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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[hasit]

[She wasn't meaning to sound judgmental, honestly. She was mostly just surprised that Stan's parents would name their near-identical twin boys near-identical names as well. Luke and Leia are alliterative, sure, but they don't have the same root name. She hesitates, for a moment, and shakes her head.]

—but they've got character, you know. Not every Jev and Rowam can say that.

[It's clear by the tone of her voice that Jev and Rowam are very common names in her galaxy.

She glances over when he sits down beside her, and gives him a cautious, sidelong glance.]

Cred for your thoughts?

[stanbyme]

[The first swing at the realization that they're on two different branches of the conversation whiffs him completely.

The second, when he's sitting next to her and she's giving him a look, hits him hard enough to smack him dumb for a moment. He doesn't blush, but he gets a little flustered, looking away from her and down to his hands, which are folded between his knees.]

Nah, it's nothin'.

[And then he laughs, quietly.]

You know what would've happened if we'd both decided we wanted 'Stan' for a nickname? Chaos. We'd've had to fight for it.

[hasit]

[At first when she'd met Stan, she'd been...less than impressed. He seemed like no good, a little more crass than she was used to anymore. But the more she talks to him, the more he seems...Sweet.

And the more she needs to remind herself that it isn't wise to get attached.

Leia chuckles.]

Now that's a fight I'd lay money on. If you brother's built anywhere near like you, at least.

[What? She's middle-aged, not blind.]

[stanbyme]

[Honestly she should've trusted her first impression But there's a good heart under there. Under... all of that. Deep. Deep down.

He preens a little.]

If we fought now, that'd be worth betting on. As kids, though? He was a scrawny nerd, I would'a taken him easy.

[He loves his brother.]

[hasit]

I'm sure you'd never have taken advantage of that, you old dog.

[She gives him a mischievous grin; she'd bet money that the opposite was true.]

[stanbyme]

[Shit, his stomach does a flip-flop at that mischievous grin.]

What kinda younger twin would I have been if I didn't?

[hasit]

[That makes her pause for a moment.]

...You know, I never found out whether Luke or I was born first. But since I'm the only one left...I'm going to go ahead and stake my claim as the older twin.