Week 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well, someone took the bait last week, and now two people (if either of them could really be called a person) are dead. Not only that, it seems like your first host is now out of commission and replaced by someone who claims to be The Phantom. While he may not be incredibly worse than Facilier yet, it would be a stretch to say he's an improvement.

But, things aren't all bad! When the guests wake up on Sunday, they will find the stairs in the foyer are now open, leading to a whole new floor to explore!

And there's booze so no one will have to drink vinegar anymore.

28 guests remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

[OOC: and don't forget to fill out this week's activity check!]

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[stanbyme]

[Stan makes breakfast on Monday morning again, the same as last time. The weekend was... well, it was rough.

So rough, he even spares everyone the sight of him in his underwear this time, wearing his plain t-shirt and jeans.

After leaving enough food for everyone, he goes to the billiards room.]

Been a long time since I've been allowed near one of these.

[bestchefinparis]

Why? It's just a billiards room.

[Did you get banned from one or something, Stan?

[stanbyme]

I used to hustle pool for cash, back when I was younger and better at the big doe-eyed rube look.

[bestchefinparis]

[A hustler...huh]

Maybe you still can do that doe-eyed look.

[Don't ask for ridiculous things, Rémy]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Are you sure you're alone, Stanley? It almost sounds like you can hear voices from where you're standing:

"In all of the universe, you are perhaps the only one who has matched my power. My views. All that I am, I wish to give to you."

"Your desire weakens you. Is that not obvious?"]

[stanbyme]

[Does it sound like the voices are talking to him or is it more like there's a movie playing somewhere that he can't see.

...Either way he's going to mess with the volume on his hearing aid.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well, that's at least going to make the two voices become much more clear.

Strangely, they sound like they're in the room with you, even if they're...not.

"My desire strengthens me, does it not? The drive to improve oneself, to improve for another. To conquer for them. Tell me what I must do. For while I enjoy your company as an ally...as a unit, we could become the new gods of these worlds."

"A tempting offer, one of companionship. An escape from a grotesque and foolish dream. But to believe yourself level to me, Thanos, is a mistake."

"You are my better, Maleficent. Allow me the honor of your companionship."]

[stanbyme]

Somebody leave their soaps on or something? Get a room!

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Wow, thanks, Stan! That's just gonna cut out now.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Well that's delightfully vague and full of legal implications!

[stanbyme]

Don't sweat it, kid. It was all a misunderstandin'.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Ah, one of those "heroes forget to communicate and fight each other" incidents. I getcha, oldie.

[stanbyme]

Yeah, sure, we'll go with that.

You know how to play?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

The basics. I only really play when its free in the student lounge and I feel like it.

[scrapplinghook]

[Mabel has been a bit of a little pink shadow to Stan since the trial, only disappearing when she or him go bother other people. So she follows him in, and when she sees him eyeing the table, she doesn't hesitate to run over.]

Hey hey, Grunkle Stan!! You should teach me how to play!

[stanbyme]

Of course, Pumpkin. Grab a cue and come on over.

[As he racks up the balls, he looks at her very seriously.]

Now, rule number one of playin' pool - even once you know how to play, you always pretend like you don't.

[scrapplinghook]

Oh, so it's just like poker!

[Good job teaching all this gambling stuff to the small child under your care, Stan. As he sets the balls up, Mabel skips over and grabs two pool cues feom the rack by the wall.]

Do you gotta keep your face straight all the time too?

[stanbyme]

[He looks around for something for her to stand on, and kicks a step stool over so she can reach the table better.]

Nah, for this one you can really turn up the charm. You'll be great, sweetie.

I bet you've seen people play pool on TV before. Where they get a piece of chalk and rub it on the tip of the cue.

Billiards Room

[sharpasanarrow]

What do you mean by that, Mr. Pines?

[stanbyme]

Oh, it was horrible. Just- blood and pool balls flyin' everywhere. Somebody lost an eye and we just picked it up and started usin' it for the cue ball. A thousand dead, more than five thousand injured. Took out the entire eastern seaboard.

[Totally dead ass.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[As Stan details the horrors of his last billiards game, Arrow's beak parts in fear and horror little by little.]

That's quite...impressive.

[He cautiously attempts eye contact.]

How were you caught?

[stanbyme]

I wasn't.

A lucky scratch brought down the national guard helicopter, and I escaped in the explosion.

Billiards Room

[tanukey]

Legally speaking or did every place individually kick you out?

[stanbyme]

Eh, I guess it's a bit of an exaggeration. Only bar in Gravity Falls with pool was also frequented by guys whose biceps were the size of my head, and I ended up doing well enough for myself I didn't wanna risk getting caught in a hustle.

I will say that there's probably a few bars I still ain't welcome in, even in states without active warrants.

[tanukey]

[That gets a snorting laugh.]

Youshould check out Knowhere sometime. Sounds like it'd be your kinda place.