Week 5 - After The Massacre

[dolleyed]

[ Silence has settled in the resort, but the lack of auditory input hardly seems to matter when there is an overwhelming stench of death hanging in the air of the third floor. Burned flesh, the iron stench of blood, burned hair... guts and decay. All everywhere.

No staff appears to clean the mess. There's only yourselves now and the remnants of what used to be your friends. ]

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[rosebridled]

[ There are some things she might be more willing to elaborate on here than she would have back home, at this point. Or... well, maybe it's not so much a matter of her own willingness (though it's certainly a factor), but that there are a few people here who actually express interest in hearing about her experiences and why she feels the way she does, instead of being content to use her as a prop in their own stories.

Which... is new. And strange.

The conversation makes a shift before she gets there this time, though. ]

I do appreciate that, but maybe you could just try to avoid doing it again? I think we'd both prefer it if you didn't die here.

[ She'll look up from the rats to give him a smile with that, at least. ]

Some of the ghosts seem a little annoying.