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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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She finds him in the graveyard, past all the tombstones she knocked over in her rage last Friday. She has the note in her hand as she stares at him blankly.]
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took so long to -- t-to even say anythin' at all, I just didn't know how, I, ah. [He has to cut himself off before he starts rambling and never stops.] Anyway the point is -- the point is I shouldn't've... I shouldn't've assumed how I did.
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I'm still gonna put spiders in your bed.
[That's Mewman for "apology accepted", I guess.]
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Wh -- aw, please, don't. Things're bad enough right now.
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SHE IS]
They were my friends.
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I know -- I know! They were mine too, I just...
[His brain's fuzzy with the alcohol so it's harder to articulate this than it would be if he were only just panicking a little.]
I didn't want it to be you, I swear I didn't, I don't think you'd kill anyone on purpose or nothin' but you were talkin' about demons and ghosts and I thought you might've accidentally -- [His voice stutters out and stops. It still sounds so stupid no matter how he tries to justify it. It felt like a real possibility then and now he just feels stupid.] I didn't... I didn't want it to be you.
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I'm not gonna-
[She pauses, because she is considering it now.] ...I wouldn't hurt any of you guys.
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[Stupid. Blind. Scared. Why is he here, he's no good with this sort of thing, and one of these days he's going to get someone killed who doesn't deserve it.]
M'sorry, my head's all... [He waves a hand. The movement is a little wobblier than he means it to be.] M'not makin' as much sense as I'd like.
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[Star has no idea what 'drunk' is, she just thinks he's not taking her seriously.]
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[No. No he is not. Okay, that is. He's taking her very seriously.]
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[tfw the weird girl is calling you weird.]
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I, ah. I'm not entirely sober if we're bein' very honest. M'sorry. This conversation went a lot better in my head and now I've gone and tarred it all up.
[He wasn't tipsy for it in his head. He was also a lot less panicky, but it's easy to imagine himself calm and a lot harder to actually make it a reality.]
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[If someone else has been kidnapped and replaced with a random fat guy with demon magic then she quits.]
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You know what, the universe has given him an out. If she doesn't realize he's kind of drunk then he is going to neatly sidestep any sort of embarrassment having to do with it and everybody will be just a little happier. It's fine.]
Never-- nevermind. S'fine. Just means I'm not... I mean it's been a long week already n'all. I'm just tired and not thinkin' so straight.
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[He would never want to be that insensitive, and being drunk and without filter means he reacts to the idea even worse than he might normally. He wanted to apologize and he's just made everything twice as bad, hasn't he, god dammit.]
I ought to just shut up.
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[Man, what's the point in yelling at him if he's gonna act like a doofus, anyway. She turns to leave, but stops as her foot hits a bit of loose stone that broke off a gravestone. For a brief moment the thought of today's motive enters her head, that she could take this rock and-
She lets out a distressed squeak as she pushes that thought away.]
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