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]

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[athleticallyinclined]

Or...

[ Now he leans forward, pointing accusingly. You can't fool him, badger. ]

...You don't know.

[tanukey]

Or-

[He takes a second to physically haul himself up on the table. He's not getting talked down to in two senses at the same time.]

YOU'RE just afraid to put your money where your mouth is, meathead.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Shit the badger's on the table

He leans back, a little alarmed, but doesn't retreat. ]

You realize there's nothing to buy here.

[tanukey]

Yeah, and? Just means you'll have to use a little imagination. I know that's probably a foreign concept to you.

[He folds his arms, growling.]

So lemme ask you again, NOODLES. Are. You. Willing. To bet on it.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Slowly, Gaston stands, so he once again towers over Rocket. ]

My name is Gaston.

[tanukey]

Oh, sorry, is that a sore spot, Noodles?

[Standing up. Well played, Gaston.]

How's about we make that part of the stakes, then? If I'm full of it, I'll call you gassy or whatever the hell you want, no argument.

[athleticallyinclined]

Gaston.

[ God it's like he's easy to rile up or something?? He glares hatefully at Rocket. ]

And when I prove you wrong, I get to hunt you for sport.

[ that's a fair trade right ]

[tanukey]

[Rocket snorts.]

You get to TRY, you mean.

[He is... more than likely underestimating Gaston's chances, given the terrain.]

And when I'M proven right, I get that-

[He points at the cassette tape.]

And... you drink an entire glass of vinegar. In front of as many of us as possible.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Always with the vinegar. Gaston rolls his eyes. ]

You're not a very imaginative lot, are you?

You have a deal.

[tanukey]

If you want, you could have to do everything Beast tells you for a day instead. That imaginative enough for ya?

[Don't mess with the classics, Gaston.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He sneers, making a noise of contempt. ]

The creature wouldn't know what to do with the chance.