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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dining room

[bayoublues]

[hello soos i hope you're ready to see a gigantic fucking alligator sitting in the kitchen

Louis is digging through the cans in the pantry, trying to see if there's anything he can eat here besides vegetables. Some soup would be nice. The supply has been a little depleted from that goat man from yesterday, but (thankfully) there's still enough for Louis to scrounge. It would sure be helpful if he could actually cook.

He mutters to himself, throwing a few cans over his shoulder and not realizing Soos is there.]

Who in their right mind would need this many beans and tomatoes?!

[sorrydoods]

[Are you kidding he had a nice chat (or whatever you'd call it) with said winged-bipedal-goat-man. A talking alligator isn't that much in comparison.]

Yo, dude. You need some help there? I could help you find something you like if you want.

[bayoublues]

[He jumps a little at the voice, turning to see a guy in a hat behind him. Hm. Relatively harmless looking. Was this the Jesus guy?]

Yeah, that'd be helpful. Alligators don't really cook, y'know, but a guy's still gotta eat. You that Jesus fella?

[sorrydoods]

[Okay, before anything else, he's gotta laugh at that name.]

No, dude, it's Jesus, with an h sound instead of a j. Most people call me Soos, though.

As for food, I'm pretty sure there's plenty of stuff in there that doesn't need to be cooked. Let me have look in there and I'm sure I'll find something.

[bayoublues]

Hay-soos? Well, that makes a lot more sense! I thought Jesus had like, died or something.

[That's what he gathered about human religion, at least?]

Nice to meet you, Soos. I'm Louis--Lou, if you'd like. Give me a sec....

[He digs a little more into the back of the pantry, putting aside a few things he might like--canned sausages, canned ravioli, and some canned peaches.]

Looks like they also got...baking stuff, but I dunno how to use those.

[sorrydoods]

Hmmm...let me get a little look.

[And he proceeds to get one as he starts looking in there as well. There's plenty of things he'd like, but Louis seems like he might be a bit picky.]

Well, there's some stuff you might like, like some cereal if you want it.

[Guess what kind]

[bayoublues]

[:^)]

Cereal? [He pokes his head around to inspect it.] Cheerios, huh? Always wanted to try this stuff!

[He carefully opens the tabs and peers inside before pouring them into his mouth. His expression turns quizzical as he eats.]

Crunchy! I like it. Doesn't have a lot of flavor, though. Hey, you want some?

[sorrydoods]

Yeah! Thanks dog-er, alligator. Just wait a sec.

[He grabs a spoon from a drawer and a bowl from a cupboard before returning to the pantry.]

Alright, now I'm ready.

[bayoublues]

Oooh, gettin' fancy here, aren't we?

[Gators think everything is fancy. He pours as many Cheerios that can fit in Soos's bowl--and then pats it down and adds a little more.]

There! That should do it.

[He proceeds to grab a fistful of dry cereal and shove it into his mouth. what the hell is milk]

[sorrydoods]

[Soos has no idea, as he just eats the cereal as is.]

Thanks dude! Nice to get a simple little meal sometimes, you know?

[bayoublues]

That's for sure! Human food sure is good.

Hey, you know I found interesting? Jell-O is made from boiled hooves and bones. I thought humans hated eatin' that stuff, but apparently people'll eat anythin' with sugar! Who would've thought?

[louis]

[sorrydoods]

[...]

Well, kinda wish I could forget that, but yeah, I guess that's pretty funny.

[If he starts laughing it's only because the other option is crying.]

[bayoublues]

[: ^ )]

The things humans come up with. Next thing, you'll start seein' people walkin' around with phones in their pockets!

[Casually munches on some more cereal before taking a can of peaches and combining the two--without the can. A healthy and complete breakfast!]

[sorrydoods]

[...Soos is so tempted to blow his mind, but now may not be the best time.]

Oh, can I have some of that? Looks kinda tasty.

[bayoublues]

Sure! Here you go.

[Louis carefully plops a few slices of peach on Soos's cereal. Slorp. He finishes up his box of cereal and places it on the counter-top, going through the pantry to find any other tasty snacks.]

Ooh. They've got dried pasta here. The fancy bow-tie lookin' ones, as well. Hey, d'you think we could make tomato sauce or somethin' from those canned tomatoes?

[sorrydoods]

Thanks!

[He gets a couple bites in. Sweet and sort of honey flavored!]

I don't see why we couldn't. I think that's what they're there for, after all.

[bayoublues]

Oh, yes! Okay! You boil the pasta, I'll do the sauce!

[Has he made tomato sauce before? No. Has he ever cooked anything before? No, technically, but he has learned how to chop onions, and he's going to darn well try.

He's seen Tiana make it before--can't be that hard, can it? He's just going to double check with Soos.]

Uh...just wonderin', uh, I'm used to a...different type of tomato sauce than people usually have. Mind remindin' me what the ingredients are?

[Smooth, Louis. Smooth.]

[sorrydoods]

Sure thing dude!

[He grabs a pot and a bag of pasta, opening the latter up and pouring it into the former. He then brings it over to the sink get some water in it.

Hearing Louis' question, he can't help but pause for a second.]

Just tomatoes, I think. Don't know how different they would be, but-

[Shrug]

[bayoublues]

Okay! Then just tomatoes it is.

[This will be fine. Yeah. He takes out one or two cans of tomatoes and opens them out, plopping their contents into a pot. He then takes his hand and mashes them up.

Now it's tomato sauce!]

Hm. Looks okay to me. How's the pasta goin'?

[sorrydoods]

[While Louis is doing that, that pot gets filled halfway (what Soos thinks is a good height) and then placed on the stove. The stove gets turned on and is starting boil when Louis asks that question.]

Not done yet, almost ready to start getting cooked, though.

[bayoublues]

[Makes an a-okay sign.]

Nice! I think I have to throw this on the stove for a few minutes. Then it'll be done!

[He places the pot on another burner and turns on the heat. Wow! Who knew making pasta with tomato sauce was this easy?]

[sorrydoods]

[Meanwhile, the pot with water has started boiling, and Soos is able to open up the bag of pasta and pour some of it in the pot. As it starts to cook, he starts to remember something.]

Oh, wait a second.

[He goes in the pantry again, rummages around in there for a couple of seconds, before coming out with a little spice bottle 'oregano' and offers it to Louis.]

This stuff is usually pasta sauce too, I think.

[bayoublues]

Oh! Thank you. [He squints at the label, trying his best to read it.] Oregon...o. Oregon-oh. Okay!

[He proceeds to dump the entire thing into the sauce. More is better, right? He takes a spoon and stirs the whole thing before turning off the flame.]

Looks good to me!

[He's only seen like three whole pasta sauces in his life.]

[sorrydoods]

[Yeah like he knows how much should go in one of pot of tomato sauce]

Same here!

[He looks over the pasta and pulls out a utensil from a drawer that he remembers Abuelita using at one point whenever she makes spaghetti. He lifts some of the pasta out and, finding it satisfactory, grabs another bowl out of a cupboard and put some of it in the bowl.]

You think they look good?

[bayoublues]

[Glances at the spaghetti. Glances at the tomato sauce.]

Looks great to me! You think people'll like it?

[He takes the spoon and tastes a little bit of the sauce--before immediately making a face.]

......That's. Strong.