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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Comments

[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.]