WEEK 4

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well you've been here for almost a month now, and it feels like you're no closer to finding a way to stop Swackhammer or King Dice. Heck, it might feel like you're even more powerless after the trial that just happened.

Maybe you'll start to find new clues, but who knows if it will aid in your escape.

But perhaps... on the bright side... a new park location has opened up? At least you get music and art now!]

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[SATURDAY SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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SATURDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[in4apounding]

[At least Penny seems to have gotten her moping done by the time Saturday rolls around? She's out and exploring the new area, at least. It's not hard to tell she's not exactly her usual peppy self, though.]

[She ends up spending quite a lot of time in the art room, sketching on large pieces of paper. They're all pretty clinical, showing a decent eye for observation without any real artistic flair or framing.]

[The theme of the day seems to be King Dice, or more specifically, careful recreations of his card attack from Penny's perspective. There's also a few drawings of what look to be the casino tent's interior. All of these have notes scribbled in the available white space, things like size and speed and angle of attack. One of the casino drawings has the words "sneak attack???" written prominently in a corner and circled a few times.]

[Later, she can be found exiting Public School: the Ride, dutifully managing to dispose of her 3D glasses in a sad-looking, little-used recycling box despite her own slightly dazed expression.]

I- I never wanted to know that much about paperclips. There was so much and I don't understand how-

Art room

[dothebackslide]

[Dan Backslide, coward bully cad and thief, casually walks into the art room, ready to make a sick watercolor painting or an elaborate clay pot.

And then he looks at the drawings.]

YIKESARINO, LOOKING FOR PEPE SILVIA I SEE.

art room

[treefetish]

[audrey lives here, now

she watches her draw for a bit, suitably distracted from her own work.]

... That was really brave, what you did.

Art Room

[toogoodtobetrue]

[Huh. Those sure are plans. What if Swackhammer and King Dice hear about them? What if they can see them? Oh no...that will ruin the element of surprise!

Coraline has to help]

Why, Penny, those are nice, uh...recipes for cake! Harmless and delicious.

[She grins a bit tightly. How's she supposed to communicate to Penny to be careful with her plans?]

art room

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger eyes up Penny's sketches, curious.]

What're you working on?

[loneleye]

[For the first half of the day, Kubo's in a decidedly sour mood. This is likely apparent due to the fact that he spends several hours holed up in the gym-- he's taken the suggestion to make faux-weapons out of what garbage he could find laying around, from the look of it.

He has a wooden sword in hand and is just beating the absolute shit out of a stuffed version of the Lorax, one he got from King Dice's stupid gambling game. It's a good outlet for his anger.

Later on in the evening, he's calmed down significantly thanks to the discovery of the music room. As soon as he takes a glance through the door his whole face lights up.]

Yes! Finally!

[He pretty much goes around to every single instrument they've got, picking them up and trying to play out a tune on what ones he can figure out, though he's only really familiar with string instruments. Some sound better than others. Most sound downright awful, but he doesn't even care.]

Music Room

[in4apounding]

[Have some applause that's a little too enthusiastic to be called golf clapping, Kubo. How long has Penny been watching? Long enough, apparently.]

That was very good! Are any of these like your- shamisen instrument?

[captain_cronch]

[There's practically a loud SKRONK when Centipeedle discovers the art room. This is exactly what she needed! She's almost ready to give a thanks to King Dice, but nah. Naaaaah. Instead she gets to work drawing on pieces of paper, starting with her focusing on something more colorful.

She's later leaving Public School: the Ride, more confused about public school than she was leaving. And fidgeting with the 3-D glasses, trying to get both over her singular eyeball. BIASED.]

SUNDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[standsforrevenge]

[It's not unusual for Gandhi to sleep in until like... noon. With no adult supervision or schedule to keep, he's completely given up all pretense of being a functioning human being. Today is no different, except that when he finally emerges from his room, he's covered head to toe in some kind of apparatus made out of pillows, potholders stolen from the cafeteria, and duct tape. So much duct tape. The bizarre suit of armor is so bulky that he has to waddle awkwardly where ever he goes, and he sort of... bounces harmlessly off of anyone he runs into.]

Sweet! It's working! No accidental murder for me!

[treefetish]

[audrey is in love. this art room is hers now. she lives here now.

for most of the morning, Audrey is in the art room, checking out what she's got to work with. setting aside brushes, mixing paints, looking curiously at the kiln...

after that, time to work.

her first priority is to paint her door, bringing the plants she'd drawn and Centi's doodles to life with color. next, she settles down in front of her unfortunately growing memorial, adding paint to her previous sketches and starting new ones. a fish bowl, filled with finned hamburgers. a small figure, triumphant on a large red fox's back.]

MONDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[dothebackslide]

[Dan Backslide, coward bully cad and thief, and archenemy of the Dover Boys, is having a weird day.

He starts off in the laundry room which he just stares at for a bit, annoyed at all these... feelings he's getting. How dare there be feelings here. Gross. He knocks everything on top of a surface onto the ground, but it doesn't really make him feel any better.

Then he tries exploring the new land and ends up absolutely terrified on the Public School Ride, desperately trying to escape. Woe be to those who end up on this one with him.]

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! I'M A FREE ADULT MAN NOW! [Trying to topple desks or fight the teacher is not going great bc, you know, a screen.

When he emerges at last from the ride, he starts searching through his pockets and starts stuffing cigarettes into his mouth.

And then finds his box empty.]

OH SWEET MERCY FROM THE HEAVENS! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS PUNISHMENT?! HOW CAN I SURVIVE WITHOUT MY TOBACCO?!

[He has eight in his mouth. But he's definitely gonna be harassing King Dice for more smokes later.]

TUESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

MOTIVE: “Crap, I forgot!”

[imthetrashman]

[It’s Tuesday, Motive Day! You all gather around the trash castle as is customary, and await the golden calf of temptation that will hang over your heads during this week.

...and Swackhammer isn’t there. He’s not there for at least five minutes, before he runs out in his pajamas, muttering repeated “crap”s to himself. His mouth is covered in red dust, and he has a bag of Hot Cheetos with him.]

Erm, yes! It is time for your...your new...scary and horrifying motive that will terrify you over the course of the week to come! And that...that...the motive is, it’s a real big one! It’s...

[He looks around for a solution, before lightning strikes his brain.]

Hot Cheetos! If you kill anyone, I will give you...yes, a delicious bag of hot Cheetos! How devastating! One of you has gotta get the munchies sooner or later!

[fiftyyearspast]

[You might be able to find Jack at the basketball court at around noon. It's a strange sight, seeing an old timey samurai clad in full armor doing layups. He manages to get a bunch of shots in, though his resting pissed off expression says something's not right.

So he shoots and jumps. And he jumps again. And maybe a third time for good luck?????

It seems he can no longer 'jump good.' On the bright side, he could still jump his whole height.

Later on, Jack can be found in the art room trying to craft a bunch of stuff. He's not very successful, but if worst comes to worst maybe some of these supplies could pass for an improvised weapon. Like throw paint at an assailant, that should teach them!

Towards the end of the day Jack's at the music room, messing around with percussion instruments. He's having the time of his life on the big taiko drums, clearly-]

[carbonairhead]

[ Well after that "motive" Fizzy is going to...wander around, as she usually does. She's a very wander-heavy pony. Her puppy, christened Zhu Li, follows her about, yipping and barking and generally enjoying life, oblivious to every murdergame trope that's taken place in this hellscape of an amusement park.

The cafeteria draws Fizzy's great attention, as she hasn't wandered into it yet. Some food she doesn't have to prepare! Hurrah! Surely this'll...be........

...There's a pony sniffing at a pizza that looks more like plastic than pizza. And a puppy trying to catch anything that drops in its mouth. What a fun scene.

Later, after a brief trip to the casino, Fizzy's trotting around Laundryland, carrying a clam shell in her mouth. Periodically, particularly near places with water, she sets it down and opens it, waiting...before sighing.

Usually, she picks it back up and starts humming a...very catchy song. ]

Shoo be doo, shoo shoo be doo...

WEDNESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[captain_cronch]

[Oh yeah, big deal that motive. Whatever. There's more important things to talk about. After trying to search in vain for her stranger, Centipeedle grew frustrated. It was time to tell everyone else about this mystery stranger.

Cue the bug gem literally pulling anyone she can towards her room before she unveils her little scrawling of the mystery dude at the public school ride. It's important! Don't make her drool on you!]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[If you’re in the general vicinity of Trash Castle, you’ll hear the sounds of bones breaking. It sounds like there’s a loud scuffle going on.]

[studentbody]

[Come Wednesday, Cleo's preparations are complete, and she unleashes her master plan to fix everyone's problems and help them cope with all this gross murder junk. She's hauled a table from the casino over to just outside the door of the hotel, and sits herself behind it so she's facing the front doors as people come out. Atop the table is a pile of hand-written pamphlets, and draped across the front of the table is a handpainted banner that reads in foot-tall red letters:

MURDER AWARENESS

Joining the pamphlets at the table is Lillian's stuffed fox, who doesn't seem to leave Cleo's side these days.

As people come out throughout the day, Cleo is there to greet them with a big smile on her face.]

Hiiii, do you have a moment to talk about murder awareness?

THURSDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[dothebackslide]

[Another day, another funeral, food and punch by the door, Dan at the washing machine podium, tapping his cards. He fiddles with them, shuffling them about absentmindedly, not really focusing on them. His other hand automatically moving to grab what smokes he’s managed to pilfer from King Dice and light one up.]

...I’ve been thinking a lot about Lillian. Which I shouldn’t do because its suuuuuuuch a not fun thought line. I can’t even get comically sad about it. Its just sad. Like… she was so young. You know? She had her whole… life ahead of her. We literally called her the Little Girl. Her youth defined her.

[He takes a drag from his cigarette.] Although, I guess you could define her by other things. I remember, first week we were here, how she poured over those Space Jam books. Studying them. Those books, of all things! Ridiculous. But... kind of endearing too? I’ve never known anyone so excited to study. So happy to learn everything she could about the world around her. So ready to try new, fun things. Like skating on detergent or learning about different worlds or… any number of things. She should have had the chance to explore more things.

[Another long drag.] It really just doesn’t make sense to me. Pain, for toons like us? That’s supposed to be deserved. Supposed to be a give and take, a squash and stretch. And the pain she went through? None of that was fair.

Its just not right.

[He puts out his smoke.] ANYWAY. AQUAMAN IS DEAD TOO I GUESS. HE WAS COOL TOO. GOTTA RIFF ON HIM SEVERAL TIMES AND HAD A LOT OF FUN. GONNA MISS HIM TOO.

GOD THIS SUCKS!

[And he peaces out to the food.]

[thegreateggscape]

[Too many people have died already, and Ginger's having no more of it. Under each door (save for the now-vacant rooms), she slides a slip of paper that reads, in her characteristic handwriting:]

Meeting. Art Room. Come.

[To those that show, they'll find Ginger standing on a chair, surrounded by papers displaying illegible lists of some kind, and diagrams of similar comprehensibility.

When enough people arrive, she clears her throat and begins to talk.]

Now I'm sure everyone's upset about what happened this past week, but we can't let it keep us down. We need to find a way out of here- and fast. I heard that some of you have ideas on how to escape, so I thought we could all share them here. If we all put our heads together, we're bound to find something.

[She's really getting desperate.]