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.]

[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY]

Comments

[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.]