Week 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thanks to Freddie, it seems as though you’ve dealt your first, honest blow to Randall. Truly a fitting end to the Randall Rech Zone. Sadly, you’re still stuck here, but something inside you is nagging at you to keep your head up. This late in the game, nobody has to be willing to resort to murder.

...Right?

12 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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MOTIVE: Flower, Gleam and Glow

[candlelightsflicker]

[A high-pitched voice instructs everyone to gather in the stretching room, and when they do, a “new” face appears. He’s ghost-like, with tinted blue skin and matching attire. It’s just that it looks dumb because...y’know.]

Hello, fri- [wait shit that was the randy voice gotta get a few pitches higher, more papyrus less ratigan, cough cough] Welcome, Foolish Mortals! I am your ghost, your Hatbox Ghost, or as one might say, your new host! Your Hatbox Ghost Host. [its clearly just randy in a different suit]

Randall Rech is dead! I am the new Randall R - new host! So I am here with a motive for all of my frie - enemies. You all are my enemies. Yes.

[Envelopes are distributed from a hatbox. Enclosed are pictures of an event in your character’s past.He smirks.]

Should you kill someone this week, you will be entitled to fix your greatest regret! Most of you have made mistakes - I know Gaston has, so why not do something to fix ‘em? It doesn’t necessarily have to be the one in the photo, I’m flexible.

I’ll stick around to answer any questions you might have.

[stanbyme]

[Stan doesn’t even open his envelope this week. He goes pale, and as soon as they’re done he stalks off.]

[angelgoatdemon]

Yeah, I have a question.

How are you holding up, Randy?

[candlelightsflicker]

What is a Randy? I’m the Hatbox Ghost.

[angelgoatdemon]

Alright, alright. That is a pretty nice hat, Mr. Ghost.

[...He's going to poke the guy's skin cautiously, just to confirm. Skinsuit or weird corpse-y ghost plasm?]

[candlelightsflicker]

[..little bit of both.]

I am a hat connoisseur.

[angelgoatdemon]

[ OH JESUS ]

...Think you could recommend a hat might fit over my horns?

[candlelightsflicker]

A very very large beanie.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She briefly considers dropping the UI words now, but maybe that should wait until they've had more time to plan.]

Did you know Randy before his death? Were you close?

[candlelightsflicker]

Yes, we were very close! In fact, you could almost say...

[leans in]

We were practically the same person.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Woooooow! Sorry he died, dude. He seemed like a real cool guy.

[Trying desperately to stop sarcasm from slipping into her ton]

[candlelightsflicker]

Yes, yes. I know. He was great.

[hasit]

[randy your skin

She's not a huge fan of the "new" Randy, either, but he's somehow less...eerie. Maybe it's the lack of sunglasses. Something.

Either way, she takes the envelope, steeling herself because she already knows what's in it. And sure enough, the photo inside is one she can envision all too clearly: her brother and her teenage son, waving from the cargo ramp of a ship. Leaving for training.

Leia's mouth presses into a thin line, and she rips the photo up, tossing it in the fireplace, even if it hurts her to throw away this little piece of the family she used to have.]

[bayoublues]

[Louis scoffs when he hears Rand--the Hatbox Ghost Who Is Very Clearly Not Randy. He has no regrets. What would he ever regret in life? He had all he needed back in New Orleans.

When he opens his envelope, however, his eyes widen and he glances over his shoulder. It's a picture of a firefly, holding what looks to be a voodoo amulet. His expression is panicked and it's clear that he's flying away from something.

The gator quietly tucks it back into the envelope, turning to address Not Randall.]

C'mon, you can do better than that! It's--It's not like he had a long life to go, anyways!

[candlelightsflicker]

Hey. Don’t talk to me about living. I’m a ghost.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ LISTEN BUD HE CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU.

Gaston narrows his eyes and jabs a finger at the Ghost. ]

If you're our new host, how do you know my name?

[candlelightsflicker]

It was on your profile!

[athleticallyinclined]

[ ...oh right. ]

Is that really where you found it?

How would you know if I've -

[ He can hardly say the words, choking on them a little as he forces them out. ]

- made mistakes?

[candlelightsflicker]

You look like the sort of guy who makes mistakes.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Is this guy for real ]

No I don't!

You must be thinking of someone else.

[astronomics]

[ Jyn knows what's going to be in the envelope before she even opens it to look. How could she not? Hardly a day went by before she moved in with Allene where she didn't snap awake from a dream where she felt the pouring rain on her, heard the X-Wings flying, got there just too damn late to save-

She doesn't look. She just pockets the envelope and turns to go, hands shaking slightly despite herself. ]