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foolishmortals2018-02-04 12:34 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-02-04 12:34 pm
Week 5
[...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!]
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]
[OOC: and don't forget to fill out this week's activity check!]
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[If Louis tries the door, he'll find that it won't immediately open, as if someone is holding the doorknob in place and keeping it from turning. Of course, being an alligator, he might be able to overpower Soos, so...yeah.]
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[He walks over to the door and tries to turn the knob, but the door won't open. His fingers must be getting in the way! He starts banging on the door.]
I CAN'T OPEN IT, CAN YOU LET ME IN?
[The band suddenly starts to die down, and Louis lets out a whine of desperation. There are indistinct whispers coming from...everywhere.]
Just lemme iiiiin!
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[He is not budging! No sir! He is planted right against the door, and no force on Earth could m-
...oh...well, now it seems like it'll open now. Does Louis dare step inside?]
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[He leans against the door a little, peeking inside the room. The whispering becomes more frantic and louder, and he feels like he can pick out a very familiar voice from them--]
Holy cow, are you keeping Louis Armstrong captive in here, too? Why wasn't I told about this?
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Uhh...Soos? I, uh, don't wanna scare ya, but, um, there's somethin' up with your face.
[This must be the reason why he locked himself in, right?]
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...looks back at the opposite wall...
Yeah, he's not responding. Or even moving, for that matter. Is he even breathing, actually? If so, it's very hard to notice.]
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[MMMMMMM those eyes are really starting to freak him out.]
Uh. Soos. Are--Are you alright? What's goin' on? Besides, um, your face.
[He opens the door a liiiittle wider so he can slowly inch forward. Creepy as it is, he's not going to let a few eyes get in the way of comforting a friend!]
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P-please...d-don't get any c-closer...
[He doesn't wanna die this way!]
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Why? What's wrong? Do your eyes do somethin' bad?
[Ah, wait. The eyes had stopped multiplying. Louis squints and stares at his hands. Now his fingers were starting to section themselves off into wiggling worms.]
Oh, is it 'cus of my hands? I dunno how to stop 'em, I'm sorry.
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[Rather than answering, his eyes are going to dart back at the other wall, then back at Louis.
Before he just books it towards the door because nOPE! HE IS NOT DEALING WITH THIS TODAY]
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[SORRY MAN LOUIS IS GOING TO TRY AND BLOCK THE DOOR WHILE YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY OUT HE'S A BIG GATOR]
SOOS! What the heck is wrong with you today?! It's me, Louis! I mean, I look weird, but it's still me!
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Since he was running full force, he can't stop his momentum, though he does manages to just stop in a baseball slide type of way...
...which he can't help but feel like is even worse.]
P-please, don't kill me! I d-don't wanna die!