visitants

[Eventually, after some reunions are had, Dr. Venkman manages to stumble across something in the back of the tent. Namely, it’s what appears to be a torture chamber - with a green glowing portal on the wall.]

Alright, that looks like the ghost portal. You should be able to traverse through the ghost zone and find ways back to your worlds. Or stay in the ghost zone! That happens. It’s basically the afterlife.

[He shrugs.]

Unless you wanna haunt Jersey for the rest of your life.

withthemost

[Eventually, the train stops.

As you emerge, you see it, in all of it's glory: Circus Gothica. The sign beckons you in, and you really have no choice but to trudge past the giant gothic tents and bear the smell of wild animal dung in order to make it to the big top.

Once you're there, the big circus tent is all set up. You have free reign of the thing, and aren't confined to any one spot. There are some bleachers set up for those of you who wish to sit, and the place is fully set up as though a show were about to happen.

The mayor himself appears center-stage.]

Alright, kids. Maybe you should talk a lil about what you've learned.

thevisitors

[It's early Wednesday morning and it's.. quiet. Most of your friends have died, and their ghosts aren't even around to give you the company you're used to by now. The good thing is that when you all wake up today, there's no scent of blood in the wind, no body to be found. Maybe things are finally starting to turn around.

There's a light emitting from the forest, though. Bright and red in colour.. its definitely not normal, even in a place like this.]

thevisitors

Everything happens so much, and yet, everything stays the same.

...

Is that a train whistle in the distance?

You are the last ones alive.

[SATURDAY SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY]

pegathesis

[Another murder. Another culprit. Another execution. It's become like clockwork at this point. Twilight isn't sure that any of them even have anything to talk about after all of that.

But with so few of them left alive, she knows that staying apart is the worst thing they could do. She guesses.

She writes up a few quick notes, slipping them under every door.]

Back to the inn. We can regroup there, if anyone feels up to it.

-Twilight

[Twilight is there, as expected. She looks tired, miserable, but hey she's alive and that's an accomplishment a lot of us are failing pretty badly right now. She hopes that the ghosts are okay, at least.]

withthemost

[Your best friend, The Mayor, is here once more. Inside him, Dr. Peter Venkman screams and thrashes uselessly - but not much you can do about that, huh? Aw well. He’s dead anyway.

Once you’ve all gathered, he addresses your dwindling number.]

I do so enjoy these little moments we have together.

thevisitors

[Another week, another Friday morning. There's no... immediate smell of blood, or sign of carnage. No gunshots, no screams.. maybe you all got off scott-free.

Or maybe it's too early for anyone to wake up yet, and you're all still sleeping peacefully through another horrible murder.

..it's probably the second one.]

thevisitors

“...wh- who are you?”

“Oh, come now, my child. Good minions don’t ask questions. Now, keep those eyes open!”

...

10 Living Remain.

[SATURDAY? SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

endlesscrush

[ After that atrocity there's...little to do but wait for their friends to show up as ghosts. The only bright side to all of this? It's cooler out, and all their water...well, it's back.

Seems too big of a loss, though. Mika hates it.

Still, she notes everyone's had a routine this past month, and...there are fewer and fewer of them now. Someone has to do something, and-

It might as well be her.

Mika takes pages from her notebook and scatters them about town. Who cares about littering when the mayor's a freaking murderous asshole? On each of them, it reads: ]

WATER PARTY DOWNTOWN
- Mika ♥

[ And surely, downtown...she's gathered water from the well and the lake in buckets, she's hunted about to find whatever sources she can around town, and she's set them up, in the inn, with a sign on the door to indicate. Their favorite place, isn't it? There's half their number now...aren't there?

So, come rehydrate yourselves. No fear of hallucinations involved. ]

withthemost

[Another Friday, two more podiums. Noctis and Prompto’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, and the Mayor is as smug and self-serving as usual. Your numbers are radically thinning, but you’re still here, and you have to do these two justice, don’t you?]

You guys look thirsty. I have actual water on my desk. [motions to another case of bottled water] Wouldn’t want you to die or anything.

thevisitors

[Today, everyone wakes up as if it were an ordinary day. There's no gunshot, no screaming, no blood... yet for some reason, it still feels uneasy the moment you step outside of your cabin. The feeling of dread seems to wash over you, a stiff feeling clinging to the air like something just had to have happened. And you know it deep in your heart that... that's probably true.

It wouldn't hurt to take a look around.]

thevisitors

Four weeks. You've been stuck here close to a month now, and it almost seems as though you'll all be stuck here for the rest of your lives - or afterlife, as it were.

With the disappearance of one of your ghostly friends, however, it seems as though some darker forces may be at play.

This should be interesting to watch, if nothing else.

13 Living Remain.

[SATURDAY SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

junosteel

[Immediately after the trial, to absolutely no one's surprise, Juno makes a beeline for the bar. He spends about a half hour alone, wallowing in his self-pity before he gets it in his head that people would probably try and seek him out. Punch him, or maybe pity him. He welcomes the punching, not so much the pitying. And, God, he doesn't want to deal with that right now.

So, what better way to redirect people than by giving out an invitation? He gathers about three different whiskey bottles in his arms before setting off on his quest. The survivors will find a haphazardly scribbled note slipped under their cabin door that reads one word -- BAR. When people start to gather at the bar, they'll find some varying types of alcohol sort of just...haphazardly strewn about on the tables. There's no host in sight--at least, not currently. Juno, himself, can be found elsewhere about town, trying to avoid everyone.

It's an apology, of sorts. He wishes he didn't have to make it.]

withthemost

[The Mayor is oddly silent today. Contemplative. It may have something to do with the wallpaper here now being very obviously reinforced. Don’t try to tear it down again, kids. You won’t like what happens.

Both Martin and Alfred’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, one of those might come as a shock if you weren’t around when the other body was found. But in the end, you’ll have to press onwards regardless of how many people have fallen today.]

Trial start.

thevisitors

[It's rainy heavily. Some cabins might have leaks from the rain slipping through the old roofs, it's freezing over night but if you're someone who likes the sound of heavy rain you might just sleep peacefully through the night.

When you wake up, it's still sprinkling. Umbrellas might be helpful to you while you go downtown to start your day, or maybe you're using the cover from the trees. Either way, there's something you'll notice off the bat even with all the rain. Something that you're starting to get accustomed to seeing.

Blood. A trail of it leading towards the center of the town.

Do you dare follow it, knowing what could be found at the end of that trail?]

thevisitors

Another week, another handful of deaths.

Some of your questions have been answered, and yet, more and more sprout up in their place. Who is Peter Venkman? What happened to the original Mayor? What happened back at the sawmill? Why are you still here?

Here's hoping none of you kill each other so you can get some goddamn answers, for once.

16 Living Remain.

[SATURDAY SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

(ooc: make sure to turn your AC in!)

tenrules

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

withthemost

Second verse, same as the first. Time to go.

[So, as is the norm by now, everyone will gather into town hall. Should any of the ghosts try to enter, they will find themselves with terrible headaches and their eyes beginning to glow red upon entering the building.

In other words? Ghosts shouldn’t attend.

The room looks the same. Same nausea-inducing wallpaper, same asshole ghost mayor, most of the same people. The podiums that Li and Angus stood at have been reduced to piles of splintery wood, and in that end, that seems like the only difference - outside of their missing presence.]

Round 2 of However-Many-People-You-Decide-To-Kill. Here we go.

thevisitors

[It's early Friday morning, and the sun has yet to risen. If there were clocks around it'd probably say it was around 4 -- maybe 5 am, and the brisk air chills you down to your bone. Normally you would be sleeping right now, or tossing and turning in your cot but something has awoken you. Something startled you right out of your bed.

A gunshot, resonating through the woods.

You better make sure it was just someone hunting a deer, and not a person.]

thevisitors

[Well that motive was... heavy. Sol had joked about a sleepover before but after that he kind of feels like everyone needs at least one night together, right? So he spents most of the day on Tuesday setting up in the inn like he had mentioned earlier. He pushes all of the furniture in the main part of the building out into a random room, and moves as many of the mattresses as he possibly can down onto the floor, making basically the entire floor just one giant mattress. There's only about fourteen rather than a full 20, but some of them are double sized, so some people can share right?

He has food set up on the front desk and by food I mean leftover twinkies from the stash he stole and soda...? There's also a makeup kit that he found in the general store and plenty of paper and pen for everyone to doodle on.

Everyone will find a note under their door, telling them to meet at the inn and to bring pajamas. Even the cabin of the ghosts will find one -- everyone's invited!]

WRAPUP LOG

FINAL SHOWDOWN

final investigation.

FINAL WEEK

And then there were [insert very small number here]

FIFTH TRIAL

fifth investigation.

WEEK 5

character development sucks

FOURTH TRIAL

fourth investigation.

Week 4

A Gathering, of Sorts

Third Trial.

third investigation.

WEEK 3

WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

SECOND TRIAL.

second investigation.

sleepover sleepover

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