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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[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.]

[candymancan]

Greaat. Now the talking Happy Meal is gonna preach at us.

[treefetish]

Be nice!

[dothebackslide]

MORE LIKE DOWNER MEAL AM I RIGHT.

[standsforrevenge]

[POINTS AT HIS EYES

POINTS AT YOU]

[codeofhero]

You would be wise to listen to her. I haven't seen you doing anything useful.

[in4apounding]

No one is eating Miss Ginger.

[thegreateggscape]

The what?

[loneleye]

[Kubo shows up dragging a tank behind him. There's a snail in there.]

I don't have any ideas, I just don't know what this thing eats or how to take care of it and I kind of don't want it to die.

[Did it just meow?]

[standsforrevenge]

[IT JUST MEOWED]

Am I high right now.

[loneleye]

Probably.

[treefetish]

...

How old would you say this snail is?

[loneleye]

I. I don't... know? How do you tell a snail's age?

[treefetish]

[so she steps over to the others...]

Does anyone have any spare change? I have a... pretty okay plan, I think.

[codeofhero]

Hm, unfortunately I did not decide to have pockets when I was kidnapped. [But color him intrigued at any ideas anyone has.]

Are you searching for a particular kind?

[in4apounding]

I didn't have any lien on me when the bus arrived, sorry.

[studentbody]

Ugh, seriously, Audrey? Begging? Super uncool.

[thegreateggscape]

What do you need it for?

[She doesn't have change, or pockets, and hates the concept of capitalism, but go on.]

[studentbody]

Um, I've put forth several really good plans and nobody is listening to them! First, we make Ginger poop out enough eggs to make a wall out of hard-boiled eggs and climb out. Second, I will nobly volunteer to flash Swackfucker or whatever to cause a distraction so you guys can escape.

[in4apounding]

I don't think eggs actually come out the same place as poop does.

[Clearly the only objection.]

And wouldn't those kind of. Be her babies or something?

[thegreateggscape]

First of all, I am not doing that.

[She pinches the bridge of her beak. She doesn't know why she expected better.]

Second of all, you are not doing that.

[standsforrevenge]

I vote for Cleo's idea!

[Can't imagine why]

[in4apounding]

I'm still not sure how to get past Mister King Dice beyond just hitting him very hard and fast when he's not expecting it. With a lot of us working together.

[Maybe even with weapons, who knows.]

Mister Backslide suggested maybe getting him drunk?

[fiftyyearspast]

Assuming most of my abilities are intact, I could try to fight him long enough to distract him.

[A beat.]

Although a drinking contest sounds less risky. Whichever comes first.

[thegreateggscape]

[Finally, some decent suggestions.]

Do we have a reliable means of doing that?