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

[sixfingeredstan]

I—that, that's not even how it goes.

[Fists clenching and unclenching, Ford shakes his head slowly.]

If you murdered her for her money, she doesn't have anything here. None of us do.

[yourghosthost]

She can't be reasoned with.

[from behind, a chilling hand falls on to ford's shoulder.]

You all need to leave. Now.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's shoulder tenses up, and a chill goes through him. He turns and isn't surprised to see their dearly departed host.]

But—her head. Where in the hell is her head?

[yourghosthost]

If you want to go in there and find it, be my guest. But there is a reason you have all been warned about coming in here.

[toogoodforhim]

You can't bury her without her head!

[Hi yes one protest here

Down here on the floor with the sisters]

[yourghosthost]

That has not stopped me before.

[toogoodforhim]

Are you really so cruel that you won't let Elsa see her sister's face one last time?

[yourghosthost]

You want to show the traumatized woman her sister's decapitated head.

[toogoodforhim]

Preferably I want to just undo the last three hours completely so that none of this happened at all, but Anna deserves better than to have her...head just lying up here.

[Come on he's going to use a scarf to hide the point of severance, duh.]

[kindaruledatit]

You could have told us murderous ghosts were up here!!

[yourghosthost]

Did you believe that the signs were for decoration?

[sixfingeredstan]

Fine, I'll—

[Ford pauses, mid-reckless behavior. No. He can't. He can't chance something happening to him and leaving Fiddleford here to his own devices, not when they've just made so much progress. He has to think about someone other than himself and the things he deems necessary.

He bows his head, and turns to leave, calling back over his shoulder.]

I want it found and buried with her. She deserves a decent burial. Elsa deserves that.

[yourghosthost]

Fine.

[this is the first time he's actually...angry.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Good.

[Ford doesn't give a shit if he's angry. Ford is angry. Innocent people are dying and there's nothing he's been able to do about it so far.

He heads out of the room, shoulders slouched.]

[ilovepuppies]

How the heck can you be so calm about this!?

[folkscallmewander]

Star. [Wander pokes her side and whispers. He has finally broken out of Sylvia's grip, and he's got unfinished business here.] You need to leave. Right now. We can talk to Ghostave later.

[He tugs on her shirt. She needs to stop seeing Anna right now, so away from the attic she must go.]

[ilovepuppies]

I don't wanna talk to him! [Star that's exactly what you're doing right now] I wanna punch him in his slimy, ugly FACE!

[folkscallmewander]

You can't punch him! It's not his fault!

[ilovepuppies]

It is! He's just sitting here and letting all this happen!

[kindaruledatit]

I do too, Star. A lot. [She'd love to punch a ghost. It's on her bucket list.] But now might just... not be the time.

[Especially not up here]

[ilovepuppies]

But he's RIGHT THERE!

[terribibble]

[Hey guys what's going on in this thrOH MY GOD

Fiddleford didn't look at the last decapitated corpse, mainly because that time he had very ample warning. This time there's no warning at all beyond the general impression that something had gone very wrong at the top of the stairs, so when he arrives on the scene and sees exactly what the scene is it sort of knocks the wind out of him. He doesn't scream but he does make a kind of long, high, thin sound like a pot boiling over. Again? So soon? And so violently. That sure wasn't a paring knife and it sure wasn't an accident, either.

Of especial concern is this goddamn idiot correcting a ghost on stuff that is obviously not as important as not dying.]

D-don't -- don't argue with it!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford turns and is incredibly dismayed to see that Fiddleford has found his way up here. His anger melts away, and he starts shaking his head.]

Fiddleford, go. You don't—you shouldn't have to see any of this.

[God knows he's traumatized enough.]

[terribibble]

[Well he sure isn't looking at the corpse if he can help it. He got a split-second view before he refocused on a convenient patch of wall. A split-second glance was more than enough.

It's just that he couldn't not respond to those noises. He couldn't. Not after none of them responded to Mulan and two young women died for it.]

We should all go. Get out of here before... before anythin' else happens.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford, meanwhile, is soaked in Anna's blood, horrible dark stains all across his turtleneck. He nods.]

I'll be out momentarily. I need to put some things in order.

[Namely, seeing to it that the princess's head is found and buried properly with her.]