Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well that was a busy day, huh? But despite all that, a good majority of you are reasonable people, and are smart enough to find an escape without resorting to deadly violence. Maybe if you put your heads together, you'll find a way to get out of here! After all, the host is practically in shambles already, what can he do?

The whole first floor of the manor is open for your leasure now, with the only change being that there's now a set of rules in the foyer hanging on the wall.

Let the games begin.]

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[bestchefinparis]

[Right, the human custom of a handshake. Better try to move that finger up and down -- and kinda managing to, at least]

Rémy! Rémy...uh... [No last name. Everyone keeps saying their last names and it feels inadequate to not add anything else. Since he wants to give a good impression he blurts the very first thing he can think of adding] ...from Paris!

[stanbyme]

[Stan offers a little bit of shaking, as much as you can shake hands with your pinky anyway.]

Ahh yeah, Paris. I been there once, back in the seventies.

[bestchefinparis]

The...seventies?

[That's like ancient history for a rat. What, ten generations back? He can't even imagine how things were back then]

[stanbyme]

Hey, some of us old guys used to be young guys once. All the way back in... [He pauses, but when the year doesn't come easy to him he makes a whuff sound.] Ah, well, the year ain't important anyway.