WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has come and gone, and three more people are dead. Nearly half of the guests are dead in a little over a month. The ghosts are still not reacting, and with Demyx's execution one has to wonder if the ghosts are even here anymore.

In the very least one more floor has been opened up: the trophy room, a shooting gallery, and a bathing room.

... Maybe keep Kiara out of the trophy room.

14 guests remain.]

[ SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY ]

{OOC: Don't forget to fill out your Week 5 Activity Check!}

Comments

[aboyandhiscar]

Heh, thanks Pops. But think I'll do my best to be a cheerleader next time. Someone's gotta make sure you guys keep your game up.

[sixfingeredstan]

I'm sure we'll need all the cheerleading we can get. They seem to get more puzzling by the week.

[Ford shoves both hands in his pockets.]

You're a good kid, Mike. If I ever had a son...well, I'd hope he was even half as good as you, truth be told.

[aboyandhiscar]

. . .

[oh.

Mike runs a hand through his hair sheepishly, and then lets out a little laugh.]

Heh, if he's your kid, I think he'd be twice as good, no worries.

Look, didn't mean to get all sappy on you, so--!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Shit wait did he make things awkward—

why is he so bad at this.

He gives Mike a sheepish grin.]

No worries, kid. I'll see you around, right?

[aboyandhiscar]

[look at least making things awkward is what parents do so gj Ford ur on the right track

Mike gives a slightly strained chuckle, nodding, and begins to walk off.]

Yeah, totally! I'll get back to you on that mixer meet up. Just--gotta go stretch the muscles, run around for a while, yeah?

Later, Pops!

[GONNA JUST...JOG OFF NOW...that wasn't awkward or too close to home at all!!!]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford turns to follow Mike with his gaze, and lifts a hand in salute.]

Absolutely. Enjoy your run, Mike.

[No harm...no foul?????]