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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Comments

[faciliheir]

It's fine, I guess. Singing's nice, at least.

Light-lyric soprano. Not too bad of a range for a two-man band. [thinks...] How are you at beatboxing?

[bayoublues]

I dunno what beatboxin' is, but I'm okay at eefing or scatting. Is that the same thing?

[An idea hits him, and Louis grins mischeviously.]

I say our first concert should take place outside of Mr. Arrow's room. What do you say to that?

[faciliheir]

It's about the same thing; using your voice to make a beat for everybody.

[... oh this. this is wicked. she loves it.]

You know, that's just what that guy needs to loosen him up! He's probably just never heard good music before back in Stuffy Birdland.

[bayoublues]

Oh, then I can definitely provide that!

[He's used to being someone who carries the main line, but it's nice to diversify a bit.]

Should we ask other people to come 'round and participate, too? y'know, power in numbers and all that. Or was that safety in numbers? It might also help us get our minds off of this dreary place. Alligators don't need to follow no stupid rules about no singing, and neither should anyone else.

[faciliheir]

Nothing quite brings people together like getting back at bullies.

[someone: makes a rule
freddie: I WAS ASSAULTED]

How do we recruit without him finding out, though? He's all over any signs anybody puts up; that'd ruin the whole surprise!

[bayoublues]

Hmmmmm....

[Louis scratches his chin, mulling this over. This is probably the most he's ever schemed in his life.]

If we can't put up any signs, then we'll just have to use word of mouth. It's easier to keep secrets if ya don't write 'em down. If we bump into anyone, we'll just tell 'em about it and make it abundantly clear that it's a surprise for Mr. Arrow. Plus, we could distract him, if we really needed to.

[breaking the rules....sneakily.]

[faciliheir]

I'm thinking we keep two stories: the truth, for all the people who would probably jump at an opportunity to make Arrow mad [so like rocket], and the not-truth, for all the goody-two-shoes types [like idk, kim] Maybe convince them we're doing this to open up his heart or some junk like that.

[bayoublues]

Oooh. That's devious. I love it.

Let's say we gather the troops tomorrow, and we meet...Saturday? We might wanna practice sometime, too.

[faciliheir]

What can I say? They kept us all on that island for a reason.

[she grins, and gives a little salute.] Aye aye, Captain! Might wanna rehearse sometime at night; he probably goes to bed early. [like a LAME-O]

[bayoublues]

[Louis snickers before assuming a serious expression. He stands up straight and puts his hand out, making a beak-like shape with it. He opens and closes his hand like a puppet as he talks.] 'I'm Mr. Arrow and I hate fun. I eat plain oatmeal every morning at 6 am and I go to bed at 6 pm like an old man. Blah blah blah blah.'

[faciliheir]

[so basically most laughing freddie ever does is solidly in the categories of A. mocking, B. evil, or C. evil mocking. this, though? genuine, rather surprised regular ol' laughter.]

Classic! You know, if you ever wanna branch out of just music, you'd definitely have a future in vaudeville.

[bayoublues]

[He considers the prospect for a moment, visualizing an alligator in a top hat and suit.]

I can see it, I can see it! Performing is my life, after all.

So, you got any idea on what kinda song we wanna do?