WEEK 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You've all been here for well over a month and it's getting harder and harder to keep spirits up. There has been small hope thanks to a mysterious person talking to you through your dreams. A small hope that maybe you'll be able to escape and get your friends back, but you'll have to escape first.

There are no new floors to explore, the outside area remains the same as it's always been. Might as well get comfy here.

11 guests remain.]

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MOTIVE: Happy Birthday

[splitaseam]

[Today, there is a cake in the casino. It reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY OOGIE" and has eight lit candles. There are an appropriate amount of plastic forks and paper plates, as well as four tubs of vanilla ice cream + spoons.

There is a note on the table that reads in childlike scrawl: "OUT AT CLUB. BACK AT SEVEN. THERE'LL BE A PARTY THEN AND YOU HAVE TO SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME OR ELSE I'LL COVER YOU IN BIRTHDAY CAKE AND HAVE MY BUGS EAT YOU ALIVE. - <3 OB"]

[amadeusrockette]

[?????]

. . . Do you think. Is it safe to eat? This can't be our weekly incentive if it's safe to eat.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa... isn't sure what to be feeling right now??? All the dread and paranoia that tuesdays usually bring and now it's just??? This???]

This... it has to be some sort of trap. Or a set-up. There's no way this is just... a cake...

[amadeusrockette]

I agree. There has to be some kind of trick.

[HOW'S THIS GONNA MOTIVATE THEM TO DO A MURDER????]

[defyingfrigidity]

Maybe the cake itself isn't the motive, or even related to it. Maybe he's planning on using our paranoia somehow...

[??? That's the only idea she's got right now because really, who isn't super paranoid right now?]

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy stands off to the side, arms crossed tentatively.]


Should..... someone try it? [Is that a good idea at ALL?] Is there a way to, like, know?

[amadeusrockette]

I don't know. [She actually. Backs up.] I wouldn't want one of us to die.

[wannagetsmote]

[ Well, uh. While everyone else debates whether or not it's safe, Maui's walking up to grab a fistful of cake -- not bothering to read the note or what's written on top. He shoves it in his mouth, then looks at the gathered crowd. ]

Somefin wrung? [ Maui don't talk with your mouth full you heathen. ]

[kindaruledatit]

Maui!

[Suddenly yelling??]

There could be poison in that!

[wannagetsmote]

[ Maui swallowed, looked at his frosting coated hand, then shrugged. ]

Doesn't taste like poison.

[kindaruledatit]

[Squints really hard. Both at the cake, and Maui's life choices.]

...You don't feel like you're dying from the inside out, are you?

[wannagetsmote]

No, why would I -- [ Maui trails off. One hand drifts to his belly, while the other wrapped his fingers around his throat. His eyes grew wide, and he began to sputter and cough. ]

[toogoodforhim]

MAUI!!!

[kindaruledatit]

[Panic?? Panic!!!]

M-maui? Maui!

[Looks around, someone?! Help!!]

[wannagetsmote]

[ The coughing continues as Maui sinks to his knees. He grabs weakly at Wendy, the Lefou, before losing his balance and toppling forward onto his face. Once on the floor, his body begins to tremble and quiver. ]

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou is on his knees next to him in a heartbeat.]

No! No no no no no... Oh god, please no... don't you dare leave me, please!!

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy trembles, stumbling a few steps back before calling to the rest of the party.]

Guys! I think we need help over here!

[toogoodforhim]

[Ah yes.

This is where he's chosen to lay his affections.]

There could be bugs in that!

[sixfingeredstan]

[s q u i n t]

This...can't be the real thing. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

[He studies the note intently for a moment. Maybe it's a code? It's got to be a code.]

[terribibble]

You think he's actually comin' back at seven?

[He really doesn't want to see the kind of birthday party Oogie Boogie would throw, even if it's all just a cover for some other horrible incentive.

Because cake surely cannot be their only incentive. Right?]

[sixfingeredstan]

I hope to hell he isn't. I really don't like the implications of that note. Especially since I haven't been able to find a code it might correspond to.

[Which means it's either an outright lie or...they're actually going to have to sing happy birthday.]

[terribibble]

... Y'know you'll pardon me for sayin' so but I don't think our host's the type to set up some sort of elaborate puzzle.

[sixfingeredstan]

....But—

[He shakes his head.]

Why would he just say something straightforward? That doesn't make any sense. If it were me, I'd make it a code.

[terribibble]

Well it's not you, is it, it's a sack full of bugs. It's unsettlin' enough just how it is without it havin' any extra double meanin'.

[sixfingeredstan]

Well—okay, that's a fair point. But it's stupid, and I stand by that.