Week 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[A whole week has come and gone. To the who, unknown to all the guests, are currently watching this, they would know by now that things are about to get much worse from here. However, to the guests, this might seem like a good sign. Even with all the questionable people already debating murder (I'm looking at you Hiro), no one has done it yet. Maybe everyone can find a way out of here without resorting to violence and murder?

... Look, we can dream, can't we?

30 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

[OOC: Week 2 is live! Starting each week from now on, there will be an investigation each Friday with a trial each Saturday! And due to the nature of this week's motive, we already have details regarding the event for those who need it.

Your first Activity Check is also live which will be due 1/17/18 @ 1 PM EST. Besides that, feel free to submit any applicable threads to the slot machine for regains!]

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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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[bayoublues]

[Well, one week has passed without much incident, which gives Louis a slight glimmer of hope. Maybe, though some miracle, they can all cooperate and somehow find a way out of here?

Anyway, Louis is spending most of his morning in the casino, cashing in his coins at the slot machine. He's seen some other people get back some of their own stuff--he hopes to get his trumpet, hopefully. The restaurant poster is especially nostalgic, but he doesn't see much of a use for the rest of the items he recieves. And then--]

How in the hell did they fit an entire bathtub in there?!

[He's not going to dwell on it for long, though. He later acquires some bowls (and a bottle of Tabasco sauce) from the dining room to serve up some pipin' hot gumbo. If you want, you can come in and grab some, or take some of Louis's stuff.]

Dining Room

[bestchefinparis]

[Something smells good! Rémy is brought to the dining room because he's pretty hungry, his whiskers are trembling]

Now that's quality stuff, I haven't seen it myself yet but just from the smell--

[He's on the dining table, approaching one of the bowls, when he notices a familiar book over there]

That book! Where did you find it?

[hasit]

[Sunday morning finds Leia in the kitchen. In between making coffee and toast, enough to go around for anyone passing through, she's rifling through the cupboards. Some of the food items are familiar to her, but many things, especially in the refrigerator, have her utterly baffled as to what they could be. Particularly the produce; none of it is familiar to her, and very few things are similar enough to the produce she's used to that she can draw a comparison. Round red fruit that's weirdly savory when she takes a bite? Long yellow thing with a rubbery skin and mushy insides?

But the weirdest thing is the milk. She knows that's what it is, it's printed right on the carton, but when she pours some into her coffee...]

White milk? What did they do to it?!

[bestchefinparis]

[One week has passed and it doesn't seem like much has changed. Rémy has already kind of settled in a routine, making food for everyone. Every day you are likely to find something you'll like, and Rémy is more than glad to do whatever you ask in the kitchen.

It helps him stay calm, after all.

Then there are the times he's not cooking, which are...much less fulfilling.

Sometimes they're spent in the casino. He is there, rolling the chips around and making towers with them, or playing solitaire -- very badly, because he doesn't know the rules very well. Watching him scurrying on the table, holding a card slightly bigger than him, is a bit entertaining, at least.

Other times he's at the foyer. The music from the bios is kind of nice, for the most part, but the song in his bio is the one that gets the most attention. One: it's in French, and therefore it makes him a bit nostalgic. Two...]

I don't know why or how, but it almost feels like this song really is about me!

[It's the lyrics, yeah]

[bestchefinparis]

...nothing? It's supposed to be white.

[The comment comes from the top of the fridge, there is Rémy, peering around the kitchen from that high spot]

[hasit]

[Leia glances around for a moment for the source of the voice, and then finally glances upward and spies the rat perched atop the fridge.]

That's normal, where you come from? Are the Banthas ill?

[Leia you're not making any sense.]

[bayoublues]

You like it? Gumbo's one of my favorite dishes--

[He pauses, tilting his head and looking down at the book. He had flipped through it a little, but the instructions had made his head spin and he resorted to just looking at the yummy pictures.]

Oh, it came outta the slot machine in the casino. Dunno how it fit in there, but, then again... [He gestures to the bathtub.] Do you want it?

[faciliheir]

Man, I never actually try that stuff when I was in the swamp! I have to--

[MENTAL RECORDSCRACH.MP3]

... I. Burned those. Ages ago. [her hand almost touches the shadow cards, but pulls back at the last second, like she's worried what will happen.] Did these come out of the machine?

[bayoublues]

Yessssssssssss?

[He stares at the cards for a moment. What's so scary about a bunch of cards? Well, besides the fact that she seems to have destroyed them before and here they are now. So that's sorta creepy.]

Why, what's special about these?

[astronomics]

[ A week has passed now, and Jyn has been... relatively standoffish the whole week, but she's not exactly worried about that. The concerning thing is still how she's alive when everyone else, she assumes... isn't. It's starting to get to her by now, how Cassian and Bohdi and all the others just...

To clear her mind of all that, she takes a few tokens out to the slot machine and gets... oh. There's a creepy doll in there too, but she doesn't seem to notice, electing instead to just kind of... sit nearby for a while, holding a jacket and a cane. ]

...

[ She doesn't really know what to say, it seems. ]

[faciliheir]

[Freddie has, all her life, been very much a gambling girl. so, when she finally gets some coins that look like they'll work on the slot machine, she's in front of it first thing in the morning.

and, well. it's a good haul. very good, if she may say so herself.

so obviously she's wearing the prince outfit, because wearing the same clothes every day for a week is terrible and she looks cute as hell in it. other than that, the only thing she's bringing out of her room is the plate of beignets.

so, today she's in the dining room, sitting in front of the plate with a look of tension and anxiety. does she eat them all at once, shoving literally the entirety plate in her mouth, but then having none after that? or does she savor them, which has the unfortunate side effect of not getting to eat them all at once immediately and also maybe somebody will steal them and she'll get none? how is she supposed to deal with this level of uncertainty?

she's been here like 35 minutes.]

[faciliheir]

Well, they can literally ruin your life, if you're not careful with 'em. [well shit she should. probably pick them up before anyone else does. at least she doesn't think she feels anything when she does. maybe they don't work here...?] You've never seen shadow cards before?

[bayoublues]

Not personally, no. I try to stay away from any shadowy business as much as possible. Also, I don't have much to give...or want.

[Gators live a simple life.]

Well, it's a good thing you're takin' 'em--you're the only one who knows how to use 'em. Gumbo? There's more than enough for everyone.

[He offers her a heaping bowlful.]

[faciliheir]

[god she's pretty sure she could watch this old lady be confused by a banana for hours.]

Do they not have fruit wherever you're from? [she supposes she could happen she didn't realize bananas weren't supposed to be black for like the first eight years of her life.]

[faciliheir]

That must be really nice. [not wanting things would've solved like 99% of the problems in her life.] I'd say, "I wanna be a gator," but that's kinda missing the point.

I'll probably just burn 'em again, if I ever get around to it... [and of fuckin' course she takes that bowl. and also the tabasco which you better have multiples of because she's making this shit like Maleficent-levels of hot.] It's not worth somebody going and selling their soul by accident or something.

dining room

[psychopinesis]

What is this stuff?

[He's familiar with American cuisine to an extent, but only passingly familiar with anything from France. Or French-inspired.]

Dining Room

[not_over_yet]

[ Why is she so ill at ease with a plate of food. Basil runs through the possibilities that occur to him, but none quite seem to fit the situation. He decides to hang back and wait to see what she does next.

...After a good 5 minutes of nothing whatsoever, her concerned indecision starts to become a bit. Well. Worrying, frankly. ]

Miss Facilier...?

[ Are the pastries hypnotic or something, what is this. ]

[faciliheir]

Huh? [oh there's someone here she'd forgotten those existed.] Yeah, what's up? Something happen?

[bayoublues]

Well, hey, bein' a gator ain't so bad. You don't have to do anythin' and you can just sit in the sun all day. Just gotta watch out for hunters and stuff.

D'you think your-- [He stops himself.] --our host'll let you do that? 'Cuz there's like, no windows here for the smoke to go.

[faciliheir]

Ugh, hunters. [remembering getting caught in those traps... her lips quirk a bit.] That's something you gotta worry about here, too.

I'd like to see him try. They're mine; I can do whatever I want with my own stuff. [HES NOT HER wait shit] And they didn't make too much smoke, the last time I did it. 'Course, that was in a fireplace... At the end of the day, it's just paper. I promise I won't burn this place down around us or anything, though. I mean, not on purpose.