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]

[Oh boy!]

Of course I know Mabel! She's one of my best friends back from Gravity Falls! And I'm sure she'll wanna join!

And why not have Freddie too? If she can play instruments, and she's willing, I don't see why we shouldn't have her.

[bayoublues]

Must be nice to have someone you know around--where's Gravity Falls, by the way? [Please don't say it's another planet. There's enough weirdness with Leia and Jyn.]

Oooh! That's a great idea! I'll round 'em up tomorrow, see if they're interested in joinin' up. Or, if you wanna, you can talk to Mabel, I guess? She seemed like she needed some distraction after the...the whole trial thing. It might keep her mind from dwellin' on it again.

[sorrydoods]

It's in Oregon. Don't worry, I'm not from another planet or something.

[Soos, stop reading minds.]

And, sure, I'll talk to Mabel. It...it would be a good distraction from what's going on, probably.

[You may notice he's not mentioning his feelings on her being here. Will you pry?]

[bayoublues]

Ooh, Oregon. Lotta nice woods and stuff out there, I hear. And gold, but I reckon that's all been dug up.

[>INVESTIGATE]

Sounds good to me. I mean, I can't even imagine how hard this is on the kids...'specially since there are so many of them. And...lord, this week was just so much. I can't imagine what you're goin' through, though, since the people you know are here....

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, I think it's all been dug up.

Yeah, it...it really sucks, to be honest. I talked with Mabel after the trial and...I don't think there was anything I could really say to cheer her up at the moment.

[It's never a good thing when he can't cheer someone up.]

[bayoublues]

[....]

Listen, I ain't exactly qualified to dish advice 'bout this sorta stuff, but sometimes there's just nothin' you can do 'cept stay with 'em while they sort out their feelings. Just be there for them in any way you can. Gators don't really grieve too much, but...my friend told me that's the way to go about it.

[sorrydoods]

...You know, I think I might try that. I usually try being that guy that tries to cheer people up and make them happy they're feeling bad, but I've never really tried doing something like that. Maybe it'll work out.

So...thanks, dude.

[He offers a fist to bump. Don't leave him hanging.]

[bayoublues]

No problem, man. Just tryin' to help out in any way I can.

[Why is Soos pointing his fist at him. Does he...does he want a punch? He's going to stare at the fist for a moment before grabbing it with both hands and grinning. This is probably what he wants right?]

Yeah!

[sorrydoods]

[...right. 1920s alligator. He forgot about that for a second.]

It's a fist bump, dude. You bump your fist into my fist.

[Please don't try to break his hand]

[bayoublues]

Oh! Okay.

[He curls his left hand into a fist before lightly tapping it against Soos's fist. His expression looks like someone just opened up a whole new world to him.]

Fist bump! Heck yeah!!!

[sorrydoods]

There go dude!

[Well, now he's gonna have this look on his face for the rest of the day, knowing he introduced the fist bump to an alligator from the past.]