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

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford shrugs, looking like this is something he's done a lot of considering over.]

I have no earthly clue. Just another thing about me that makes no sense.

[aboyandhiscar]

Unsolvable mystery! Though, maybe you just burn it off faster than most folks. What else have you got? [He's just gonna finish his drink off.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Something tells me it's the one mystery I'll never solve.

[He looks faintly impressed.] You knock them back pretty quick for...how old are you?

[He starts pulling bottles out nonetheless, mixing up something with gin and a bright green liqueur.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Too young to be drinking!! But at least he paces himself.]

Leeet's just say you'd lose your license for serving me, heh. But I never go too hard, not really a fan of getting wasted. [given he spends 90% of his time driving.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Luckily, I'm unlicensed, and I doubt the ghosts have OSHA around for inspections.

[Ford raps his knuckles smartly on the bartop.] There's a good lad. Try this on for size. Classic drink: The Last Word.

[aboyandhiscar]

You live to serve another day, good sir! [does OSHA even exist in Mike's time. Probably not but pssh, details.

Now THIS ONE gets an unseen raised eyebrow. It looks a little higher class than what Mike's used to, even if it's a staple oldbie. ]

Oooh, that sounds ominous. Looks kinda light for something with such a cool name.

[sixfingeredstan]

You might think so, but it's got gin and chartreuse. It's refreshing, but boozy.

[He nods toward Mike.]

Go on, give it a try.

[aboyandhiscar]

[s u s p i c i o u s

but WHAT THE HEY. Surely it can't be as bad as the mooonshine. So Mike shrugs off any caution and just freaking goes for it, taking way more than a sip. . .

And you can practically see Mike's body do that weird ghibli bristle thing. What! was! that! He has to catch himself so he doesn't sputter.]

Holy heck, dude! I feel like I just got slapped or something!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford snorts in laughter at the reaction.]

Yes, that'll put a few hairs on your chest. Don't overdo it, now, I won't be held responsible for you losing brain cells.

[aboyandhiscar]

Hair on my chest? Dude, at this rate, I'll grow a dang beard! But waste not want not--! [he's gonna do it HE'S GONNA FINISH IT even if after he has the looks of a person with r e g r e t s]

[sixfingeredstan]

Well, if you do find yourself with a beard, remind me to show you the most efficient way to shave. It saves me minutes every day!

[Don't ask him, Mike. It involves fire.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Ford no!!! Mike laughs though, waving his hand dismissively.]

Iiii'll keep that in mind. But for now though, I think I'll stop at those two before I end up a sasquatch. Who knew chemistry could be so interesting.

[sixfingeredstan]

Good idea. Not many kids your age will pass up the opportunity to get smashed, so I'm impressed. [Mike has always struck him as mature for his age, so it's not too much of a surprise.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Aw, don't be. One more drop of that Last Word and I'd probably be on the floor right now. I just rather be able to stay on my toes, never know what could happen, yeah? [what with the murderhouse and all] But glad I got to try something new.

[sixfingeredstan]

That's a very good point. Well...[Ford pauses, rinsing out the shaker.] If you're ever bored, I could teach you a few things, if you wanted. If nothing else, it'll kill time.

[aboyandhiscar]

Heh. You know what? I think I'll take you up on that sometime, Pops. Could be fun, playing bartender and all that. [Even if he's not a big drinker, he can at least make them for others, right? Just one more thing he can help with.

He pushes himself from the bar, still steady, just the right amount of tipsy. He laughs.] You don't go too crazy taste testing your experiments, alright? I think I'm actually gonna go take a decent nap for once.

Later, man!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford chuckles, and lifts a hand in salute.]

I'll try my best. Have yourself a good nap, son.