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!]

Comments

[nachosquire]

Uh.. yeah, I guess.

[Marco could get the gist of what he was asking, and so he leads the way, heading towards the stairs.

..though, the moment he sees a pink elephant he lets out a surprised yell and immediately takes a step back, holding his arms up threateningly towards it as if he's ready to fight but he knows that's a bad idea, and it eventually kind of just... drifts away, leaving him standing still for perhaps a little too long.

He's not entirely okay, today.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[It's only going to get worse for the goat later on. He's been feeling off since sunday's incident, and instead of absconding like any healer should, he outright spreads his wings aggressively and screeches at the elephants. Kind of like a very angry bird of prey defending their young.

He's. on the defensive, it's fine, Lekmet has a mere walking stick to ward the phantoms off.

Once they reach the medical room, he offers Marco some painkillers. 'This should help.']

[nachosquire]

[Man, this experience is taking a toll on everyone isn't it? With these two being as jumpy and on edge as they are, it's a wonder if they'd accidentally commit a murder just because someone tapped their shoulder when they weren't expecting it...

Marco takes a seat on one of the cots as soon as they enter the room, and he gladly takes the bottle from Lekmet with a weary looking smile.]

Thanks, Lekmet.

[But he sets it aside for now, mostly because he doesn't have a drink to take it with.]

How are you holding up, by the way? I know it's been really stressful lately and all...

[angelgoatdemon]

[He offers a tired smile- despite his outburst, he doesn't want the kid to worry about things too much.

...Yeah, no, as soon as Marco asked, he sighs deeply and rests all his weight on the walking stick.

'Long week. Very Tired. Little Sleep,' his expression says it all. And by Friday, it's going to happen all over again, slowly breaking their spirits. With great difficulty, he seats himself on the bed opposite Marco.]

[nachosquire]

Me too, buddy. Me too.

[Yeah he can definitely see the tired expression in his face. He'll reach into his hoodie pocket too and take out his notebook and pen, flipping to a random empty page before handing it out to him.]

You've been uh.. doing a lot of healing magic I noticed. Maybe you should take it down a notch? I mean, we've got this medical room now so..

[maybe dont die please]

[angelgoatdemon]

[Well that's something he's seriously considering- the goat's been pretty reckless with his powers to...yeah.]

Perhaps.

[He looks sheepish, a pained smile plastered on his face. Right, he had a grim response planned in mind, but changes it up the last moment. Something about people already dying and still unable to do a thing about it. It's fine.

'I have enough magic to last about a couple of months or so-- I don't plan on dying here.']