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

[amadeusrockette]

I don't know, we got a lot of them out of the machine. I saw a few in [uhhhhh should she admit she's snooped in other people's rooms looking for the cats] some people's rooms. When I went to see if the cats were ok.

[kindaruledatit]

Oh yeah? Find any other cool stuff in them? [yeeaaaaaaaaah not gonna even try to be secret with this one. She just spent ten minutes rooting around a cricket's room.]

Wait, oh man! Are the cats okay? I know there was Mochi, but there's also Pig? She was Tip's cat. [Which she's... probably talking about, right now.]

[amadeusrockette]

They're ok, I've been checking in on them. Chauncey too. [Other people probably have too, but.] I found my keyboard in Sylvia's room when I got very drunk and mistook it for mine, but I haven't really . . . gone through their things.

[Their rooms are nowhere near each other. She was Not Sober At All.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy wishes she could be that drunk right now. Might help rare her up for a siege on the underworld. She nods either way.]

Oh, good.

[The Chauncey part, not the drunk part.]

So, how about you? Feeling pretty sobered up now? [Because she hasn't had a drink since the trial, and it kind of shows.]