WEEK 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[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.]

[ SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY ]

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Comments

[aboyandhiscar]

. . .

Well.

Don't.

[??? Is he trying to be smart?

Nah. He leans back against the bar.]

C'mon--right here, tell me how horrible you think you are. Scale of one to ten. Are you a twenty? Not telling you to get it all out. . .I don't think you can, dude. But, hey. There's a reason why folks scream out sometimes.

[terribibble]

Don't you even joke about that. Bein' stuck with nothin' but the Pink Elephant stuff would just be the last straw, it really would.

[At least he can feel safe right now, in this moment, with Ford's arms around him and his hands tucked up against Ford's chest right over the soft beat of his heart.]

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou may have stormed off to his room, but it's not long after that he comes back out, with a bundle of sheets in his arms and a determined look on his face. He heads straight up to the casino and...

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.]

[arpeggiositar]

Yeah. You're right. You can't trust them. This doesn't mean it's true. I'll believe that.

[He doesn't look like he's reassured at all, but...at least he's not panicking any further? That's good enough for now]

[terribibble]

[Guess who's been behind this bar nursing an entire bottle of whiskey for a while? This guy. He probably could have helped Lefou put up that sheet, being nearly 6'3'' and all, but he was busy. Y'know, with the whiskey.

It's been a very long, very bad day, okay. When he realizes he has company he decides to stand up, which is a process that involves a lot of wobbling and misjudging exactly where his long limbs are at any given time. Finally he manages to brace himself on the counter with the hand not still clutching the bottle, allowing him to drag himself upright like the Swamp Thing's hick cousin rising from the bayou.

He's doing great. Obviously.]

Hhhhey. Hello.

[kindaruledatit]

...No, no, no, no, no, no.

[She suddenly realizes the words coming out of her mouth, and the urge to slap herself over it was strong. She's tired, and now she's panicking.]

Ugh. Dude- Mcgucket. I didn't - I don't think you're going to murder anyone! Not for this!

[chainbroke]

[ oh no mlems ]

It would be nice, wouldn't it? To go swimming.

[ At least, it looks like fun. She wouldn't know, she's never gone swimming. ]

[chainbroke]

I'm... I'm sorry. I don't want it to be weird.

[ It's gonna get pretty weird. She shifts in her seat. ]

It's just... You deserve to know something about me. And I'm not sure how to tell you about it.

[chainbroke]

He is. And he's kind, and he wants to help everyone. I think you two would get along.

[ It takes her a moment to look up at him, but she smiles gratefully. ]

I couldn't not fix it... He deserves so much more than being someone's puppet.

[wannagetsmote]

[Heihei looked up at Lefou, offering a bewildered cluck. He waddled forward, pecking at the knee-cuffs that the man was working on. He might not have been bright enough to crow, but at least he could help with the shinies.

Maybe.]

The chicken? No. He'll yell at any other time, though. Usually you just throw something over him and he quiets down.

[Without waiting for Lefou, Maui flopped back down in the bed. He did his best to push himself toward the edge, though there still wasn't very much room for his companion. Whatever, Lefou had said he would make it work.]

Honestly, Heihei isn't good for much. Won't eat enough to be edible, frequently chokes on things to big for him to eat. You get used to it though.

[chainbroke]

[ Wendy's so cool.......... ]

W-well, if that happens, I'll let you know. You're really tough, and you have that axe.

[ Wendy could totally be a Kingdom Hearts party member lbr. ]

[wannagetsmote]

I see.

[Without hesitating, he leaned toward her. A hand came out, resting on her shoulder gingerly, before coming back and resting on his knee. Propping his chin up, he regarded her with what he hoped would be a reassuring smile.]

Tell you what. Secret for a secret? I'll tell you something about me, if you return the favor?

[chainbroke]

[ It works, remarkably. Naminé's still on edge, but her shoulders relax a little. ]

Oh--you don't have to do that, Maui, really.

[toogoodforhim]

[Luckily the shiny gold buttons were attached quite well, so unless he tried to fork down the entire leg of Lefou's breeches while he was in them he wouldn't get far.

LeFou smiled at Maui when the man got comfortable again.]

What do you call him? Heihei?

[He asked, as he made short work of the buttons on the other knee and then stood to shimmy down his breeches and slide his stocking-clad legs out of them. His motions were deft and neat as he unbuckled his garters and rolled his white stockings down his calves.

Undressed down to his underwear (and his calves were honestly even whiter than the rest of him, except at his knees where they were pinched red by his breeches), he looked at Maui flopped on the bed, trying to figure out how to fit himself in there. He was short, but he wasn't small. Folding his clothes and leaving them on top of the dresser, he put one knee on the bed and then followed through, sliding into what little space there was left. He hesitated, propped up on one elbow, looking at Maui's face to make sure it was alright. He could feel the warmth from Maui's body and they were barely touching.]

Is this...

[wannagetsmote]

[The demi-god was quick to shake his head, sending a cascade of dark hair back and forth over his shoulders.]

Fair is fair. And I want you to be comfortable, kid.

[chainbroke]

[ Aw, Jiminy, you're making her blush. ]

Then, enjoy, and take as much as you would like. I can make more, if we run out.

[chainbroke]

Well... yes. I like to draw, and I've been singing a little... and cooking is fun.

[arpeggiositar]

I'm not sure you'd understand how it feels, but...thanks.

[Danger seemingly averted]

Uh, please don't tell anyone? It's the kind of stuff I don't like to talk about. And please really don't mention it to Naminé and Lea. That...that wouldn't be a good idea, for many reasons.

[One because Naminé would shed light on the Organization's evil actions and the other because Lea doesn't know anything, and it's better he doesn't find out. Could affect his future]

[chainbroke]

[ Why in the world is everyone so nice here. What the heck. ]

... Okay. I won't stop you.

[ She hesitates, twisting her hands together in her lap. ]

I'm not human, Maui. I'm what's called a Nobody, a being without a heart. I'm not supposed to exist.

[wannagetsmote]

Yeah. It's... his real name. But Honey Nut is good too. [When Wander had been around, Maui had done his best to vehemently oppose the name. Now, despite his attachments to Moana and the name the chicken was originally given, it felt wrong to suddenly forget what the orange creature had done.

Thankfully, Maui didn't need to think about it for long. Lefou's clumsy efforts were noted. Maybe the discretion might have won someone else over at some point, but for the unabashed demi-god, it just felt like it was beating around the coconut tree. Reaching out with one thick, strong arm, Maui pulled the smaller man closer.

He imagined he might have done the same thing to some sort of stuffed creature, had he ever the time to be a child.]

This is just fine.

[wannagetsmote]

Guess we... both have problems with hearts, huh? [He shrugged. The whole... not having a heart thing bothered him, if only because what he knew about hearts made that sort of impossible. But Namine wasn't the lying type, or at least he didn't think she was.

All in all? He had no reason to doubt her.]

Okay, then. You're a nobody. Doesn't change anything between us -- don't see why it would.

[chainbroke]

[ Everyone here is going to keep confusing her, aren't they? They're so accepting that it's sort of dizzying. ]

It-- you're not... uncomfortable?

[wannagetsmote]

I mean, I don't understand it but... you've been a Nothing all along, right? So... it's not like it changes anything, knowing what you are?

[Big Shrugs.]

[chainbroke]

That's true. But, Maui... I'm only half of a person. I'm-- it was a mistake, my creation.

[wannagetsmote]

Hey. Stop it.

[This time, when Maui touched her shoulders, he did so with both hands. Both his voice and his touch were firm, but certainly not too harsh. He wanted her to feel confident in his words, not be terrified by him.]

You? You aren't a mistake. Because if you are, that means I am too. And people keep telling me I'm not, so... yeah.