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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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!

[in4apounding]

[...She raises a hand.]

What's a Cheeto.

[imthetrashman]

[The president.]

It is a hot and delicious snack food!

[in4apounding]

[That's an insult to processed snack "foods" everywhere sir.]

Actually delicious or delicious like the corn dogs?

[Not that she can personally judge, just. Kind of going on what everyone else has said.]

[imthetrashman]

You don’t like corn dogs?! Hah! Bad taste!

[standsforrevenge]

[never fear, PILLOW MAN is here!]

...I love Cheetos...

[thegreateggscape]

You can cope.

[standsforrevenge]

[a single tear] It's just... it's not fair, ya know? Why's he gotta be so cruel?

[in4apounding]

If we find a way to beat him up and leave we can just take his Cheetos.

[themightybeetle]

Can I try one if we do?

[standsforrevenge]

That fat dude owes me so many goddamn cheetos.

[treefetish]

... Do you just pick random things off your counter for this or what?

[imthetrashman]

They’re great for the munchies.

[codeofhero]

[throws his hands in the air]

Snack food?!

[studentbody]

[giving him the flattest, most unimpressed look:]

You're, like. The worst.

[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-]

time to slam

[candymancan]

Having fun jumping around like a fool?

[In the last few weeks, Wonka hasn't even stepped on the basketball court. This time, he's at least in the stands, eating shitty candy and being amused by an old man in heavy armor trying to shoot hoops.]

BACK TO THE JAM

[fiftyyearspast]

[At being called a fool, Jack violently whirls, half-expecting someone else. At the sight of Wonka, he eases up a bit.] What- No. Something's off. Armor's not a problem when it comes to jumping good. [sounds wild, coming from this weird, serious, bearded man.]

[candymancan]

Yes... it is. Heavy weights make it harder to "jump good".

art room

[themightybeetle]

[just gonna leeeaaaannn over and]

What're you making?

[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...

laundry

[udderly]

Hey, Fizzy. Whatcha got there?

[It must be a casino thing, because he's never seen it before, but.]

[carbonairhead]

It's the shell to call upon the sea ponies. [ Matter-of-fact. ] Usually they can save the day anytime, but I don't think they can get here.

[udderly]

Sea ponies like . . . they live in the water? [He, uh. Sees (1) problem with this, maybe.] Fizzy, we're land-locked.