WEEK 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Two months. Two months of being trapped in this mansion. Two months of heartbreak and despair. Two months of wondering if you are all going to die here.

You finally have a real ray of hope thanks to Mr. Walt, but even he claims that it will be a hard journey ahead. You all have to be strong, physically, emotionally, any kind of strength will work against what you're up against. Maybe take the next few days to rest before the long journey, or prepare for the dangers that await, the choice is yours, but...

Will you be able to escape?

8 guests remain]

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Comments

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oh geez, she can't help but cringe a little.]

You're... you're going to dump all of that inside? Wouldn't it be better to find somewhere outside, so the fumes don't bother anyone...?

[aboyandhiscar]

I thought about it, yeah, but last thing we need is Boogie Pants coming down on us because we thought we were being responsible citizens, except instead we accidentally drown some random grub outside in booze.

So, the sink seemed like our safest bet!

[defyingfrigidity]

[Yeah, the unsure expression on her face doesn't exactly fade, but she at least takes some of the bottles out of his arms to loosen the load a bit.]

Should we... maybe find something that can help us avoid breathing all of this in, then? Some towels from the bathing room, maybe?

[aboyandhiscar]

[it's fine elsa this is safe. He's already starting to pour some down the sink]

You mean aside from our shirts?

[He runs around with cars underground all day his lungs are screwed already. He thinks on it.]

Towels would work! And we can maybe, I dunno, cancel the fumes out with something else.