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foolishmortals2017-07-09 11:31 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-09 11:31 am
WEEK 5
[Wander and Sylvia are dead, the Ghost Host was snuffed out like a light, and Tarzan is nowhere to be seen. It seems like in an instant everything is changed, not just the circumstances, but the mansion itself. It feels like it's gotten significantly colder in the mansion, and you might also start seeing bugs out of the corner of you eyes, darting away into darkness the moment you try to focus on them.
And, starting this week, any and all ghosts are eerily absent but at the same time, no matter where you go, you feel like you're being watched by something. To make matters worse, the attic doors have been nailed open.
But there are some bright spots in this week. When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find that you have a brand new tuxedo hanging up on your bedroom door, in your exact size. Later, if you're curious enough to try going from the second floor to the attic, you'll find that there's a whole new floor to explore, but this time it's just comprised of two rooms: a smallish but serviceable laundry room and an expansive casino with an attached bar.
Don't tell Jiminy about this he will have a heart attack.
Feel free to explore, but maybe you want to keep away from the Stretching Room for awhile. Somebody cut the noose on the hanging corpse.
17 guests remain.]
{OOC: Don't forget to fill our your Week 4 Activity Check!}
And, starting this week, any and all ghosts are eerily absent but at the same time, no matter where you go, you feel like you're being watched by something. To make matters worse, the attic doors have been nailed open.
But there are some bright spots in this week. When you wake up on Sunday, you'll find that you have a brand new tuxedo hanging up on your bedroom door, in your exact size. Later, if you're curious enough to try going from the second floor to the attic, you'll find that there's a whole new floor to explore, but this time it's just comprised of two rooms: a smallish but serviceable laundry room and an expansive casino with an attached bar.
Don't tell Jiminy about this he will have a heart attack.
Feel free to explore, but maybe you want to keep away from the Stretching Room for awhile. Somebody cut the noose on the hanging corpse.
17 guests remain.]
{OOC: Don't forget to fill our your Week 4 Activity Check!}
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After hours of hunger and guilt, he eventually has to leave his room. His mom always said "the early cricket avoids those flying death monsters looking for worms" and it was too ingrained for him to spend a whole day in bed. That was, like, a whole percent of his life.
Holy shit, was he really almost four months already? He was stuck here for a third of his lifetime already.
Trying to brush these thoughts out of mind, he began his day searching for those bugs he keeps seeing around. Maybe he could find someone sympathetic who knew a way out of this hellhole.
With that failed, he moves to explore the new floor. He's, of course, disgusted by this horrible casino, but... honestly, he can't even work up a lot of anger right now. What was the point?
He plops a seat near the front of the room, glaring at anyone who steps too close to the tables or the bar, but he's not gonna start a confrontation unless someone else speaks up.]
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Wander
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Ghostave/Ghost Host
She doesn't care how the others feel about the host, though the mess at the end of the trial... hopefully warmed them up to him a bit. She'll add his name, and if anyone tries to mess with it, she'll make sure it stays up there. As for the offerings... Wander and Sylvia get little ice sculptures of themselves, both smiling, Wander propped up on Sylvia's shoulders. For the host... she doesn't know what she could offer him, so she makes a small sculpture of him as well, smiling and bowing.
Later, she'll be in the graveyard, though she looks pretty nervous being out here. After everything that happened... yeah. She wasn't really keen on coming back to the scene of so much chaos. But there were still things to do, things to take care of... those things being the gravestones, of course. There are still some she hadn't gotten to when she was cleaning up last week, and with the ones the others had knocked over during the investigation... she can't just leave it all like that.
Later on, she'll be in the game room once more. She doesn't call out to any of the spirits, even though she's pretty worried about Ezra after what happened to the Host... but with news that even more malevolent spirits are haunting around the mansion, she realized she needs to be more careful. Still, she can't just go without saying anything...]
Ezra, if you or any of your friends can hear this... you don't have to respond, but I hope you're okay. And I hope you know I still want to help you, now more than ever.
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Blessed day there's a laundry room. She sets about washing, uh. Everything? Like, she used her sheets as a makeshift dress for a while so literally everything just needs to be washed. After that's done and drying, Julia wanders into the casino. That part of the new floor isn't really of great concern to her. She's not overly interested in gambling, and after playing a few rounds on the slot machine she's realized these ones don't also contain their stuff.
The bar, however, has her attention. She's not in the mood to drink heavily right this second, not after the afterparty and the terrible American vodka, but she's delighted that this exists now. She's even more delighted to discover beer on tap and immediately starts pouring small amounts into a glass and tasting them. They're not ones she recognizes, but she finds they're not all terrible either.]
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Lea is hungover.
Feeling like death warmed over, he eventually staggers out (in his tuxedo top and pants), through the foyer, squinting at any light regardless of brightness, and makes his way to the kitchen. However, food... isn't appetizing right now. But maybe there's a miracle hangover cure somewhere.
He's not much more chipper when he leaves. A glass of water helped take the edge off, but it still feels like his eyes are melting out of his skull. He flops facedown on a couch in the lounge and groans.
It's not until his hangover finally begins to clear that he goes exploring. When he finds the laundry room, he washes his normal clothes. They desperately need it.]
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What the hell is with the tux. He frowns at it, but eventually opts to at least wear the pants with his undershirt, so he can give the rest of his clothes a good wash later. He still wears his signature jacket though, so honestly not much of a change here.
Later, in the kitchen he's laid out a simple spread of food for folks who may or may not have hangovers. There's a huge glass of water for each guest, chopped and peeled fruit, and simple, basic sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but enough to take an edge off.
If anyone's feeling really headachey, he can be found trying to attempt a remedy he's only vaguely heard about through others. Garlic, eggs, milk, ginger, and some miscellaneous veggies......INTO THE BLENDER THEY GO. If the normal food isn't working for you, Mike will try to hand the concoction over to whoever needs. it.]
Okay, I'll be honest--not sure if this is the right recipe, but it's. . .maybe supposed to cure a hangover? It'll wake you up at the very least.
[Horrible. Later, once he's realized other people are checking it out, he'll go to peek into the casino and--bar?! Jeezus, that doesn't bode well. Instead of hanging out there, he'll go back downstairs into the billiards room, just playing a game of pool by himself with a cup of coffee on the side. Said coffee may have a dash of leftover moonshine in it but shhh.]
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Also, while probably not the best idea when he's recovering from a concussion, he's managed to severely tame his downright scruffy-looking chin back down to his regular sideburns and a normal amount of stubble. Four weeks was too long. We're not making it five.
And now that he doesn't have to hold onto the wall for support, he's in a surprisingly good mood. He's had to scrub his shirt clean (again. why is it always BLOOD on his shirt and not normal stains), but because he was too out of it to scrub it before it had the chance to set the collar is stained a little brown. But he has no desire to navigate a whole tuxedo's worth of buttons first thing in the morning so he's just running around in his usual garb, two-inch heels and all.
He doesn't make anything for breakfast (though he makes sure that the mint tea is set out on the counter for anyone who's having a Hard Morning), but come dinnertime he's in the kitchen making soup again. Something hearty and warm and with plenty of flavorful broth for anyone who's still feeling a little under the weather.
Come night time, he sneaks across the hall to room 116, pillow in hand, and knocks quietly on the door.]
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Pants are nice to wear, also.
Naminé goes to the kitchen first for a cup of tea and some toast. She doesn't really have much of an appetite, but she's looking at the eggs and bacon. Maybe she can make something for everyone...?
Later on, in the dining room, there are enough eggs, bacon, and toast for everyone. Naminé is there, sketching a portrait of Tarzan in the jungle. She hopes that, wherever he is, he's having fun, and he'll be able to meet Jane again. Every so often, she has to stop and push her hair out of her eyes; she'd forgotten how it got in the way. She spends most of her time in the dining room, but she darts back and forth from there to the foyer to lay sketches at the memorials.
And then, later that night, she slips notes Maui's door. It's short, but very to the point: Please meet me in the dining room tonight. I have something to tell you.
--Naminé
As for Lefou, she'll go directly to his room and knock. ]
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I hope a late tag isn't too bad; foyer
not at all!
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foolish mortals: now under new management
A replacement has been chosen. Meet in the casino hall.
[Once everyone has congregated, the lights go dim, and a spotlight shines in the middle of the room.
The door audibly locks. Something moves about in the shadows.
Now we wait.]
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[There's a casino, huh. Demyx knows a bit about some types of cards and gambling games, courtesy of Luxord. That guy sure loves his gambling, and Demyx had joined him a few times. Not to the point of knowing that much about it, though.
Demyx grabs a deck of cards]
Do you know how that pick up fifty-two game is supposed to be played? I don't really remember.
[Demyx throws the deck into the air, the cards all fluttering to the floor]
This is all I remember. I'm not even sure if this is right.
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Still, by afternoon, he comes out reluctantly to stretch his legs and look after the state of things. It's definitely gotten eerier around the house, and when he goes upstairs and sees the attic doors nailed open, it gets a shiver out of him, remembering the last time those doors were open. But he wants to give the casino hall a more thorough investigation, once he's discovered with no small amount of relief that there's a laundry room. No more washing his things in the shower!
He spends some time looking around the casino hall, looking over the various machines with a wary but critical eye. Eventually, he finds himself at the bar, and despite the hangover he'd nursed on Saturday, decides a drink couldn't hurt. Mostly, he's sort of excited to have a fully-stocked bar to play around with. He'd always liked learning how to make fancy drinks as a younger man, in the hopes that once his work attained fame, he'd be entertaining some of the most important scientific minds of the day.
For lack of anything better to do, he starts putting out drinks: an Old-Fashioned, a whiskey sour, a dirty martini, a gin gimlet, and a tequila sunrise. He'll take requests, too, should anyone else happen to come snooping around.]
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With some renewed energy, she sets about exploring more of the mansion in detail. The first two weeks had been nothing but looking for a way to dig out or bust out, now she's just curious about everything.
Her door is always open because, well, she can't exactly close it easily, and today the door to her bathroom is also wide open. Believe it or not, she actually hasn't really explored this thing before. Day one she took one step onto the cold tile and aborted mission. Today she is determined. And her efforts are greatly rewarded.
The lion has discovered the shower.
She can make it rain! And she is sitting with her head under the spray, blinking as animals do when there's water falling on their heads, and she's sticking her tongue out to catch the droplets and drink them.]
This is the best thing this stupid cave has to offer!
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Tuesday
MOTIVE: Bring Back What Once Was Mine
Alright, bozos! Lets gets this over with!
[The television screen comes to life, playing multiple scenes from each remaining guests' life - including things that haven't happened to them yet.]
All this, boys, can be changed! Past, present and future - get away with murder and we'll change anything you like! No limits, no charge, so try your luck!
Oh, and one more thing.
I heard about all your...talk. Every time that old crone you guys used to have would do this, he'd leave and you guys would start calling him "weaksauce". So, one more thing! Just to butter your bread a little more.
[The television screens switch a different feed - a bound and gagged Tarzan thrashing wildly about what seems to be a prison cell.]
In addition to your weekly motive...from now on, every week you don't kill someone, we cut off one of his limbs.
Alright, we good here? Aight! Lets get this show on the road!
[The television screen switches back to the previous montage of clips, and will stay on this feed for the rest of the week.]
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He spends a good portion of time right after the announcements in the bar. Nothing is stopping him from going behind the counter and just grabbing himself an entire bottle of whiskey to drink, so that's exactly what he does. Directly from the bottle, too. He doesn't have the ray and he can't really forget but by god he is going to numb this at least.
Later, once the whiskey is in his system proper... well, he feels better for a given value of 'better', but he doesn't have any more of a grip on himself than before. He's parked himself outside in the graveyard with his banjo, leaned up against one of the decrepit trees. Despite definitely not being sober his playing is still near-perfect. Some things you just don't lose. At least when he's playing he's distracted. It's something to do with his hands that's not tearing his own hair out, which he's almost done a couple of times today. God, he's backsliding so bad.
Certain people will also find notes slipped under their doors. There is one for Star. There is one for Elsa. There is one for everyone they've lost, which he leaves folded into the smallest square possible at the memorial in the foyer. What's written on it is between him and them.]
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Okay, listen, this is a good idea, but he's 5'8" in heels and this TV is not easy for him to cover the entirety of. So there's a lot of jumping and flinging, like the most ineffectual net-throwing ever, and also a couple times where he almost falls off of one of his heels and has to brace himself against the nearby craps table to not hit the floor.
Once that's done, he retires to the bar to sit on one of the stools and glare in the direction of the covered-up TV while he nurses a bottle of wine.
And then a second one. It's fine. He's fine.
The door to Room 103 is cracked open, tonight.]
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I'm pretty good with water magic, eh?
[He says during some of the fights with the Heartless. And he's right, he's very good]
I dunno how this place makes me unable to do any of that, but they're lucky, right? Because if I could use any magic in here, we'd be out in the first day.
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Scattered around him are a collection of goods. While most of it is available, Maui is slowly eating that string of sausages. In fact it's hanging out of his mouth. Gross.
Later, Maui could be found in the casino hall, having peeled away the sheets for the time being and watching the feed. He made a point of only looking now and again, not wanting to see any of his friends' secrets before they were ready. He did, however, stop and stare at his own moments on screen. Those who might stumble upon him in this moment would see him nicking a green stone, of yelling at a little girl and flying away, and then of a broken hook, mixed with various other scenes.
Eventually, it would grow to be too much, and Maui would storm from the room and into the bar. Watch as he downs an entire bottle, then another, then looks about rather dumbfounded.]
Yo, it's not working.
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For that reason, he's doing what he can to lift people's spirits. That means making his mom's custard puffs recipe one more time. He can be found in the kitchen, coking furiously. This time, though...
... It actually works. He manages to pull of the choux, and pipe it onto a lined tray, and bake it into lovely puffs. The custard's a little runny, but he fills them regardless. He even uses leftover egg whites to make meringues! It's a baking miracle, something his mom's been helping him try to make for ages.
It does take most of the day to accomplish, though, and he's exhausted by the time he's done. He returns to room 120, once he's satisfied that he's been able to help people feel better, no matter how small the aid.]
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Which means a trip back to WALL-E's room. The door is left hanging open, and anyone who pokes their head in will find WALL-E finally appraising his vending machine items and organizing them a little better. The pizza and what used to be a frappucino have been tossed aside due to WALL-E having no use for food or drinks, though he is keeping the Buy'N'Large cup as it's a brand he recognizes. The clothes and hats have been dumped together in one pile, and everything else is where he's trying to decide what piles to put them into. He doesn't know what this lightsaber is, but it makes cool noises when he moves it back and forth.]
Whoa...
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Hey, uh, is any of this yours? I've been kind of gathering this stuff for too long, I think.
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Mike gets an assortment of items, and per usual he lays most of it out. He has plans for a couple of items.
Around lunchtime, some folks may hear Mike let out a whistle from the kitchen. Why? Well he's lucky enough to have gotten back a piping hot extra large Antonio's pizza (with the works!), and there's just enough to share if cut into equal slices. He looks SO HAPPY.]
Whooo YEAH, now that's what I'm talking about! Come and get some grub while it's hot, guys! It's probably not gonna last.
[He is a simple boy. Later though, for one item in particular--the photo--Mike never lays it out, tucking it in his back pocket. The people in it are unfamiliar at first, but then those distinct noses hit him. So later that evening, he's knocking on McGucket's door.]
Yooo, McGucket? Fidds? You in there, dude? Got a delivery.
[A good or bad delivery?? It's a mystery.
Otherwise Mike can be found poking at the microbots and other misc items he's garnered all day in the lounge. He might also try a Kanine Krunchie just. Out of stupid teenage curiosity. Just because there's a dog on the box doesn't mean it's automatically for dogs??? He will probably gag on it.
In any case, feel free to take stuff or help him figure out what to do with shit or call him out for eating fucking dog treats.]
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and all the coffee has booze in it
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Event...?
All you sad sacks come to the casino for a special event!
[Maybe it's friendly?]
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