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]

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Comments

[astronomics]

Mm... well, wherever she is now, she's in good company.

[ There must be a special place reserved for martyrs, she imagines, even if they all return to the Force. ]

There's a few drinks from our galaxy here, if this place wasn't confusing enough. Some rums, tihaar if you're looking for that sort of thing...

[hasit]

True enough.

[She doesn't mention the lightsaber, even though she could. It'd be relevant. But she and Jyn are in the same transport; they've both experienced massive personal loss, and recently. Jyn had the other members of Rogue One; Leia had Han, and Amilyn, and Luke. It's all still fresh.

Glancing up, she looks mildly impressed.]

You know, I wasn't, but now I am.

[She gets up and circles around to the other side of the bar, looking through the bottles with interest.]

[astronomics]

[ There's a space reserved for martyrs, and she isn't-

This place keeps giving her time to dwell on that. ]

They must have gathered some from everyone's worlds.

[hasit]

[mmmMMM no it's fine!

Leia pulls out a bottle of Nabooian whiskey. Might as well have a drink in her mother's honor. Carefully, she pours herself a glass.]

I'm not going to complain about that. They collected people, why not liquor?