WEEK 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Karolina and Mulan are dead. The first, and hopefully the last, deaths of your stay here. Hopefully their deaths won't be in vain. Your third week here starts on a solemn note, and the mood here has taken on a significant downward spiral. If it's any consolation (it isn't), you'll find that you have two new floors to explore...even if one of those floors has about twenty STAY OUT signs nailed to it.

23 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 2 AC! As we're now officially in full murdergame mode, AC from here on out is extended till Thursday.}

Comments

[whistlenotchirp]

Something like that! [He's so frantic and kind of hyperactive about this.] It'll certainly be harder when no one can play it!

[kindaruledatit]

[Wow, he's zipping around like... a bug? Sure.]

Whoa, wait a minute. You don't want people to play it? Dude, that's like... kind of rude, don't you think?

[whistlenotchirp]

Its a service. Keeping people from using this- [He pauses to shove some more tissues into the hole.] sinfest is the best I can do if I can't destroy it.

[kindaruledatit]

[A low whistle is what he gets.]

Sinfest? Whoa, man you're pulling out those words?

[whistlenotchirp]

Normally I wouldn't be that foul-mouthed, but serious matters require serious language, Miss Corduroy.

[Oh bringing out the "Miss Corduroy's" its real serious now.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Super serious, it seems. Wendy is taken aback.]

Whoa, dude. No one ever calls me 'Miss'. [Except Mabel sometimes. But she's allowed.]

It's just a pool table, man. I'm pretty sure the worst thing that could happen is someone breaks their toe on it or something.

[whistlenotchirp]

People have! And that's just the start of the disaster this thing is gonna bring us.

[kindaruledatit]

I mean, not here. We just got it. [She chuckles, moving to pick up the pool cue.]

It's just, like, a game. C'mon. I'll show you.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He scrambles to put himself between her and one of the balls.]

D-Don't you dare!

[kindaruledatit]

[She's aaaaaalready setting up another one.]

Seriously, dude. I think I can do this super well.

[whistlenotchirp]

That's what I'm afraid of!

[He is not fast enough to get in front of each ball.]

Who knows what this thing is capable of?!

[kindaruledatit]

[She's lining up her shot....]

It's capable of killing off a few hours if I can actually talk anyone into playing a round. That works for me.

[And she strikes the ball, sending it rolling till it collides with another, and another.

Uh, Jiminy. Maybe. Move?]

[whistlenotchirp]

[He has to constantly serve and dodge to avoid these giant devil balls of death, scrambling all over in a total panic.

oh god oh god its happening again she's gonna become a donkey and he can't stop it and oh god oh god]

[kindaruledatit]

[Well, she is kind of making an ass of herself...

And this is kind of funny? But she definitely reaches in there and plucks Jiminy up by the back of his coat before he gets squashed by a ball.]

Hey, hey. Don't worry about it. I got you.

[whistlenotchirp]

[HE DIED AND HE'S RISING TO HEAVEN- oh it's. Just more Wendy.

He's a bit of a grump about this.]

I'd worry more about what this dang thing does to you!

[kindaruledatit]

[She sets him down on the edge of the table, where he'll be safe while she tends to her cue.]

What? Like improving my game score? That's kinda the deal here.

[whistlenotchirp]

I'm worried about your safety here!

[He paces back and forth, angry and nervous.]

Arrogant young pups, always getting themselves all messed up by these dang things. Warn 'em time and time again, and whaddya get? Another mess to fix.

[kindaruledatit]

[oof. What a personality she has to deal with here.]

Look mister cricket, even if you're not the one who's got to set up the balls or anything, you can at least try to be a good sport about it. So what if I'm playing? It's not a crime, is it?

[whistlenotchirp]

It hurts people! I've seen it!

If there's one thing I've learned over my life, its never trust a billiards place. They're trouble! With a capital T, that rhymes with P, which stands for pool.

[kindaruledatit]

...Well, you know what rhymes with P? C! As in, "check" this out!

[And just because she likes to show off sometimes, Wendy strikes the next ball with the pool cue behind her back. It's actually not a bad shot for someone that doesn't play much.]

Like, seriously. How badly could a game like this hurt someone?

1/2

[whistlenotchirp]

Ohhhh it seems innocent enough! But that's how they get ya!

First your face gets all long and then you grow a horrible tail and the big ears and that sickening honking and then comes the hair and before you know it, you're a-

[whistlenotchirp]

[He blinks in minor realization before squinting at Wendy. She's knocked over a couple balls now, and yet....]

You aren't a jackass?

[kindaruledatit]

...Aha. [A small laugh, short, kind of confused, like her expression.] Yeah? Uh, thanks for noticing I guess. That's kind of a nice compliment coming from you.

[She always had the feeling he'd try to get her down, but at least he didn't think she was an ass?]

[whistlenotchirp]

No, not that! Well, yes that, but... You aren't... But I saw it...

[He's struggling to form the words and it kind of feels useless to try.

Hmph.] Maybe it hasn't worked its corrupting magic on you yet.

[kindaruledatit]

[...]

Okay? Let's see if the only thing corrupting me is my mad game skills as I totally sink this eight ball.

[Clack! There it goes, bouncing off the wall and into one of the free holes. Wendy pumps her fist in the air.]

Alright! Woo, lucky flannel coming through!