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

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.

[sharpasanarrow]

The-- the national guard?

[stanbyme]

[He lets the story hang for a full beat, and then laughs.]

Nah, I'm just messin' with you!

[sharpasanarrow]

[Oh, good. He can breathe again.]

Mr. Pines, it would be best not to tell lies.