Boo.

[Tulio lay in his bed, chilling in his and Miguel's room. Totally relaxed as he whistled the ‘Grim Grinning Ghosts’ melody. He looks over to Miguel with a smirk as he puts his hands behind his head.]

Hey Miguel, I don’t know about you. But I have been having a lot of fun with at some of these parties. Las muchachas ( Read more... )

[Jack is in the cemetery, weaving his way between the gravestones. He looks very confused, and is swaying from side to side as he walks even more than usual. He's not used to walking on the ground just yet; he needs the swaying of a ship under him.]

...Land?

[He feels that his hand is gripped around something. Instead of the rum bottle that ( Read more... )

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[The communicator shows footage of conservatory in all it's abandoned 'glory', although the quality of the recording is a little shaky... At best. The one recording it is moving while she plays with the functions, and for a bit all that really shows is ground and bits of random dead plants. And that hardly makes for a good video to view. But ( Read more... )

[Tulio walked along the hallways with Miguel. Both deciding it probably is best if they go exploring around the mansion, see all the different parts of the place. Holding out a candle, passing all the different paintings. Each one creeping him out.]

Miguel… Are these paintings watching us? Or is it just me?

[There were a lot of things Riku found ridiculous. Being stuck in this house was one of them. Having his clothes stolen by a ghost bride and having to find more was another. But the most ridiculous of then all was probably the fact that aftre all his searching, all he could find was a white button down shirt with ruffles at the collar, a tight pair ( Read more... )

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[There's pitter patter that seems to echo a few of the hallways in the residential quarters of the mansion.

First one way...

then another way...

then back again...

Nill seems to be running rather quickly between hallways in hopes of losing one of the trails of candles she has following after her..]

[Feed turns on to what appears to be a black cat sitting amongst the cob webs of the large piped organ in the dining hall. Though the cat looks as if it's part of the decorations, it's not.

Squinting goldenrod eyes towards her feed, the tiny head looks around before a raspy male voice sounds from the creature.]They need more milk here ( Read more... )