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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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[Shit. Okay. You're a genius, you have twelve doctorates, you can figure out a way to explain this.]
It's a liquid that is highly flammable. It's used to power this machine we call an engine, that makes things move without needing to be pulled by a horse, or—or an oxen. It's quite a marvel.
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god no okay he's not a scientist.]
Oh. Sounds like it would save a fortune in feed and stabling.
[Buddy they don't even have ways to make *ice* back when Lefou is from you just wait for the lake to freeze]
...Speaking of flammable liquids. [The tip of his nose buzzes pleasantly, but otherwise he's holding the stronger liquor pretty well.] Any other recipes I could try?
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[Ford chuckles, nodding.]
Yes. That. Absolutely.
[He turns back to the row of bottles, surveying them with interest. Eventually, he pulls out a bottle of champagne, a bottle of gin, a lemon half and a bottle of simple syrup.]
I know you said no gin, but I think you'll like this one.
[He pulls out a champagne flute and begins to put together a French 75.]
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I met a man from Champagne. He went after the Brits like it was personal, and would not shut up about how widely known his home was for its wine.
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Well, they do have the best around. [He garnishes with a lemon twist and slides the flute toward Lefou.]
For you, monsieur. The French 75.
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I wouldn't know, this will be my first time trying it.
[He picks it up gingerly by the long, thin neck and takes a sip, letting the champagne pop and sizzle against his tongue. Even the gin beneath it tastes sweet enough, and the twist of lemon gives a tartness to it that completes the profile.]
It's satisfying to know that at least in the future my country still knows what they're doing with alcohol.
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He raises both eyebrows.]
Really? You've never had champagne? That is an unfortunate error that I'm glad to correct.
[He nods, putting each bottle back in its place.]
Alcohol. Cheese. Dessert. All the good things in life.
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He grins proudly at the praise heaped onto his nation. He's not a staunch nationalist, but you don't serve in the French army without being a little bit fond, anyway.]
And when did this little number come about? Let me guess, 1975?
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[You can't expect this man to learn how to make cocktails and not also learn far too much history at the same time.]
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[I'm sorry, a world war?]
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[Whoops.]
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I'm sure I wouldn't understand it anyway. [He takes more than just a tentative sip this time, and shivers like a child taking cough medicine at the taste of juniper on his tongue.] The war's not exactly an experience I'm keen on repeating.
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It's a bit much for a sixteen-year-old.
[In grim agreement, as if speaking from experience, before he drains the rest.]
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That's even worse. They drafted you that young...?
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I joined. I... didn't want to get left behind.
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[He raps his knuckles on the bartop.]
God willing, you'll never have to deal with war again.
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Amen. This place as it is is too close for my liking.
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[He has to believe that. Has to, or he'll lose it. They'll all lose it.]
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I hope you're right. [He thinks about the green armor in his room, about the dead girl whose last request he has to honor, the grieving father he has to break the worst news imaginable to.] I have a lot of traveling to do before I can go home.
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