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!]

Comments

[sorrydoods]

Alright.

[Soos does as he's told, grabbing the next table and bring it to the doorway.]

Pretty sure someone's just gonna take it down, though. This is kinda he situation where someone might wanna just drink to not think about things, you know?

[sharpasanarrow]

That hardly seems like something that should be encouraged.

[He steps back to survey the room and get a better idea of how to proceed.]

Being trapped in an enclosed space with drunken fools would be a recipe for disaster, besides.

[sorrydoods]

Not really enouraging. Just an idea.

[He thinks about that for a second.]

Yeah, that makes sense. Sometimes people aren't really the best when they're drinking.

[He hasn't had any experience, but he sure can guess.]

[sharpasanarrow]

Drinking our sorrows away will only serve to make us sluggish and mopey. We have to be proactive if we want to help our situation.

[Blocking up the bar is definitely being proactive.]

I hate to think...the rowdiness, the loudness, the wretched sea shanties...

[He shudders at the thought.]

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, that...that makes sense.

[He doesn't want sad drunks. Sad drunks make him sad.]

Okay, I have to ask. What's with you and songs? Like, why can't you stand them and stuff?

[sharpasanarrow]

Have you ever been on a ship, Mr. Ramirez?

[He suddenly sounds incredibly tired when he asks the question, like he's aged several years.]

[sorrydoods]

No, I...can't really say that I have. Why?

[It's story time, isn't it?]

[sharpasanarrow]

[It's story time!]

Well, you can picture it can't you? Out to sea on a vessel with 30-odd other men, water surrounding you on all sides, nowhere else to go until you reach land?

[sorrydoods]

[Oh boy]

That sounds really boring if you don't have much to do. Like, I assume you don't have any entertainment like TV or video games, right?

[Soos, books exist too.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[He has no idea what those things are, so he's just going to shake his head.]

There are some distractions, such as going about your work, or something relatively quiet like a [sober] game of cards.

[He sighs heavily.]

But you know what, instead, they choose to do on this contained, isolated, close-quarters little ship?

[sorrydoods]

Sing?

[sharpasanarrow]

Yes.

[He sighs with contempt.]

An infuriating and inescapable racket day in, day out.

[sorrydoods]

Well, I guess if it happens, like, everyday, I can see how it get annoying. Sorta like if you could only eat candy or other sweet things for the rest of your life. It'd be fun at first, but eventually it'd be more of a hassle.

[Don't tell Mabel he said that]

[sharpasanarrow]

It's bad enough by itself.

[He sighs.]

To have a similar situation in this place would be a new level of torture.

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, I think I can see where you're coming from.

[New note: Never sing around Mr. Arrow cause he compares it to torture.]

So, does the barricade look good?

[It still only consists of two tables, but Arrow might find it satisfactory.]

[sharpasanarrow]

I'm glad someone here has some sense.

[He surveys the structure. It's a little...lacking.]

It's a start. It needs to be taller.

[sorrydoods]

Should I go grab another table? Or should I find something else?

[sharpasanarrow]

Hm.

[He looks around the bar.]

Can you see anything more sturdy?