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

[nachosquire]

[Marco's cheeks flush a little bit with that compliment, and he excitedly pulls a nacho out of the bowl for a good demonstration to the poor space princess who's never seen one before.]

Nachos are an experience, Miss Leia.

[He holds the cup up, to the sky as his eyes sparkle.]

The crispy, salty tortilla chips covered in the delectable cheese sauce that drips like molten gold. It's the perfect blend of crunchy, savory, spicy bliss.

[is he crying]

[hasit]

An experience, huh.

[Alright, you've got her attention. She watches him lift that chip like it's some ancient religious artifact, and she has to admit...it looks good, in a junk-food kind of way.


Is he okay.]

Well, you've got me sold.

[nachosquire]

[is he ever okay]

After you, then!

[Marco shoves his chip into his mouth, and pushes the bowl towards her.]

[hasit]

Alright, alright.

[Pushing back her long sleeve, Leia reaches into the bowl and scoops up a chip laden down with cheese and all sorts of good-looking toppings. She pops it in her mouth and chews thoughtfully.]

...Well. Spicier than I'm used to, admittedly, but that is surprisingly good.

[and she goes in for another!]

[nachosquire]

[The fact that she's going for another tells Marco he did good, and his grin widens a bit excitedly.]

Thanks! I wasn't sure if the chips would taste any good since I usually use pre-made ones, but I'm glad they turned out okay.

[And he'll take another for himself, too.]

So they don't have nachos in the Galactic Republic?

[hasit]

[It's worth trying new things if it makes one of these poor kids smile. Leia chuckles, shaking her head.]

No, afraid not. This would be considered quite the delicacy, where I come from.

[nachosquire]

I am so sorry.

[The teen shakes his head solemnly.]

I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like living in a world without nachos.

[hasit]

[Leia snorts, and shakes her head.]

I scraped by somehow. It's a miracle I lived this long.

[nachosquire]

It truly is.

[Marco takes another chip, and chomps away.]

What kind of food do you have in your dimension if you don't have nachos?

[hasit]

Well, lots of things. So many fruits and vegetables, all from different planets. From what I can tell, we have a lot of the same general categories of food as you Earthlings, but the dishes you all eat are where the biggest difference lies.

[nachosquire]

Huh.

[If Marco looks a little disappointed, it's because he was totally expecting Leia to tell him about really Weird food.]

So you just use the same ingredients differently, then?

[hasit]

Well, I wouldn't say the same. After all, we certainly don't have 'bananas' in my galaxy, and I've been told that milk in most places is white, not blue.

[nachosquire]

.........blue milk?

[How could you even drink milk that was blue.. that sounds Gross even though its literally just a colour change]

Does it taste any different than white milk?

[hasit]

Oh, yes. Your 'cow' milk is a lot blander than Bantha milk. It's fine, don't get me wrong, but it's just not quite the same.