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[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.]

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[There's nothing sexier than referring to your boyfriend as your 'old pal'.

Ford ticks off on his fingers.]

The whiskey, some French Vermouth, and Campari. It's like a trip across Europe in a glass.

[It's about on-par with 'buddy', but at least 'buddy' is a pet name he's already used to.]

Uh-huh. How fancy.

[Whatever misgivings he might have about french vermouth and campari, they don't stop him drinking more. Should he really be drinking this early in the day? Probably not. But with the liver he has it's not like one will do anything to him beyond a pleasant warmth.]

[That was one time.]

I thought so. It's good to expand your horizons a little, you know.

[Just be grateful he didn't give you anything with grenadine or orange juice in it. He leans across the bar, chin cradled in one hand.]

You don't, ah. Think anyone's onto us, do you?

[WELL THAT SURE IS A QUESTION FORD COULD ASK HIM MID-SIP. He sputters, swallows, coughs. Sets the drink down a little too hard. Whuf.]

You -- wh-- why do you ask?

[Ford slowly raises an eyebrow.]

...Well. There was that bit with Mike yesterday. 'Mind holding onto your guy?'. That sort of sounded...well, it had connotations.

... Yes. Yes, that, I... well I don't know if he knows or if he just meant it in a friendly sort of way? He could've.

[He shifts uncomfortably on the bar stool.]

Lefou knows. He noticed the, ah. [He raises a hand and presses it over his neck, where there's still a faint bruise if you look hard enough.]

[Ford swallows uncomfortably.]

He did mention something, a few weeks ago, before our talk...about how you and I would be a good pair. I think perhaps he's a little more perceptive than I thought.

[Ford's face grows very warm at the next assertion.]

Ah. Well. That's....probably my fault, isn't it.

I told you it'd leave a mark.

[But he didn't say 'stop', did he?]

And anyway he... he gave me some good advice. About the whole thing. So it worked out alright.

I—you could have told me to stop, you know!

[He's looking just a tiny bit sullen.]

Did he, now? Well—good. Good. If anyone's going to know first, I'm glad it's him.

Well I figured pointin' out it was goin' to leave a mark would've been your cue!

[And that was his mistake, wasn't it, because Ford Pines doesn't pick up on cues like that. He barely picks up on clear statements said directly to his face, for christ's sake.]

Anyway it's... it's fine. It's alright. As far as I know he's the only one, or at least the only one who made a comment about it. He's... he's a good man. He was awful kind.

Well—now I know for next time.

[Though it certainly hadn't sounded like a complaint to his ears.]

Well...good. That's good. He's a very good man. I think me talking to him last week really helped him come out of his shell a little. The ordeal on Friday...

[Ford shakes his head.]

Scared the daylights out of me.

[It'd been bad enough as it was.]

The whole thing did.

[He makes an executive decision and downs the rest of his drink. He won't ask for another, not yet, but it's nice to have the one.]

It's... it's real awful to realize that two folks dyin' is... is better than it could've been. Y'know?

[Ford bobs his head, and begins putting together a drink for himself. Gin, tonic, splash of cherry bitters. It's pink, and it's fizzy, and it's delicious.]

I know. It makes you realize how skewed things are getting in here.

[That's the gayest drink he's ever seen.

So, yeah, that tracks.]

It could've been four. Christ, I hope Tarzan's doin' alright wherever they've put him.

[That's been one of the most distressing parts, honestly, the realization that a man went missing a week ago and nobody knows quite where he is. They were told he wasn't dead, but that's no guarantee that things will remain that way.]

[Ford slowly shakes his head as he downs a good slug of his drink. His Adam's apple bobs heavily in his throat.]

I know. I don't like to think that...that he might not return.

[He still can't believe none of them noticed the signs. They were certainly there.]

Right... right.

Which is awful, hopin' he'd come back here.

[There's just no good solution. There's never a good solution here and it's slowly wearing him down to the bone.]

I know. But better here than...

[Ford makes a vague gesture with his hand. Dead.]

Did you want another one?

I was thinkin' about it. If you wanted to whip me up another I'd be much obliged.

[He doesn't know if there's any way to make this better in the long run but alcohol is a good stopgap.]

[Ford drops a wink and sets about making another Old Pal for his...buddy.]

Anything for you.

[And hey, this isn't a bad way to while away the afternoon.]

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well this whole conversation is 20 times as depressing now

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