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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[OOC: and don't forget to fill out this week's activity check!]

Comments

[bayoublues]

Soos?

[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!]

[sorrydoods]

[Oh dear lord it's coming closer why why why]

P-please...d-don't get any c-closer...

[He doesn't wanna die this way!]

[bayoublues]

[He stops in his tracks, staring at Soos.]

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.

[sorrydoods]

I-I...

[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]

[bayoublues]

Wh--

[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!

[sorrydoods]

[Soos' current inner thoughts right now are: I am going to die.

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!