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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortals2017-07-09 11:31 am
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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!}
kindaruledatit: (Sorry dude)

[personal profile] kindaruledatit 2017-07-17 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
I know! [She doesn't want to look at it, but she does shoot Lea's body a quick glance.]

There's... nothing we can do though. Not anymore.
chainbroke: (z04_rubyd)

[personal profile] chainbroke 2017-07-20 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't mean to, honest, but... Naminé flinches a little at the outburst. Sorry, Wendy. ]

You're... you're right. [ She glances at Lea's body and hates herself for it. ] Let's... let's go... please.
kindaruledatit: (Sorry dude)

[personal profile] kindaruledatit 2017-07-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Wendy cringes, and it's obvious. She just wants to get out of here really bad.]

Right. [She reaches out to take Namine's hand, if she'll let her, and start on the way out of the room.]

Just... try not to look at him, okay?
chainbroke: (FACEPALM)

[personal profile] chainbroke 2017-07-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's really got to make it up to Wendy later... ]

Okay-- o-okay.

[ She lets Wendy hold onto her hand, and really, she holds onto it like a lifeline. ]
kindaruledatit: (Sorry dude)

[personal profile] kindaruledatit 2017-07-20 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She can make up for it right now by following Wendy out of this nightmare.

At least when they're out of the room, Wendy just keeps walking, holding onto Namine's hand.

She's heading down to the lounge, where she just kind of tries to get Namine to sit when they get there.
]
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[personal profile] chainbroke 2017-07-20 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's never been so glad to get out of there. Naminé doesn't dare let go of her hand. ]

I'm... sorry, Wendy. [ She's shaking again, and when she's seated, she doesn't look at her. ] You must be just as shaken, but...

[ You're taking care of me. ]
kindaruledatit: (you know...)

[personal profile] kindaruledatit 2017-07-23 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She scoffs, giving Namine what she hoped was a reassuring look.] Who, me? Ha, uh, nah. No way. You know me, I'm always cool under pressure, Namine.

[If she says that enough, it'll be true. That's how that works.]

What matters right now is how you're doing.
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[personal profile] chainbroke 2017-07-23 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gets the feeling Wendy's not being entirely truthful, but she's not gonna push.

Wendy's question gets to her, though. Even now, people showing concern? It's a heck of a thing. ]


I... [ She buries her face in her hands. ] I don't... think Lea meant anything-- he was only-- a punishment like that, it's...