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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[sharpasanarrow]

[He doesn't really think that anyone should really be looking to have fun here, but...]

There are...quieter recreational activities.

[bayoublues]

[no such thing as quiet when you're with a gator. except maybe swimming]

Like what? Board games? If you ask me, they do nothin' but increase tension between people--at least, that's what I've seen. And we don't want any of that, what with what Mr. Shadowman said yesterday about...about...well, y'know.

[sharpasanarrow]

If I recall, there is a library here. That should avoid conflict.

[He ponders more options.]

There could be recreational value in kitchen work. Peeling potatoes, perhaps. Oh, but that would require supervision and knife safety training, hm...

[bayoublues]

Bookshelves are pretty dangerous. What if one topples over on someone while they're trying to find a book, huh?

[Hm. Now, cooking--that's not a bad idea. But Louis would never agree with Mr. No-Fun-Allowed here. So he huffs and crosses his arms.]

Knives. Someone could steal them.

[sharpasanarrow]

[This place is a greater health & safety nightmare than he had anticipated.]

Perhaps we could enforce a rule to only take books out from the lower shelves, to reduce the risk of that happening.

[He has a ready answer to the knife problem.]

We take an inventory of all sharp utensils, and note who goes into the kitchens and check inventory afterwards.

[bayoublues]

That's boring, though. What if there's a book you reaaaally like on the top shelf? You ain't gonna stop 'em from getting it, are you?

Huh. I guess that would work. [He pauses, mulling it over.] I still don't see what's so bad about singin', though. It's not like it hurts anyone.

[sharpasanarrow]

Yes. We shouldn't be here for too long, anyway. It should hardly matter.

[He stares at Louis.]

It hurts me.

[bayoublues]

Huh? How?

[Louis tilts his head, looking him over.]

You don't look like you even have ears.

[sharpasanarrow]

I have faith that we'll find some means of escape.

Rest assured, I can hear you.

[Rude.]

[bayoublues]

Yeah. Hopefully we'll all just wake up and this'll all be a bad dream, right?

...Does that mean no singing, still? Not even a teensy bit? What about playing instruments?

[sharpasanarrow]

It seems an unfortunate reality. [Maybe a little too bleak...] But there has to be a way out...that doesn't involve murder.

No music of any sort.

[bayoublues]

[Too bad, because now Louis is going to mock him in a sing-songy voice--]

♫ No mu-sic of an-y sort! ♫

[Just you try and stop him, Mr. Arrow.]

[sharpasanarrow]

Mr.Ruth you are violating rule number twelve!

[He looks up at the huge gator, and puffs up a little in an attempt to look more intimidating.]

I advise you stop this at once.

[bayoublues]

♫ We will stop this at once! ♫

[fuck you let him sing!]

[sharpasanarrow]

This is not funny.

[bayoublues]

♫ Oh I hope this is fu-nnyyyyyyyyyyyy! ♫

[Leans over Mr. Arrow in a slightly menacing manner]

[sharpasanarrow]

Right, I'm leaving.

[bayoublues]

♪ He's lea-ving....... ♪

♫ He came into our lives, but now he's lea-ving.... ♫

[Pats him on the head a little harder than he normally would.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[The pat on the head is enough to dislodge his hat, which just makes him grumpier.

He pushes Louis away as he tries to escape, all the while grumbling in protest.]