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.]

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Comments

[aboyandhiscar]

[YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S BEEN A ROUGH FEW DAYS so fuck it let's go to the slot machines.

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.]

[ilovepuppies]

[Or how about Star snagging a couple of dog treats for herself?]

Huh... [crunch, crunch] Kinda bland.

[aboyandhiscar]

[star knows what's up]

Right? Not sure what I was expecting here. The side said bacon, but I'm not tasting any of that.

[ilovepuppies]

I know! I'd expect bacon-flavored cookies to be transcendent! Not... whatever this is.

[Star, they aren't cookies...]

[aboyandhiscar]

[He shakes the box, and sniffs another.]

Well, technically they're biscuits! Just not very good ones, heh.

[ilovepuppies]

I expect more of biscuits, too!

But at least there's a cute little puppy on the box! Aren't you cute? Yes you are, yes you are!

[And now she's cooing over the dog on the box.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[It's a very cute puppy. It even has a speech bubble that says 'DOG GONE GOOD']

Yeah, that's pretty. But I mean, makes sense if they're dog treats.

arrives several days late with starbucks (this game sponsored by starbucks)

[terribibble]

[Mike. Mmm. Last time they talked he made kind of an ass of himself, and today he's still a little hungover from being really and truly drunk for the first time in a long time, but he's not the kind of man to just be quiet until Mike assumes no one's in.

Maybe he can apologize for freaking out, at least. He stands and opens the door. He looks... not great, but together. Together enough to be getting on with.]

Howdy, Mike. What's this about a delivery?

and all the coffee has booze in it

[aboyandhiscar]

[Welp buddy he would have respected his privacy and just slid it under the door BUT SINCE HE'S OPENING UP. . .Mike perks up, glad to see the guy looking uh. Better.......ish. He doesn't look like a wreck and he's willing to talk, so that's all that counts! He gives him a little smile.]

Hey, man! Sorry for bugging you but think I might have something of yours. Or I could be mistaken, but maybe you could point me in the right direction? Or--you know what, I oughta stop rambling and just give it to you.

[He slides the photo out his back pocket, presenting it to McGucket without another word.]

let him drink

[terribibble]

[well it's hard to slide a frame under a door and all. Probably better he didn't try. The moment the photo comes into view Fiddleford's eyes widen. He doesn't exactly snatch it out of Mike's hands but he gets awful close to it.]

Where did -- did this come outta the machine?

[aboyandhiscar]

[okay yes that would be a bad plan. not unlike a dog trying to bury a blanket on a hardwood floor.

And that's REAL CLOSE Fidds. Mike will gently shove it at him, gently urging him to take it.]

Yep, rolled right on out. Guess my hunch was right.

[terribibble]

[HhhHHHHH. He holds it like he isn't sure if he wants to be holding it. It's hard to look at her face. At how happy they look, without him.]

Used to carry this with me everywhere.

[aboyandhiscar]

[happy because he's taking the picture, probably maybe!! Mike takes a step back, pocketing his hands.]

Well, guess you can start doing that again, if you want. Cute kid you've got there.

[terribibble]

Yeah. Yeah, he is. But she -- that is, I, I don't know if I'd want --

[How do you say 'this is a picture of the wife I just had an extremely messy divorce with' in a way that's delicate, when you're a man not given to oversharing and especially not about personal matters? Yikes.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Very awkwardly, that's how. Mike tilts his head, confused.]

You. . .don't want it?

[terribibble]

[hhhhHHHHGHHH]

We're... divorced.

[There. Straight to the point.]

kitchen; i am fashionably late as well

[outsidethecircle]

[Pizza? Did someone say pizza? She wanders into the kitchen and stares at it.]

Why does the slot machine keep giving out food?

[aboyandhiscar]

[it's a mystery, but one Mike's not too fussed about. He shrugs!]

Nooo idea, but I can't complain! Maybe it's secretly got a kitchen full of people behind it.

[outsidethecircle]

Tiny people or ghosts?

[Or tiny ghosts?]

[aboyandhiscar]

. . .booooth? Maybe? [now he's thinking too hard on it.] Point is, they make one heckuva pizza. And other stuff.

[outsidethecircle]

...That would be kind of cool. [So is she.] Let's just focus on the food.

[And not the random body parts???]

[aboyandhiscar]

[the pizza is body free, thankfully]

That's probably for the best, talented tiny ghost people aside! So whaddya say, wanna try a slice?

[outsidethecircle]

Oh, yes please! [What kind of pizza is it, anyway?]

[aboyandhiscar]

[A pizza for a growing teen with high metabolism: extra cheese, pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, the works. Probably everything standard aside from anchovies, tho there are a few slices a little less peppered with ingredients if she rather not have all that.]

Alright, one slice coming right up. I dunno how it's still warm, but I'll count it as a blessing. It's even from my favorite chain! [there is literally only one pizza place back home Mike. He'll plop her slice of choice on a plate just for her.]

[outsidethecircle]

[It's...very adventurous looking but Anna takes a slice.]

Thanks! [And...wow. Just look at that face.] Mmm...! It's good.