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

Music Room

[bestchefinparis]

Darn it, really...?

[This is not what Rémy thought Louis would do with a trumpet. You sure you should do that? Is that even good for your teeth?

...

Do alligator teeth grow back? How about you stop thinking banalities, Rémy]

Louis? Did you notice you got your trumpet in your mouth right now?

[Maybe Louis didn't notice and that's why he hasn't taken it out. Yeah, that's got to be it]

[bayoublues]

[Fun Fact! Alligators actually do grow back their teeth--at least fifty times for every one of their eighty teeth. That's four thousand teeth!

He stops chewing for a moment, still staring up at the ceiling.]

I gotta...I gotta eat it. It's not real. I gotta eat the music to get rid of it.

[He's probably fine.]

[bestchefinparis]

[Wow, that's a really fun fact!]

Oh god...

[Louis is going to be so embarrassed once he realizes what he has been doing. Pals stop other pals from doing something they'll regret, and since Rémy is definitely not going to physically remove that trumpet from Louis' mouth, he'll have to find some other way. Quick, be clever!]

Okay, uh...maybe the music is coming from... [He looks around] ...somewhere else. Literally from some other instrument that isn't that one. Come on, spit it out!

[...he had no time to think a good argument, yeah]

[bayoublues]

[He hesitates before taking the trumpet out of his mouth. He stares at it blankly, seemingly confused.]

But the trumpet...it's not my trumpet. So the music...

[He sits up abruptly, glancing around wildly.]

The music! It's--It's gettin' louder! [He falls silent for a moment, straining to listen. Silence--except for tromping of elephants parading outside.] Remy! D'you hear that?!

[bestchefinparis]

[It's not hard for a rat to hear stuff, what with his senses, but even he has a hard time knowing for sure what to hear. The elephants outside? Maybe that's it. Maybe Louis isn't so far gone in his delirium he doesn't notice the elephants being somewhere nearby.

Better hide!]

I hear it! I'm fed up of that!

[He hides behind the nearest instrument]

That's not music, those are the elephants!

[bayoublues]

Elephants...? No, no, not that noise! They were here earlier and--

[Ohhh wait what was that Randall said again on Tuesday?]

--You can't hear it, can you?

[He stares down at his slightly chewed up trumpet. It's still fake. It's singing lies. If these things were just in his mind, why did everything feel so real?]

But--But I still gotta get rid of this. Or else.

[bestchefinparis]

Okay, give it to me. I can get rid of it, like melt it in the oven or something like that.