WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Almost like some kind of curse, the more lame the motive, the more horrible the murder turns out to be

The next land is open, and this appears to be the last one you're getting, as from here it closes the loop around the park.

... You might be able to see a familiar face there this week too. Take that as you will.]

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[thegreateggscape]

[As usual, with a new land opening up, it was necessary for Ginger to go and check it out. She heads into the hall of mirrors and...she's sure she's been through this mirror before. That one, too. She might be going in circles again, and it's really hard not to be distracted by the other chicken in the mirror.]

[in4apounding]

[Wow this place is- distracting, is probably the best word.]

...This place is weird, Ginger.

[thegreateggscape]

You're right on that, Penny.

[She says, nodding at...the Penny-reflection in one of the mirrors.]

[in4apounding]

[Yeah that's. A pretty gross distortion going on.]

The more we see of this place the less I'm sure it was ever actually an amusement park.

[Who is this meant to appeal to?]

[thegreateggscape]

Maybe if you stretch the meaning of "amusement"...

[An involuntary head bob at the reflection]

You could definitely spend a long time in here, at least.

[Almost the same.]

[in4apounding]

That might just be getting lost, I don't think that's the kind of time I want to spend here.

[thegreateggscape]

I think we might be doing that right now.

[studentbody]

[Ginger might eventually come upon Cleo, who is...sitting on the floor, admiring herself in the mirror, and trying to put on a full face of makeup using various novelty items she's scavenged from the gift shop.]

Ugh, can you believe they don't have a single stick of kohl eyeliner in this place? Pathetic.

[thegreateggscape]

Is that something that's important?

[studentbody]

Yes.

[She turns so Ginger can see her eyes, which are currently outlined meticulously in black Sharpie, and also looking a little...bloodshot.]

Otherwise I just look tired and sad. It sucks.

[thegreateggscape]

[Oh that is a sight...she reels back a little bit. Yeesh.]

You...don't have to worry about keeping up appearances here.

[studentbody]

Are you kidding? I have to worry about it even more! If I don't have my good looks, I'm gonna get murdered for sure.

[thegreateggscape]

No one's going to murder you for not looking good. Otherwise Mr. Wonka would be dead already.

[studentbody]

Oh my God, you're so right.

[She turns to Ginger and clasps her hands gratefully.]

Thank you, chicken. I needed to hear that.

[thegreateggscape]

My name is Ginger.

[Exasperated sigh]

But you're welcome.

[studentbody]

Ginger. Right. Like the cookie.

[She's so bad at remembering names, even with their numbers dwindling so quickly, or maybe especially. It's only partly because she doesn't care. But Ginger has been nice to her; she tells herself she's going to try harder to remember.]

[thegreateggscape]

...I guess?

[She would've thought her being orange would be the hint. But, hey, whatever works.]