FOURTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[To what I'm sure is everyone's joy after a sad investigation like that, after everyone reaches the Stretching Room, Oogie's voice can be heard.]

Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?

[Well at least he's honoring Ghostave's memory, except he starts laughing, almost tauntingly, after he says that.

In the very least the graveyard seems identical, with three new epitaphs for our dearly departed.

Here lies Lea
Slaying bugs he made a name
And got sent to the deadliest game

Here lies WALL-E
They were our dearest friend
But that didn’t help them in the end

Here lies Tarzan?
????
?????


... Ok then.

Oogie speaks before everyone can get to their tombstones.]

Don't keep me waiting!

Comments

[capulion]

What does the soap smell like?

[SHE HAS A SUPER SNIFFER.]

[toogoodforhim]

It's- actually, not a bad smell. Like, flowery and a little fancy.

[It's probably still clinging to his clothes and hands?]

[capulion]

Oh... I think I...

[She leans in to sniff at his hands. She's trying to get the scent to see if she can track it, or smell it on anyone or anything else, even if it's more faint.]

[Smell check time?]

[toogoodforhim]

[It's not a bad soap]