slides back down to the floor.

He's going to be lying there for a while.]

You don't think the new guy would be able to clean this up the same way Rod could've, do you.

[He's nice and all, but right now Donald would take Rod and his ability to just banish shit to the Twilight Zone over a relatively useless dad, no questions asked.]

[darnsitall]

[Sally finally puts the gun down]

No, he doesn't seem like he has the kind of powers the Narrator does.

[And she can't resist the urge to touch the facial hair growing on the bedspread.]

...At least they're very well-kept?

[theduck]

He certainly didn't seem to handle the last trial very well.

[but who can blame him]

Well-kept? I don't want to sleep on a bed covered in hair! I don't even want to be in this room!

[Is it against the rules to sleep in the hallway?]

the gym

[forgottenfounder]

[HE is proficient and even Oswald is having trouble. This must be some of that patented Donald Ragetm he's been so famous for.]

You tell em, Donald. [Wooo! Go get them]

[theduck]

Wha'd'ya think I'm doing?!

[He winds up to take another swing and then belatedly realizes that, yes, he'd just responded so someone without really thinking about it. He spares a glance over his shoulder.]

Oh. Uh... sorry. If you want to exercise or something, I can be quieter.