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]

[Yes, he's still asleep. Though honestly, given how long he has been asleep, he probably should be woken up so that he can eat something rather than continuing to keep going without food today. Josh why are you like this]

[tadaishi]

[Time to wake him up, then. He considers pulling Joshua out of bed by his feet like he's done to Hiro a few times when he's overslept, but decides he doesn't want to risk any startle-induced roof collapses.

So he'll just shake his shoulder instead.]

Hey, time to get up. Gonna start calling you Briar Rose if you start sleeping like this all the time.

[lusito]

[Joshua mumbled something a bit indistinguishable at that when he wakes, but he sits up now. His hair is a little bed-headish but...]

Ah, Tadashi. What is it?

[tadaishi]

Didn't catch that.

[He doesn't really care much about the response, though, and sets his plate down on the nearest flat surface.

Also nice hair.]

Food. I don't know if you like tacos, but I made some extras anyway.

[lusito]

Tacos are not particularly popular, where I'm from.

[And yet, he is already reaching out to take one anyway...]

[tadaishi]

Shibuya, right? Makes sense.

[How do you live without taco trucks?]

They're good. These might be a little dusty, since the kitchen is.

[He actually cleaned up everything he used, so he's only half-joking.]

[lusito]

I would be shocked if our lungs weren't coated in dust by now, given how long we've been staying here.

[Josh...]

[tadaishi]

Breathe the dust. Eat the dust. Become one with the dust.

[He says this like he's reciting a mantra, face and tone serious as he sits down and steals a slice of the bed not occupied by Joshua, then his expression relaxes.]

I'm concerned we'll all become allergic to sunlight.

[lusito]

[Joshua actually has to hide a laugh behind his hand here at the first part of what Tadashi said before he responds.]

Well that might make things a little complicated when it comes time to leave, don't you think?

[tadaishi]

[Success!]

Maybe. We did alright when we left the hotel after...a month and a half?

[Meanwhile, the dead might have forgotten the sun exists.]

[lusito]

My, has it really been that long now?

[It doesn't feel like it... or at least, not to him.]

[tadaishi]

I think it's been two or three months since then. Maybe four?

[He loses track of time way too easily lately.]

Any luck with the, ah, sleeping, by the way?

[lusito]

Not yet. I did try putting a graffiti tag that might get his attention though, if we're lucky.

[If there's any paper or pencils nearby, he'll be able to show you what it looks like.]

til looking up Disney street art is a bad idea

[tadaishi]

One of those 'hidden Mickeys' Rod was talking about?

[He doesn't have a pen or paper handy, but he's going to grab one of the untouched tacos and go search for one anyway. Depending on what room they're in, there might be one left behind from the first round.

He'll find one eventually, sketching a quick Mickey head symbol before tossing the notebook to Josh.]

[lusito]

Yes, like that one. Though, I did add my own flair to it too, of course.

To which, he adds some swirls and colours here that makes it look similar to graffiti art, but still has the same three circles for its shape.]

[tadaishi]

[Tadashi wouldn't call himself a fan of graffiti, but Joshua's drawing looks kinda cool.]

Hopefully he'll see it. Between that and the giant one outside, I'll be surprised if he doesn't.

[The question is when?]

...Wish I could help more, though. Besides periodically waking you up and making sure you eat.

[lusito]

... To be fair, that is actually helpful to me here.

[Given that he hasn't eaten anything today expect for these tacos so far.]

[tadaishi]

[He may be slightly jealous of the dreamwalking.]

...Good point.

[lusito]

In the meantime, have I missed anything? In regards to the people still alive in the game, I mean.

[tadaishi]

They got access to a new floor...there's a greenhouse in there, but who knows where it's getting sunlight from. Someone made duck soup.

[And Hiro had to ask weird questions about it.]

Marco's decided everyone there is family...that's about it.

[lusito]

It sounds like your brother's boyfriend is rather sentimental.

[Not that it's the worst thing to be, but...]

Otherwise... actually, where did they get the duck for the soup from?

[It wasn't Negaduck was it--or one of Donald's relatives, or--]

[tadaishi]

That is not a sentence I ever thought I'd hear at this point in my life. I'm still in shock.

[Maybe he'll improve Hiro's attitude towards people in general a bit.]

No idea. Wouldn't surprise me if their host gave it to them as a 'gift' of some sort.

[Negaduck definitely melted. Could be one of Donald's relatives, but hopefully not...]

[lusito]

I would not trust anything that man would offer as a gift by this point.

[Sorry Donald, one of your relatives is probably dead now.]

[tadaishi]

I wouldn't either. I can't speak for any of them...maybe it came out of the slot machine.

[Said machine is clearly more trustworthy than Randall.]

[lusito]

Given everything else that has come out of those machines before, I wouldn't be too terribly surprised.

[When a slot machine is more trustworthy than you are, you know you hecked up.]