R3 Viewing Party!

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It’s another average, but boring morning in the mansion when suddenly voices start coming from Rod’s room again. Thankfully, the room is locked and it appears that he isn’t trapped inside his own body (luckily for everyone it appears that Oswald finished Rod’s new body so that most likely won’t happen again).

However, true to the Hatbox Ghost’s word, it seems like the new round has started and everyone in the Haunted Mansion has a front row seat to watching the torture unfold. This time you are no longer in the comfort of someone who has any idea of how to get them out.

… There sure are a lot of people you might recognize this time around, huh?]

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[yourghosthost]

[emerging from the dank-smelling kitchen with a tray full of weird-smelling brownies:]

I made brownies to help everyone calm down. They’re special and cut into ghost sha-

Ah.

[lusito]

[welcome to this cluster fuck ghostave... wait]

You made pot brownies... in the shape of ghosts.

[why]

[hallotween]

[oh cool, brownies--]

[theduck]

Wh- put those away! There's kids here!

[well there's really only one actual kid but still]

[darnsitall]

[Fortunately she's not mad at him about it anymore.]

I know your hands were tied.

This Randall, though... I don't think he would save her even if he could.

[keyofimagination]

[... well he guesses this is better than watching children die???]

Thanks, I guess?

[he guesses.]

[lusito]

I'm sure they do, but they were trying to be noble, I assume.

[and in the end, none of them appear to be going for it despite what they said--thank god Neku isn't the self sacrificial type, because Joshua is honestly not sure what randy would say to the teenager if he had spoken up]

[chainbroke]

[ And she's here, gently wrapping her hands around his. ]

Papa--

[theduck]

No!

[snatches away the brownie she's reaching for and shoves the whole thing in his mouth at once]

[hallotween]

[WHY ARE YOU ALL SO MEAN SHE NEVER GETS TO JOIN THE FUN]

[toogoodforhim]

[He tears his eyes from the screen at the feel of her hands wrapping around his. He gives her a wet-eyed smile, and presses his face into his sleeve to stem the tears.]

I'm- I'm okay...

[yourghosthost]

Yes.

[yourghosthost]

...I believe you're going to leave this plane of existence.

[yourghosthost]

...Are you questioning my baked goods.

[theduck]

Fine by me!

[it's not fine.]

[keyofimagination]

I just never knew you had the ability to do any sort of baking.

[yourghosthost]

I have many abilities you don’t know about, Rodling. Beyond making devilish puns, mind you.

Week 4

[grimgrinningghosts]

[keyofimagination]

"Rodling"...?

Well I suppose I'm glad you've decided to do something productive with your time at least.

back at it again

[keyofimagination]

[Well after all of... that, that happened on Friday, Rod figured that this would be the best possible day to set the plan in motion to find Mickey

In front of Rod's bedroom door on Sunday, they will find a note taped to it:

Please meet me in the cemetery.

It's time we find Mickey

Rod is already in the cemetery, patiently waiting for the other people to arrive. When they do, he clears his throat out and speaks.]

Now I think the best way to do this is to make the outline with sticks and either fill it with paint or fabric.

... I should remind you, by the way, that we are not using blood in this at all.

[Sorry Marnie.]

[darnsitall]

I know! We can sew all the bed sheets together!

[keyofimagination]

I... feel like we should ask those who need it before we resort to sewing bedsheets together.

[Sally why.]

[tadaishi]

Fabric might be easier. Or bits of rubble, since we have plenty of it.

[theduck]

And how long do you think it's gonna take this Mickey guy to find us, after we finish his-- summoning circle, or whatever you're calling it?

[keyofimagination]

Fabric or rubble then. I suppose we could use both if we ever run out of either.

[Although as he looks as the mansion, he doubts they would ever run out of it.]