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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[faciliheir]

[oh cool is the monster killing someone early-- no it's just louis. freaking out over something. normal occurrence.]

I'd ask if you'd seen a mouse or something, but that's not exactly a weird thing here. [oh no where did the shadow go it's suddenly not here]

[bayoublues]

Th-Th-There was a s-shadow! And a v-v-voodoo doll! Came right outta that th-there machine! They're gonna k-k-kill me!!!

[Both of his gator paws are covering his eyes and he's trembling like a leaf. It's like he forgets he has teeth sometimes.]

[faciliheir]

Why would you worry about any of that when it's way more likely one of the others is gonna kill you? Priorities.

[she sees the doll-- man, there sure are a lot of different ones in that thing... no sign of any shadows. she wonders whose it is, hopes against hope it isn't... nope. there it is. flittering to her side, mirroring her cross-armed stance.]

You can relax, Louis. It's just mine. [unfortunately]

[bayoublues]

[look he didnt come here to be criticized]

Your...your s-shadow? [He peeks between his fingers to look around.] How does a shadow get into the slot m--

Right. Magic. Nevermind. But how do you take a shadow in the first place?

[faciliheir]

I mean, probably magic for that one, too? Or maybe a really sharp pair of scissors. [y'know either or.

sighs, frustrated.] The fact that I've had to get all my stuff with other people's help is making this place feel weirdly like an Opal thing.

[bayoublues]

...Right.

[He's just. Not going to question that. And carefully begin climbing down from the table.]

What does a gemstone have to do with any of this? Wait, wait--don't tell me. The name of a friend of yours?

[faciliheir]

Definitely not a friend. [bitterly] Me and my friends went all the way into the swamp to have her mom break a curse-- she wasn't home, but Opal was. She just told us some dumb stuff and sent us off.

[and then she solved the problem herself BUT THAT WAS TERRIBLE SHE DIDN'T WANT TO]

[bayoublues]

Oh. Oh jeez, that's bad. Why didn't she help you guys? 'Cus you were 'villains', or whatever?

[Like...logically, if her mom knew what to do then she would probably also know what to do???]

[faciliheir]

Oh, no, nothing like that-- I was actually with two Auradonian kids, then. [she's using friend as shorthand for the It's Complicated status updates she has with. everyone.] She even made fun of Ally for calling her a villain, just 'cause she does voodoo... But, no, it's all about figuring out your own problems so you "learn a lesson" or something. Just as bad as fairies, sometimes.

[bayoublues]

Huh. That's weird. Once I met an old voodoo lady that was like that...real cryptic about everything. Sang a song about my friends' troubles but didn't even do anythin' about me.

[SHRUGS]

But I guess...it didn't matter? I dunno. It's somethin' about the nature of voodoo, maybe, inclinin' you to talk in riddles and stuff.

[faciliheir]

If there'd been a song, I probably would've thrown a fit right then and there.

It really is! They think 'cause they've talked to all kinds of spirits, they know everything there is to know about everything. [except when your birthday is, natch.] It kinda bites, honestly. I'd pretty much given up even thinking about voodoo, let alone actually doing it, before I ended up here.

[bayoublues]

[don't tell freddie but louis is rather relieved she doesn't do voodoo anymore]

Really? What made you wanna stop? Just didn't feel like it anymore?

[faciliheir]

The price of it, is just... It's really easy to get in over your head real quick. It almost wrecked everything I'd built up for myself in Auradon, and for what? [in the end, nothing. because it took everything back, with interest.]

And I don't want that kinda life, you know? I want to be my own person. I've always wanted that.

[bayoublues]

[Louis nods slowly. He can't say that he can relate, but...he definitely feels quite a bit of sympathy for her.]

So here you are now, livin' it up, being as independent as you can be. That's an admirable goal, and you're makin' the best out of it. Not many people can claim the same.

[faciliheir]

I was. Or at least I thought I was. [rueful laugh] But, yeah, I'm doing a great job being seen by people as anything other than "the Shadowman's Daughter." Just making some great progress on that life goal.

[bayoublues]

Well, if all else fails, you can just divert questions 'bout your lineage. Sort of like...

[He raises his voice to a falsetto.]

'Hey, you're name's Facilier. You do voodoo?'

[He then deepens it to a gruff tone.]

'What's your name?'

'Smith.'

'Cool. You gonna make me a sword?'

[faciliheir]

[snort] If only that'd work at school... I almost got away with it in the Bayou, the second and probably last time I ever went there. Then Ally went and spilled the beans, and, well... I mean, I probably wouldn't wanna be friends with a group of people who thought "beating up this group of teenage girls 'cause one of them is related to somebody who did me wrong" was a great idea in the first place?

[but. y'know know. it still majorly hurt.]

[bayoublues]

[He pats her on the shoulder, trying to comfort her.]

Sometimes, you just get those sorta people in life, and you gotta deal with 'em. And you know what? You just gotta prove 'em wrong about everythin' they blame you for! And maybe intimidatin' them a little might help.

Like, look at me! I'm a successful jazz gator, even though humans have tried to shoot me countless times!

[Forced laughter ensues.]

[faciliheir]

[considers this sound advice]

... So, I should shoot people? [she thinks this is the moral of the story.]

[bayoublues]

...

That. Is. Definitely not what I meant for you to take away from that. Please do not shoot people! It kills them! Permanently! Or, if it doesn't kill them, it makes 'em bleed out for a very long and painful death!

But you can always punch them I guess. Lightly. Veeery gently.

[faciliheir]

Oh, good, 'cause I have literally no idea how to shoot a gun. Punching I can do, though!

[OKAY NOW THIS IS DEFINITELY THE MORAL]

[bayoublues]

You got it! I...wouldn't normally recommend punchin' a PERSON really hard. Maybe just like. Punch the wall or smash a plate to intimidate them.

[note to self: do not give freddie any guns]

[faciliheir]

[she'd shoot a finger off or something awful tbh]

I've always been pretty good at glaring at people hard enough for them to leave me alone, but adults are a bit harder to scare than fellow VKs.

[bayoublues]

Hm. Adults are a tough one to crack. Too bad you don't have teeth like me--you'd have 'em runnin' in no time!

Maybe you could growl. Dunno if you wanna do that, though.

[faciliheir]

A good evil laugh might work better than that, and I'm already pretty good at those.