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

[downtonabbeast]

[Lord in heaven, that sure is some kind of music coming from Rocket's room. Beast nudges open the door a bit more to peek inside. On his shoulder there's some kind of fur bird nestled comfortably but still with a haunted look in it's overlarge eyes.]

Is this jazz?

[tanukey]

It's called rock, I think. Don't ask me why.

[And spotting the porg in three, two...]

...okay is the puffball new, or has it always been there and I somehow didn't notice.

[downtonabbeast]

He's new. [The porg tilts it's head at Rocket and makes an inquisitive noise.] He ran up to me in the hallway earlier today and now absolutely refuses to let me be.

[tanukey]

Makes sense, if it was lookin' for someplace safe. You're about the closest thing to a brick wall we got here.

[He considers for a second.]

'side from Gaston's head, anyway.

[downtonabbeast]

You hear that, Monsieur? Luck is in your favor. [...are they going to become friends based solely on dunking on Gaston? Signs point to probably. He grins a bit, snickering under his breath.]

What are you working on, if I may ask?