week 4

[stagemanagers]

[Another week, and two more dead. King Richard and Red are both gone, and once again, it was through nothing more than an accident in the heat of the moment. Maybe if you all stay calm and collected, nothing bad will happen again?

Well, maybe not.

When you wake on Sunday, you'll find that you've recovered another one of those memories - or had another dream, if you still wanna be in denial about it. The grounds remain as they are, but this time, the door blocking the stairwell has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the second floor! This is the second time that's happened; it's almost as if you get more space every time someone dies. Or maybe the whole place just seems quieter.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Welcome to Week 4! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))

Comments

[heathencall]

Claudine mentioned that there are some on... Phones. [He barely understands what a normal phone is, but he's trying.]

Those are very similar to the letter-senders you showed me last week, too, correct? [He settles in front of a computer and... rubs his fingers over the screen again.]

Your people must be very lazy, considering all of this.

[justmeheere]

Wh - I mean. I don't.

[Tap, tap, tapping on the glass -]

Okay, a little? I guess?

[heathencall]

Your time in the world becomes all the more appealing, the more you talk about it. [He places his chin against his hand.]

Far easier to manipulate, if you ask me.

[justmeheere]

Do you. Do you gotta do the creepy demon thing?

[C'mon!!! Don't be like that, Mephisto!!!]

[heathencall]

[A smile curls over his lips, but at least it's far more amused than malicious.]

Old habits die hard, I suppose. [He waves Jeremy off.] I've spent much of the past week talking about haunting those of you from later dates in time once we're out of this place. I suppose I cannot help my mind from wandering.

[justmeheere]

You - I mean. If. If we get out of here, you can. You can come visit me and Christine. [A beat.] And Riley. Pretty sure we're all from the same one. Anyway, it's. It's the tri-state area. A demon's like. Day ending in y stuff.

[heathencall]

Oh, I plan on it. [There's no menace there, even if he tries his damnedest to make it happen.]

I have no plans of letting Christine or Riley travel far without me. And since you fall within their group, it seems I'll have to keep an eye out for you as well.

[Congrats on your new demon, Jeremy.]

[justmeheere]

[............... How does Jeremy keep ending up with vaguely malicious nonhuman entities concerned with his wellbeing.]

Oh, uh. Cool? I guess? I don't really. I don't really think Christine is, uh. Happy with me right now, though.

[heathencall]

All the more reason to keep an eye on you. She was considering picking up a sword and changing her name to Christine the Impaler after all.

[Small shrugs! Like it isn't a big deal at all.]

[justmeheere]

Oh, yeah. I mean. She. Well, tech. Technically Angus tied me down, but she was the one feeding me weird liquids. So I'm pretty. Pretty sure she's. It's fine.

[Sometimes your crush ties you up but not in the way you want and you sure have. A time. You're having a time. Things are all happening so much.]

[heathencall]

Is this... Is that some sort of human mating ritual?

[Wow, now it's Mephisto that's uncomfortable, great job!]

[justmeheere]

What? No! She, uh. You know. Because. Because of the SQUIP.

[Truly, Jeremy, a solid explanation of nothing.]

[heathencall]

The... squid likes to be tied up, then?

[Stephen has the brain cell today, Jeremy, I'm sorry.]

[justmeheere]

Wh. Why would you think that?! [His voice cracks on the end, high and slightly hysterical.] I'm. It's. No! Absolutely not!

[heathencall]

Then I have no idea what you are trying to tell me about being tied up.

[It's fine. Subject change. Please god subject change]

I've thought of a password for you to try. That name, perhaps three times over, even?

[Does it count if it's typed?]

[justmeheere]

Are you, uh. Are you sure that's. [Pauses. Remembers who he's talking to.] I mean, sure. Sure that. Why not?

[He types BeetlejuiceBeetlejuiceBeetlejuice.]

1/2

[stagemanagers]

[...congratulations, Jeremy, the computer is now pouring smoking out of the back.

But it doesn't smell like smoke, there's no leap of heat. It's...fog? It continues to pour out, covering the desk as the monitor goes dark.]

2/2

[beejfq]

[A few seconds later the monitor flicks back to life as the fog continues and faint black stripes stretch out over the back of the monitor and down the keyboard.

The screen has reverted to the main desktop and on it is a small pixilated Beetlejuice, seated criss cross applesauce on the "floor" surrounded by what look like tiny nail polish bottles and painting his nails. He seems very focused on it, a tiny tip of tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth, until he notices he's being watched. He leaps to his feet, waving his tiny pixel arms excitedly as a speech bubble appears above his head and words start to appear.]

Jerebear! Mefisty! My DUDES, what is up???

[heathencall]

[Oh fuck this.]

You can turn these off, right? Stop the lightning powering it? [He's looking at Jeremy.]

[justmeheere]

Oh my god, he's a bitcoin virus. I mean, uh. Yeah? But also I don't. Pretty sure that doesn't work when you've summoned a demon!

[MEPHISTO THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TELL JEREMY "HEY LET'S JUST SUMMON A DEMON" HE'S ONLY GOT ONE BRAIN CELL AND IT BELONGS TO THE SQUIP.]

[heathencall]

I didn't summon anything. [You typed it, Jeremy. That's his story and he's sticking to it.

But uh. Yeah. He's going to follow the lightning snake (cord) to the wall and tug it out. Steven taught him how this works, it's fine!]

[beejfq]

[He sure can pull out the lightning snake but the computer keeps on running.]

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa!

Whoa.

I am on your side, guys! You've got a friend in me! Hakuna matada! Other highly marketable Disney slogans!

[justmeheere]

See! I told you it wasn't going to work! [A beat.] Hey, do you know the wi-fi password, Beej?

[He is in Myst right now. In his mind, this is Myst and he can get clues to solve puzzles.]

[beejfq]

Did you try "itscur(sed)tains"?

[heathencall]

Enough, Jeremy. Answers from him aren't worth the cost.

[Demons, man. Can't trust them.]

How do I get rid of you?