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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Kitchen

[bestchefinparis]

[Well that's not good. Don't suffocate in dough, Marco, that's a lousy way to die.

Rémy approaches, walking on the counter. How should he wake this kid up...can he even be awakened?]

Marco? Marco, wake up.

[He even pokes Marco a bit. Maybe it'd be more noticeable if Rémy didn't have such small hands]

[nachosquire]

[more like a delicious way to die amirite

Be it as it may, you are a very small mouse Remy and though Marco appreciates the sentiment, it.. definitely doesn't wake him up immediately.

But he does let out a small snore to show that he's definitely not dead yet.]

[bestchefinparis]

[Oh, geez...

Rémy tries a few more times]

Come on, wake up! Up and at them, boy! Marco!

[This isn't working. Rémy sighs. He doesn't like the idea, but...as he sees it, if Marco stays there with his face in a bowl and with Randall's rules saying it could put him at risk of possession, not doing anything just so he keeps a certain skill a secret may not be the right thing to do]

I'm sorry, Marco.

[Okay, maybe if he gets this done with before anyone sees him it'll all be okay. Rémy carefully climbs Marco until he reaches the head and, unsure if it works with anyone that isn't Linguini, grabs tufts of hair and pulls, trying to at least make Marco move so his head isn't in the depths of a bowl full of dough.

Is it working?]

[nachosquire]

[Well. He's not from a movie where rats can control your movements by tugging hair so unfortunately, his attempts to Linguini Marco don't exactly work the way he wants them to.

Buuuut, that's still definitely little mouse hands tugging on Marco's hair, so it does end up waking him up with a little yelp coming from the teen.]

What-- what's on my head?!

[And as soon as he's awake enough to realize something is on him he reaches up and tries to bat Remy off. Sorry, buddy.]

[bestchefinparis]

[Oh well. It was worth a try. What matters is that at least Marco stopped adding his face to the food, that's good enough!

Rémy expected this sort of reaction, but it doesn't make it any less unpleasant. His immediate move is to pretty much flatten himself as much as possible onto Marco's head, trying to stay away from the hands, and bops him on the head with a tiny fist]

Calm down! It's just me, Rémy!

[nachosquire]

Remy?

[Marco freezes then, blinking a couple times confusedly before he reaches to gently pluck the rat off his head. And he sets him on the counter, continuing to look.. confused.]

Whyyyy were you on my head?

[bestchefinparis]

[Thank you for not freaking out further, you're a pal]

I had to get you to your room somehow or else you'd die with your face in a bowl of dough.

[He sounds nonchalant but his body language does hint there's something he's not telling, maybe about how standing on someone's head is supposed to help. Press further, Marco?]

[nachosquire]

Okay, thanks for saving me from a doughy death but why did you have to be on my head to do that instead of, y'know. Finding someone who could actually carry me to my room --- no offense.

[is it offensive to talk about a rat being Smoll]

[bestchefinparis]

Okay, how to explain this...

[Right. This is what he gets for taking matters into his own tiny hands]

It's a bit of a long story, but before I was a chef I wasn't welcome in any kitchen for obvious reasons. [Human bias, but he doesn't mention that] So a human I met and I agreed to help each other. I'd help him keep his job as a rising cook, and he'd allow me to cook.

And the way we agreed to do it was...um... [Rémy looks around, sheepish] ...by controlling his movements? By tugging from his hair I could make him move. I-It's not like he had no free will or anything, it was more like I was indicating his body what to do and he just allowed it to happen while fully awake. It also worked when he was asleep, so...

[He's aware it doesn't sound too good, but hey, it's the truth]

So I was checking if it worked on you so I could take you to your room. I guess it doesn't work on everyone or...something.

[nachosquire]

[As Marco listens, his face turns from confused, to curious, to slightly disturbed to.... horrified, actually. And after he admits he was trying it on Marco, the teen just slowly reaches up to cover the top of his head with both of his hands. A Little bit Perturbed.]

Don't. Don't try that again.

[this conversation is cursed]

[bestchefinparis]

[Very sorry, Marco]

No, of course not.

[He bows his head]

I...I panicked a bit. After everything that has happened in here I just...thought I should do something to stop someone from dying, even if it was through this.

I'm sorry.

[nachosquire]

It's okay, it's just kinda creepy especially since we had like, two puppets with us.

[He's not about that puppet life.]

[bestchefinparis]

Is it really accurate to say they were puppets? They were...much more alive than that. It's like they were real people.

[It pains him to say 'were']

[nachosquire]

...Mr. Arrow had a disembodied arm inside of him.

[so you be the judge on that subject]

[bestchefinparis]

...please don't remind me of that, that's the kind of thing someone shouldn't ever hear about...

[The mere thought that Mr. Arrow was a disembodied arm is something he'd like to forget]

[nachosquire]

A disembodied arm, Remy.

[bestchefinparis]

I heard you the first time!

[It's freaky the arm wasn't connected to anything, he doesn't want to have nightmares, Marco!]

[nachosquire]

I'm sorry I just.. that is so freaky!

[why was there an arm. why.]

[bestchefinparis]

[Sudden thought entered Rémy's mind. He's almost afraid of saying it aloud, but...]

...do you think...Mr. Arrow knew it?

[What if he never knew]