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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{OOC: Don't forget to fill our your Week 4 Activity Check!}

Comments

[terribibble]

No, no. You couldn't've. Not your fault.

[aboyandhiscar]

I should've asked or something first. I can like, take it back or hide it, if you want? Cuz that's like, ten levels of awkward.

[terribibble]

No -- no. I'll keep it. It'd be good to have another picture of Tate.

[He can just... he can just deal with her being in the picture too. Sooner or later he's going to just have to get used the fact that she doesn't love him anymore. Ignoring his problems has never really worked for him, not in the long term. Maybe this is one of the ones he just has to force himself to face until it becomes the new normal.]

[aboyandhiscar]

[yikes YIKES. Mike rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.]

You sure? I could like--make a neat little tear if you want?? Just feeling bad for slapping you in the face with a bad memory, man.

[terribibble]

[He bites at the inside of his cheek and then nods. The thing about Fiddleford McGucket is that he's never been strong enough to not take an out when it's offered to him. He'd never take one that would hurt anyone -- it's why he's lasted so long here -- but the only thing this will damage is a photograph. It's fine.]

If you could? I'd appreciate it.

[aboyandhiscar]

[Mike perks up at that. Yes!! A chance to....semi-help?? Doesn't help with whatever feelings Fiddleford's dealing with now, but it's a start.

Should he let him, he'll gently take the picture back, popping it out of the frame. After tucking it under an arm, he'll gently give the photo as clean a rip down the middle as possible, leaving as much of his son on one side as possible. I mean, there's also now a disembodied hand on his shoulder, but--!! Hopefully it's fine.

He offers it back to him.]

[terribibble]

Thanks. Means a lot. Y'know, to... to have whatever I can have of him.

[Even if he survives this and manages to get back to his own world and his own time he knows very well that whatever relationship he has with his son is already well on its way to going up in flames. He has to enjoy the good memories while he has them.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Yeah. No problem. [oof. super awkward. Note to self: find a way to make this up to him later. He tucks the other half into his back pocket.]

I'll uh, leave you be then. Glad you at least got a little something back, man.

[terribibble]

[Honestly compared to all the murders this isn't so bad. If this is one of the most upsetting things he has to deal with this week he'll be doing great.]

Me too.