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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[kindaruledatit]

...It'll work, Elsa. [She hopes. She reaches under her seat and produces a large, wooden... key-thing. She lays it as best she can to rest it on the table, followed up by Wander's hat, which she grabbed from his memorial downstairs.

All this stuff they gathered should do something. She can feel it in her guts, and she's prepared to put her guts to the test when everyone's finally joined hands.]

We're ready? [Nods to the people right and left of her. Then, takes a deep breath.] Okay, okay...

[She's ready to try. Wendy calls out to the air above them.]

We're looking for the ghosts of our friends. Wander, Karolina, Sophie, Sylvia, any of them. [Her grip tightens.] We know where you are, just... Are any of you out there?

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford squeezes Ford's hand tight. He still doesn't like this but, well, they're into it now.

At the very least he trusts that if anything happens there are at least two people in this room who would punch a ghost.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford gives Fiddleford's hand a squeeze on his right, and takes Wendy's on his left. They've got a good little pile of their departed friends' belongings, he notes approvingly.]

We seek to contact our departed friends. If there are any friendly spirits, we ask you to put us in contact with them. Please know that we ask with utmost respect.