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

[bayoublues]

Sounds good to me! [Louis makes his way over to the cue ball, studies the rest of the balls.]

You might wanna watch out, maybe. [He pushes it as hard as he can towards the cluster that Remy failed to break up. Balls go bouncing everywhere, though none of them make it into any pockets.]

Dang. Humans make this look so cool whenever they make a shot.

[bestchefinparis]

Maybe it's because they can actually use those sticks. It's hard to look cool when you're pushing a cue ball like this.

[Rémy gets some running speed and tackles the cueball, it zaps with decent speed towards one of the balls he's supposed to aim for. The cueball falls into a pocket]

You know, I didn't think you knew games like this one so well. You're really used to live among humans back where you come from, right?

[Enough to be aware of even such details!]

[bayoublues]

Yeah! Well, only recently, but I did watch 'em a lot and tried to learn all I could about 'em. Especially during Mardi Gras--it's just a great big party, and it's always so much fun to see everyone dressed up and seein' all the bands playin' in the street.

I only sorta learned how to play billiards when my friend, Naveen, invited me on a night on the town....

[He fishes the cueball out and carefully rolls it towards a striped ball on the edge of the felt. It gently taps it towards the corner of the table, and it teeters at the edge of the hole before falling in. After a few seconds, the cueball follows it into the pocket.]

Darn it. We're not very good at this, are we?

[bestchefinparis]

Mardi Gras...? Oh, the carnival! [He may have heard something about a carnival in a faraway place, yeah] We have one too! The Paris Carnival. I didn't have the chance of seeing it myself, but I did see costumed people in the bistro. It seemed like fun!

[If only the bistro had been on the route of the parade...oh well]

Really? And it went all okay? [He sounds surprised. New Orleans must be rather accepting if they didn't bat an eye at a gator going around with them.

Rémy waits for the cueball to be taken out of the pocket, and laughs. Someone is having fun, yep!]

Who cares if we're not very good at playing? Giving this a try is the fun part, at least for me!

[At least it helps him stay distracted, and he welcomes that]

[bayoublues]

Yeah, that's it! You really oughta see it in its full glory sometime. Maybe not on the ground, though, you'll probably get trampled.

Well, um, there were a few runners, but you'll be surprised how much people are willing to tolerate once people know you're a professional jazz player. [He pauses.] And also because he's a prince and people don't like making royalty upset.

[He goes to take out the cue ball again.] Where do you want me to put this?