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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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That's what you think, yeah?
Well, you'd know better than me, I guess.
But the only guy I know is still the one standing right here. I dunno if I'm supposed to be thinking anything differently now. Should I be?
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[What the fuck, Mike. That doesn't make any sense.]
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That one--[he points at the scene where he gets temp sucked into the portal]--not sure what in the heck that was, but jeeze the fact you have any wits at all after that is a freaking triumph. But somehow, you're still sounding like a voice of reason.
And there--[The weird. . .gun thing at Ford? Hm.]--gotta admit, that gave me a doubletake. Dunno what you're doing, but.
Doesn't seem like Pops is all that upset about it now. 'Course, I could be wrong. [A half shrug. ]
. . .look man, I get it. You've done some messed up stuff, you've seen some crazy stuff. But to me, to us here? You're still you.
[He looks to the screen again. He's not sure on it, but there's like, no one else here with a nose like Fidds, so the old guy scampering? He has an idea. He frowns again.]
No matter what happens, you're grounded in the present right now. That's gotta count for something.
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[His hands slide up into his hair and tangle in tight but he manages not to yank. No. No.
Mike is making sense. He knows that logically. He also knows logically that Mike is trying to help him and his heart aches for how much he appreciates it coming from this boy he's barely known a month. He doesn't deserve it.]
M'sorry. M'sorry I'm just -- can't just shrug this off. Can't just -- can't just breathe it away. But thank you. For tryin'. I just -- I can't.
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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.
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I've tried all my life to be a good person a-and every time I do, every time it just -- it goes like that. Somethin' goes wrong and takes a left turn and I still think I'm doin' good but really I'm just, I'm just...
[He waves a hand at the screen, at Ford's terrified expression seconds before a beam of blue light hits his face.]
I'm such a goddamn idiot.
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He lets Fiddleford ramble, tapping a foot a bit anxiously. He's not one to just let someone put themselves down, after all. He's restraining himself. . .least til that last comment.]
Woah, hey, back up there bucko.
Look, I know I can't stop you from thinking that you're a bad person. Or thinking that maybe we feel differently now, that you're just some weird old dude. No one can change that with a quick pep talk.
But, c'mon man, you're no idiot. Everything you've done here, everything you've done in that feed, and I bet everything you do in the future, it's cuz you think it's for the best. You're not some bad guy hatching some crazy schemes, you're a dude from Tennessee just trying to get by. Are you gonna have regrets? Heck, do you have regrets right now? Oooh yeah you do. Your eyes are like, layered with them.
A real idiot would have given up at this point. Heck, you wouldn't even have a future to be upset about if you were. But you still keep going, still keep trying to figure things out. And you're gonna keep doing that. I'm no fortune teller, but any man like that? Eventually, somehow, they're gonna see it through.
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That'd... that'd be fine if I wasn't... I mean makin' mistakes is fine. Everyone does that. But I hurt people.
['Your eyes are layered with them' sure isn't going to be the words that repeat in his head when he can't sleep tonight. Not at all.]
I know you're... I know you mean well. I know you're tryin'. And I'm grateful, honest.
[He really, really is. He just can't clear the hurdle yet. Right now he doesn't want to, because he can't see what's beyond it and he can't imagine it's any better than where he's at because it won't change what he's done. It'd just make him heartless for not caring, wouldn't it? He could carry that guilt inside him and be fine but he can't deal with everyone else having full access to finding out.]
It means a lot you still think I'm worth havin' a good opinion of.
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I'd be surprised if anyone here but the kids haven't hurt anyone before, man. But hey, just goes to show how much you care. I just think it oughta count for something.
[He drags a hand down his face, sighing.]
'Course I do. Just--dang. Try to be good to yourself, okay, man? I wanna make sure you get outta here. And when you do, you can become the kinda person you wanna be some day. I know you can. That's all.
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[He doesn't know. He's been trying for so long and he's never been able to really capture true optimism and hold it. He always tries to find silver linings and see the good in people but when it comes to finding that in himself it's harder. He always has to be doing more, doing better. There's always something to make up for. It wasn't always like this, he knows that conceptually. Growing up he was a nervous kid but nowhere near the level of anxiety and paranoia he can sink to now.
Not that it's exactly a mystery why but he wishes he could crawl his way back up again. He just doesn't know how to go about starting.]
How'm I supposed to when it just -- when it keeps comin' back. I can't ever make a fresh start. I can't ever shake it off.
[Unless he erased it out of his own head, but he tried that once, didn't he, and look where it got him. That's not an option. All he can do is wait to be crushed under the weight of his own mistakes.]
I'm bein' serious because god, if you know, tell me.
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You're here, aren't you?
I don't get it--like, I REALLY don't get it. How we're all here, all mixed up, different worlds and times and all that. You said "timelines" don't work like that, can't be changed, but pretty sure dimensional space hopping doesn't work like this either. Look at Ford, he's an old dude--pretty sure he would have mentioned this murderghost house if he had seen it before, yeah? But here we are. There's no way all that can be laid out for you, with no happy end in sight, while you KNOW about it. Heck, even if it all does come true, you more than anyone else are gonna deal with it the best way you can.
[He puts both hands on Fidds' shoulders, staring right at him. Even if he can't believe in himself, gosh dangit Mike will do it for him.] Just one step at a time, okay man? You're already on your way there. I wish I could tell you a how and why better than that, but I can't. Still, you're a smart guy. You're gonna figure it out way before I do.
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But it's not worth fighting. It's not worth it and he doesn't have the energy left in him for it, so he just nods jerkily.]
Okay. Alright. Sure. If you think -- I mean I can't change your mind.
I can't... I can't be optimistic. Not right now. M'sorry. But I can keep puttin' one foot in front of the other, probably.
[See what awful place it gets him.]
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Hey, if you can keep doing that, it's more than enough. We're rooting for you, man.