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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[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's alarm subsides slightly, and he glances down at himself, expecting to see something on his shirt. Instead, he catches a glimpse of something very bristly and unfamiliar on his own face, which prompts him to feel at it with his fingers until he realizes that he's sprouted a lustrous handlebar mustache.

And then his brows un-grump and he starts laughing.]

Well, now, that's a weapon you don't see every day!

[kindaruledatit]

[It's very lustrous and Wendy loves it, and it's also not actually real. If Ford tugs on it enough, he'll find it's just a fake held there through adhesive.]

Sure isn't! I found it in the slot machine. Turns out all it can do is give things mustaches. [She holds it out for him.] I was kind of holding onto it for a good time to use it. I even tried it on the ghost host.

[Shrug, with a grin.] Didn't work.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford does a little tugging, and sure enough it peels right off. He waggles it a little, chuckling.]

Well, that's not exactly a useful weapon, but it can certainly be scrapped out for parts. Good call.