Week 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[...So that was a mess. All of it was a mess, and things don't look to be improving any time soon. With tensions at an all-time high and conditions worsened, it seems pretty safe to say that this whole week promises a great deal of foreboding atmosphere.

But, hey, things aren't entirely bad. Just as Randall promised, you're now able to leave the Manor! 

Just don't stay out there for too long. There's still a lot of you, and you just can't afford to lose numbers.

24 guests remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

[OOC: and don't forget to fill out this week's activity check!]

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SUNDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[angelgoatdemon]

[He hasn't shown his face after the trial much, Lekmet's been stress-cooking as many meals as he can enough to feed the household and more.

There was no going to bed anytime soon and when he's done in the kitchen, he can be found in the foyer, placing new painted portraits of the deceased. He's had time last week to do at least half of the mansion's residents, but never accounted for it to be displayed this way. Tributes to their fallen.

As soon as he figured there was a way out, aka. an actual goddamned door in the room that wasn't there before, he gunned it. Might as well scout the area and get some fresh air outside. Only, outside was a lot worse. It's so cold...

He kept circling the mansion anyway, feeling someone or something was out there, talking? Whispering?]

outside

[pinkflip]

[ Kim's dreamed of being out in the sun and smelling the fresh air again. This is...very much not that. The snap of cold shocks her, but she tries to keep walking, at least a little, ending up staying within sight of the mansion.

It's so dark. Too dark to see far, but...she can kind of hear something, wings flapping above her... ]

Hello? Who's up there?

[bayoublues]

[Oh thank god they can finally GO OUTSIDE he hasn't seen the sun in WEEKS and--

Oh. Oh. He drops to his knees, staring into the darkness. It's cold. He can't stay out here for long. He hears something--someone?--out there, and can't help but calling out.]

H-Hello?

[sorrydoods]

[OH THANK GOD AN EXIT NOW THEY CAN ESCA-oh

Soos shivers as a cold breeze runs over him. He's starting to wish he was in that other outfit, the one Kim gave him that was from the slot machine.

Instead, he's out here I the cold, wearing shorts, a short sleeved t-shirt, and not even any shoes. Only socks.

But wait, what is that noise he hears coming from above?]

Uh, hello? Wh-who's there?

Outside

[tanukey]

...Well this is just about the creepiest dang thing I ever did see.

I am Groot.

Yeah, uh- stay close.

[bestchefinparis]

[Randall had said they could go outside. Rémy never believed not even for a moment that Randy would free them, but he did want some fresh air, even if it was in the yard of the manor.

He didn't expect a big, cold void. He barely stepped outside before deciding to not risk anything. Back inside! And try to ignore the fact they're completely trapped in some kind of eldritch dimension!

Rémy never checked the artist's studio for long, mainly because pretty much everything there is too large for him to use. Now that there's no useful new locations, he has to look for something to do. He has grabbed a crayon and drawn some shapes on a canvas. It...doesn't seem to be anything recognizable. Yeah, he can't draw well without seeing how someone else draws exactly what he wants to draw]

Maybe this'd go better if I used paint.

[He looks around, a bit helpless. There's paint over there, and a brush, but he's not sure if this'll work...it'll be messy if he does anything, right?

He also hangs out in the billiards room, having managed to take a few billiards ball to the table and rolling them around. Billiards is supposed to be played with a billiards cue, but yeah, he can't use those due to his size. So all there's right now is a rat running on the table, pushing the balls as strongly as he can and trying to get them into the pockets.

He's far from being a good pool player, but at least this is a way to exercise]

billiards room

[bayoublues]

[Louis has sort of been wandering aimlessly around after he found out that the 'outside' Randall had promised was really just an endless void of darkness and cold. As he passes through the billiards room, he catches sight of the balls rolling by themselves and stops.

Oh, it's just Remy. He walks up to the table, curious.]

I take it rats don't play billiards much.

art room

[upgradeit]

Hey, Remy. [He came in here to grab something, but it looks like Remy's having trouble so he pauses and walks over.] Whatcha up to?

[faciliheir]

[so obviously Freddie is going outside. her entire life is weirdness; surely nothing out there will be enough to bother her. so first she's at the door, crossing her arms and... glaring at her shadow. who is basically just cowering against the wall and refusing to budge.]

Oh, come on! You big baby. Who's ever had a shadow that's afraid of shadows? [but it refuses to budge, so she reckons she's going out there alone.

before she leaves for her walk, she stops at the door, examining the messages with a frown.] ... Claudette's dad was here, too. [this place is just stuffed with alternate reality Isle folks.

later on, during the dead of the night, anyone who happens to walk past the portrait gallery will see Freddie once again holed up in the portrait gallery-- except this time, she seems to be having a lot less fun. she has every flashlight she could find, turned on and pointed in every direction possible, flooding the room in light to the point where darkness is near impossible. in fact, you may be attracted to the room by noticing her shadow pacing the walls near the doorway, frequently pausing at the edge with what may look like concern.

she's just sitting there. holding a flashlight. staring forward.]

Portrait Gallery

[bestchefinparis]

[It's not everyday you see a shadow looking so concerned and...unattached to anything. Rémy looks around, expecting to see who it belongs to, and sees no one. Maybe inside the portrait room?

Oh. There's someone there. It's Freddie, sitting in the middle of the portrait gallery with a bunch of flashlights. That's not too bad, he supposes]

You're not going to stay sitting there the entire night, right?

portrait gallery

[pinkflip]

[ Well, Kim's working on hanging some signs in the foyer, so naturally she walks by and...what's that? ]

Hello? Uh- Freddie's...shadow? [ yeah guess who she sees first ] What's going on?

Portrait Gallery

[sorrydoods]

[...well, time to make sure Freddie hasn't completely lost her mind.

Soos is just gonna knock on the door and make sure she is in there.]

Uh, Freddie? Are you...are you okay?

Portrait Gallery

[tanukey]

...the heck is this?

I am Groot?

Later that night

[fantasmick]

[So after those hallucinations Freddie had today, maybe waking up that night in a strange white void isn't the greatest comfort in the world.

Especially when she starts hearing an unfamiliar voice calling out to her.]

Hello, can you hear me?

[pinkflip]

[ "You'll be able to leave," Randall said. Oh, well, it really isn't that simple.

Kimberly's kind of jumpy today, but it's nothing she can't get over. In the afternoon, she finds herself in the music room, nervously strumming a guitar. Playing to...relax herself, it seems?

Later on, toward the evening, Kim's putting up signs in the foyer, next to the door to the outside. They read as such: ]

Do not spend a long time outside! It is freezing and dangerous. Please take caution if you're going to explore.

[ ...Yeah, guess who didn't have a fun time earlier today. ]

How's that look, Saba?

[ Hanging on her belt, hesitating a moment: ] I believe it's straight, but Ms. Hart, I'm afraid to say I might be crooked.

...Oops.

Foyer

[bestchefinparis]

Is there even anything outside?

[Rémy didn't dare to go further than the door threshold. He knows there's ground, but other than that...well it just doesn't look like a good place to be at]

Later that night....

[fantasmick]

[Well Kim may be jumpy but eventually she's got to sleep that night, right?

And when she does, she will see a good new friend!]

Kim! Glad to see you're still alive!

[hasit]

[Unlike the others, Leia's in no state to be trying to fight her way through all that awful darkness and get out of here. After all, if five+ others have figured out it's a waste of time, she's in no state to be the sixth. So instead, she parks herself in the dining room with a whole carafe of coffee and a mug next to her, with her notebook spread in front of her. She's trying to brainstorm a strategy to keep any more deaths from happening, to get them all out of here, but so far she's succeeded in writing down all of nothing except for some absent doodles and crossed-out words. Her head's just not in it right now. So she drinks down her coffee and stares into space, trying hard not to feel like she's surpassed her effectiveness as a leader. First the Resistance, now this...

Later, she can be found in Room 8 with the door open; she's sitting in front of the mirror with her hair freshly washed, trying out what looks like an extremely complicated braided hairstyle. She figured it would be a good distraction from all the confusion and sadness of yesterday evening, and you can only wear the same hairstyle so many times before it gets old. If anyone with long enough hair wanders in, they're liable to get the same treatment if they can sit still long enough.]

[stanbyme]

[He's just checking on her, he tells himself. It'll still be a couple of hours before he has to track down Mabel and wrangle her to bed, so he has time to make sure that Leia's alright.

He almost knocks on her open door to signal to her that he's there, but she's so intent on the complicated braid that she's working on that he doesn't want to startle her. Watching her do it makes him realize just how much hair she really has. Even when he let it down to keep her from lying on her hairpins when she was asleep, he'd been too busy focusing on other things to notice how long her hair was.

Absently, his hand comes up to tug at the trademark Pines curls that are long enough to brush his shoulders now, after a few months at sea and a month in here. His stubble has taken a step past scruff and is well on its way to becoming a beard, without a razor to keep it in line. Or scissors, at this point. Or a weedwhacker.

Watching her fingers twist her long hair into a complex weave, he feels... Scruffy. Clumsy. Slow. Unrefined, in comparison. He leans against the doorframe, and it creaks at the pressure, signaling his presence. If she turns quick enough, she might even get to see the fond look on his face before it disappears.]

dining room

[astronomics]

[ hi mom it's jyn she's here to sit across from u with her own cup of oh my god it's just coffee george lucas calm down caf ]

Writing something?

room 8

[pinkflip]

[ At least with the party gone, Kim's been able to get a little sleep, but with the whole...outside everything, she's still pretty frazzled. After helping Freddie back to her room, she kind of wanders for a bit, and...ah.

Oh, Leia's hair is done up so nice, isn't it? Everything's been so busy and stressful that Kim hasn't had much time to pamper herself. Before she even realizes it, she finds herself knocking on Leia's door frame with a look of wonder. ]

dininghall

[nachosquire]

[Marco was just on his way to get a snack, when he sees Leia in the dinginroom looking a little troubled. He wastes practically no time taking a seat next to her, figuring that snack could wait for now as he gives her a small smile.]

Got enough coffee there?

[athleticallyinclined]

Attention, everyone!

[ Just in case you missed it yesterday. Gaston has an announcement to make.

He plants himself in the foyer bright and early Sunday morning, voice booming loud enough to be heard in every room and wake up, you know, anyone who might have the slightest inclination of sleeping in past six am. Once he's got a good (if grumpy) crowd gathered, he continues. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. ]

I am proud to announce that your problems are over!

The villain Negaduck has been captured, confined, and contained!

[not_over_yet]

Room 23 (closed to Molly and Mabel)
[ After the trial, Basil had been stressed enough to make the brilliant decision that he needed to check up on Ratigan... who had then proceeded to be infuriating enough that Basil stormed out of the funeral gathering early--and then, just as he was getting over the sulk from that, he finally heard the news about the Negaduck vs. Mirror showdown and, well. Long story short, it's not until early Sunday morning that he remembers about pinOCCHIO'S PETS fuckfuckfuck.

Molly and Mabel are left hastily scrawled notes about whether they'd like to take in any of Pinocchio's pets--whoever's first to arrive will catch Basil scurrying around Pinocchio's room, looking for something in increasingly-unlikely locations. (Someone please tell him where Figaro went.) ]

Casino
[ Later in the day, Basil can be found near the slot machine with a small collection of items. He seems to have no interest in actually taking any back to his room: the glass has been pieced together enough to be identifiable as a former-shoe, the snow globe's sitting to one side, and he's idly flipping through the book while sorta-nibbling on the dubiously-named "gray stuff".

Are there better ways he could be spending his time? ...Maybe? To be honest, he's not sure what he should do. "Could" and "should" aren't exactly synonyms. ]