Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

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[semperperatus]

[Here comes Shepard, with some food for you broke bro]

What're you watching?

[steelmagnolias]

[What kind of food is this]

...I dunno. Some kind of kid's movie? I'd go for something else, but it's not like the TV really has the best selection here.

[semperperatus]

[It's a ham sandwich, nothing fancy]

Huh, really?

[He'll try to change the channel, and...]

...

The hell?

[steelmagnolias]

[He'll take it, he's not picky for the most part.]

Thanks.

[He's also confused, okay, he'll just look for a while and... okay, that is definitely some kind of sexy gothy witchy villain going all one winged angel.]

I think my wife said she watched something like this when she was a kid?

[He never watched much TV.]

[semperperatus]

Um...it's...different?

[is "maximumer" a word]

[steelmagnolias]

You can say that again.

[It's clear he's not paying too much attention to it.]

Not my thing, but it probably beats whatever they've got going on in the afterlife.

[He's just glad he's not dead. And his tone... sadly suggests that this has maybe happened before.]

[semperperatus]

...Uh...you mean that rhetorically, right?

[Because if not UH. HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?]

[steelmagnolias]

...y...es?

[HE MEANS BEING THIS BADLY FUCKED UP INJURY-WISE, he's done that before, he hasn't actually died.]

[semperperatus]

[THANK GOD.

Speaking of.]

How're you doing, by the way? Is it almost time for pills, you think?

[steelmagnolias]

How much of that shit can I shove down my throat without dying?

[Sharkdad, he wants to be stuffed full of all the drugs his body can handle.]