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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[lusito]

[So these are the objects of ridicule this time around for them to watch try not to act like idiots or kill each other. So far, that sure is a talking raccoon, one of the puppets from the movie that kept playing a million times in the hotel, Neku Sakuraba, a cup of coffee getting dropped and smashed onto the floor...

... oh wait, that last one is actually on our side of the screen, because that coffee cup sure did slip out of Joshua's hands when that ginger kid appeared on the screen without any proper warning.]

[keyofimagination]

[Wow Josh this is his room you know.]

It appears... as if they've picked people specifically to hurt us this time around...

[Whether there's any real wait to that he's not entirely sure, but it seems like too much of a coincidence to not consider.]

[lusito]

[WE WILL... probably not clean that up honestly, sorry. Despite that momentary very uncool reaction, Joshua has his mask of indifference back up as he flips his hair.]

It would certainly be an efficient way to manipulate us in addition to the people they've captured for their game. [There's a pause, before he speaks again, almost sounding... amused?] Though, to pick Neku for the potential purpose of being used against me is rather brave of them, all things considering.

[keyofimagination]

[Why do all the men in his life end up disappointing him?

Rod looks a little suspicious that Josh looks so indifferent now, but he decides not to press it for the moment.]

I suppose if there's one nice thing about this, is that it's a good motivator to find a way to get them out of there.

[lusito]

[How long have you known us by now Rod? This should come as no surprise here.]

Indeed. Until then, I can only hope that my dearest Neku doesn't get himself into too much trouble without his partner to bail him out this time.

[it's probably a good thing that neku can't hear the things joshua can and will say about him here]

[keyofimagination]

[A few hours later you will find Rod cleaning up the coffee and cursing their friendship.

But for now he smiles a tiny bit at that.]

I can only hope, with what little I know about him.

[lusito]

Really? Well that certainly needs to be amended right away: I have so many stories I could share about Neku and our other friends.

[keyofimagination]

I would love to hear stories about your friends, actual-

[... And then that happens.]

... Didn't he die?

[lusito]

[damn there goes my plan to make flirtatious comments about the R3 villain host]

... Well I think that would be obvious, given his current state of being?

[keyofimagination]

Right, that was a painfully obvious statement I made.

[He says as if he said something stupid.]

It's strange that they didn't find someone else for the job. After Ghostave and I, I thought they would have continued to pick hosts who would serve as an ulterior motive.

But Facilier... I guess they no longer need an ulterior motive for a host now.

[lusito]

Perhaps they couldn't get anyone else to agree to working with them?

[keyofimagination]

You would have to be pretty desperate to willingly agree to something like this.

[Yes he is including himself.]

[yourghosthost]

I heard that.

[Hi he's been here this whole time.]

[forgottenfounder]

[Poke poke, Rod. While everyone else is keeping a close eye on the TV, or gone off to wallow in despair, Oswald suddenly seems to have something on his mind.

If he does, he's not saying just yet, only jerking a thumb towards the door to the hallway. Meet me outside. He seems to say before heading that way himself.]

[keyofimagination]

[From the first day Rod's been trying to figure out how to get these people out of the Manor, so his eyes are glued pretty hard to the TV set, trying to find some possible location to where this could be or any possible weak point.

It's not going well, needless to say.

He's a little shocked when he sees Oswald asking him to go outside with him, but he knows Oswald well enough to trust him with whatever he wants to tell him. So he follows him outside of the mansion.]

You need me for something?

[forgottenfounder]

Yeah, probably.

[Once they're at least out in the yard of the mansion, Oswald turns back to Rod. He's looking rather reserved, despite everything. Though, perhaps "tired" is a better word.]

I was hoping you could give me a hand with something I probably should have done a while ago.

[keyofimagination]

[There is a very brief pause.]

Of course I'll help. What do you need to do?

[forgottenfounder]

[They're alone in the yard, but Oswald still feels as though something's watching him. He checks over his shoulder before speaking.]

I want you to help me contact Mickey.

[keyofimagination]

"Mickey"...?

[His eyes seem to light up a little at that.]

Right, he might be able to help us!

[forgottenfounder]

Exactly. Walt said he was going to call for Mickey, right before Main Street was attacked. Now, if anyone can help us, it's him.

[He looks down at his hands.] Even if he doesn't recognize me, I've gotta warn him about everything!

[keyofimagination]

I'm sure Mickey will recognize you; you're his brother after all.

[If he doesn't, Rod will personally find a way to revive Walt just to punch him in the face.]

But you're right, Walt said he had some powers himself, maybe even ones that could undo everything bad that's going on.

The issue would be actually contacting him, and without revealing where we are to everyone else.

[You know. like to the Hatbox Ghost.]

Sometime before spotting his brother

[tadaishi]

[Clearly Joshua sees someone he didn't want to see.]

You okay?

[lusito]

Of course. When am I ever not?

[... Says the guy who just dropped coffee all over Rod's floor.]

[tadaishi]

Judging from the coffee...

[Nodding towards said coffee and broken cup.]

[lusito]

[...]

It was stale.