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]

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Comments

[nachosquire]

Cool, cool.

[Said in a completely sarcastic tone.]

We ask if we can leave and he gives us a void of dark magic to play in.

[faciliheir]

Were you expecting a field of daisies and sunshine? He probably thinks it's real pleasant out there. Since he likes the cold and all.

[nachosquire]

I mean, no. I wasn't expecting him to actually let us outside, like, at all.

[Now that his hair is.. clean enough, Marco takes the bowl of dough and starts to scrape it out so he can start on a new batch.]

But I guess I didn't expect this place to be in the middle of a field of.. whatever that stuff is. Kinda makes sense why everyone's magic is useless around here, though.

[He's taking the dark magic comment Literally which.. may not even be wrong honestly.]

[faciliheir]

It explains a lot of things, but just makes about 500 more questions.

[pause] What are you making?

[nachosquire]

[Ain't that just the truth, Freddie.

Marco welcomes the subject change though, and he pours in some flour while he explains.]

Doughnuts, I think. Honestly I came in here on like, zero hours of sleep and no idea what I wanted to eat so I'm kind of just experimenting I guess?

Any requests?

[faciliheir]

[long pause]

Can you make one kinda look like a fish? [is she gonna take this doughnut and pretend she made it and give it to Ariel as a gift.

yes. these are the kind of diabolical plans you come up with on no sleep.]

[nachosquire]

A fish?

[Marco looks thoughtfully towards the ceiling for a moment, before giving her a confident looking nod.]

I've never made a fish shaped pastry before, but it's prooobably not that hard. I dunno how well a fish shaped doughnut would be, though.

[...]


..wait, why a fish?

[faciliheir]

I'm gonna give it to Ariel and say I made it. [oh also you just. admit those plans immediately.]

[nachosquire]

[Freddie, you would be a horrible villain.]


...okay, you have my permission if only because that's something I would totally do if I didn't already know how to cook.

[It's fine if it's for ~love~]

[faciliheir]

I don't need your permission, but, okay. [best villain]

Yeah, doughnuts were basically on the same level as unicorns for me 'til really recently? So it's either this or back to the drawing board. [which is covered in terrible and gay song lyrics]

[nachosquire]

[you need his permission if you want ur fuckin donut, bro]

I could make a fish shaped cream puff instead? And, like, the fins and tail could be made of cinnamon pita chips!

[It already looks adorable in his head.]

[faciliheir]

Do you think she'd like it? Do girls like that kind of stuff? [she means like normal girls bc she'd want a cream puff with a skull on it.]

[nachosquire]

Oh yeah, they totally do!

[...]

Wait why are you asking me if that's what girls like, aren't you a girl?

[something is wrong with this picture here]

[faciliheir]

I mean, yeah, of course. It's just I'm an Isle girl-- I'm into darker things than the sorta froofy stuff princesses are used to. Pretty much anybody would know better than me on this subject.

[nachosquire]

Ah.. yeah, I guess that makes sense then.

[He's just gonna go get some more ingredients which I'm not writing down bc i'm lazy okay.]

Well you're in luck because I happen to live with one of those froofy princesses... sort of.

[she's cute and girly but she'd also punch you in .2 seconds ya feel]

[faciliheir]

The screaming girl in the mirror, right? She seemed really cool. I'd like to meet her once we bust everybody out of Hell.

[this isn't like a sore subject or anything right it's fine]

[nachosquire]

You know, you two would probably really get along.

[nah it's not sore... for.. the most part..]

I.. really hope they're going to be okay over there. I hate that we lost our only way to contact them.

[faciliheir]

No one's okay right now. [pause] But, I think they're probably a little more okay than we are. I mean, they're already dead, right? It's really the uncertainty that gets at you.

[she tried]

[nachosquire]

Thank you, Freddie.

[Said with a little tiny bit of sarcasm mixed in there.]

I mean, it's not like the greek god of the Underworld wants to steal their souls or anything!

[faciliheir]

He also wants to steal our souls. So, at the end of the day, your little friend's better off than we are.

[beat]

We're all in deep shit, though. [yay she gets to use her new word.]

[nachosquire]

[...well he already swore once so]

Really deep shit.

[.....]

..don't tell anyone I said that, okay?

[faciliheir]

Who's gonna give us a hard time for cussing now that Arrow is dead? None of the other adults care-- half of them say even worse.

[nachosquire]

Um, my parents would?

[forget that theyre watching]