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

[bestchefinparis]

[Oh, right. Rémy looks sheepish]

Right, I guess I'm used to speed in restaurants. Sorry. I'll get you something good!

[Walnut pate en croute, to be exact, because that's fancy and has nuts. Bistro levels of fancy! After washing his paws again, he gets to work, frying onion, celery, the walnuts...he really knows what he's doing, and despite using a knife three times bigger than him, he's using it with expertise. Looks like being a rat doesn't stop him from being competent]

I haven't done one of these in some time! I hope you'll like it, my clients kept coming back for it when it was on the menu.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No probbo, bobbo! This whole place takes some getting used to.

[She'll watch in interest as he cooks, pretty fascinated all things considered. She knows some useful squirrels, but their cooking interests are pretty limited all things considered. Remy seems to know his beans]

Sounds pretty darn promising! I haven't had anything fancy since... well, ever, I guess!

[da Costa probably treated her once to a big meal, but... well, she doesn't think that quite counts.]

[bestchefinparis]

Then this is going to be good for you. You'll see, it'll be great!

[He sounds pretty darn confident about it. The end result doesn't look too fancy, but it's pretty good!]

It's done! I think you'll like it.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Eyyy!

[She's gonna go ahead and gobble that up. It wasn't like she was expecting it to be bad, but she's still impressed, throwing up a thumbs up as she munches down.]

[bestchefinparis]

[The wordless praise is more than enough for him. Still, better try to match the face to a name!

...

...he can't remember the name, but something about her brings something to mind]

You're the squirrel girl, right? Fighting for squirrel kind!

[Well the tail is kind of a dead giveaway, Rémy]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She gulps it down with a satisfied grin.]

That's me! Friendly neighborhood squirrel girl, giving my squirrel buds a helping hand.

[bestchefinparis]

You look more human than squirrel.

[It's...a tad puzzling, if he had to be completely honest about that]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Well, yes, but I also have partially squirrel blood. So that's a thing.

[bestchefinparis]

Sorry, how does that work? Squirrels and humans are...um, a bit different.

[Can a human even take enough blood from a squirrel without killing it? Squirrels aren't known for being large, you know! Yeah, that's a bit of a morbid way to think about that]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Shrugs!]

It just does, honestly. Can't help with what you're born with.