[Need a cabin? Look no further.]

[skullkingabout]

[The graveyard -- yes, that graveyard -- has a new addition! A crypt has sprung up, as if out of nowhere. The 'Rest In Peace' sign is fresh and those spiderwebs look like they've only just been spun. Next to the intricately carved stone gargoyles is a neat sign, written in spidery hand writing:

VACANCIES.
Apply within.

Living welcome. Or, in

Comments

[like_im_blind]

How perfect~

[skullkingabout]

Perfect, you say? Why, I'm flattered!

[like_im_blind]

... well now!

[skullkingabout]

Looking for a place to stay?

[like_im_blind]

Oh no, I have one, but... this place certainly has an appeal. Might I ask your name?

[skullkingabout]

Why, certainly. Jack Skellington, at your service.

[like_im_blind]

What a unique name~ I'm Dr. Allen, also at your service.

[skullkingabout]

I'm a unique sort of guy.

A doctor? How marvellous. This place really does have everything.

[like_im_blind]

Oh yes, indeed~

[skullkingabout]

What sort of doctor?

[like_im_blind]

Not the kind of doctor you might benefit from, I'm afraid. I deal in internal medicine.

[skullkingabout]

Ah, that kind of doctor! No, I see your point.

[like_im_blind]

Indeed.

Might I ask you something~?

[skullkingabout]

Certainly.

[like_im_blind]

How on earth did your physiology become that of a skeleton? Or have you always been this way.

[skullkingabout]

Now that's a good question! But not one I know the answer to.