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At least the Genie seems pretty darn friendly for a Genie?

Unfortunately he doesn't seem to be able to send you guys home anytime soon. But on the bright side, minus some certain jerks (looking at you, Bill), no one seems blood thirsty enough to resort to murder, not when they could try to escape. And with a helpful (well... helpful as he can be) host, perhaps no one will die!

... Yeah I can't even pretend to joke.

As you wake up the morning following the host appearing himself, there will be a list of club rules next to all the profiles. Which should at least discourage Bill Cipher from murdering everyone the instant he stops being a puppet.

Still, the week seems pretty peaceful, and you can explore the hotel more if you like. or even chat with the Genie if you want to squeeze some information out of him/befriend him! He's not picky!

Enjoy your time while you can, adventurers...]

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{OOC: Welcome to your first weekly log! Since this is a peace week, there will be no murder occurring this week! Feel free to mingle with each other and use the regain mask if you have long enough threads.

Have fun everyone <3}

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Boo! I could put on a show better than that!

[Guess who's sitting in the 'audience' and snacking on a bowl of microwaved popcorn? It's Dr. Doofenshmirtz! Nevermind the fact that this isn't really a 'show' as much as Sugarplum having fun by herself, but Doof is always ready to jest and jeer at other people.]

Where's the production value? Where are the back-up dancers? Where are the tiny hats and canes?!

It's a solo piece.

[She's stopped, naturally coming back to bras bas. Not that you can see her feet in the dress she's wearing, but it's kind of an awkward position for her arms.]

But if you'd like to learn, I'd be happy to teach you.

Nah, I'm good. I already learned my fair share of classical dance and ballet back in Drusselstein.

[...Well, probably. His childhood was kind of a mess.]

In fact, I invented a balletinator that would eliminate the need for stupid painful pointe shoes by getting rid of ballet altogether! But...er, in the end, my nemesis ended up destroying it.

Why would you want to get rid of ballet altogether? I admit that pointe shoes can be annoying and they wear through so easily but ballet is a beautiful art form.

[She's on Perry's side here, honestly.]

Because it's annoying, and also, the floor above me is a dance studio! Every day I have to listen to their incessant tapping and jumping--I mean, c'mon, I can't just relocate all my evil inventions and plans just because some stupid dance studio decided to rent out a floor!

[So, obviously, the solution was to...get rid of ballet altogether.]

[????? ?? She's, uh. Not sure if she's totally following that logic, honestly.]

Couldn't you have just installed insulation on your ceiling?

But then I'd have to deal with the contractors and go through all the permits necessary to modify my own work space--ugh, not worth the effort!

[Versus...the...effort needed to build something to destroy ballet entirely?]

Anyways, we were discussing the production values on your current dance.

[??? ?? ??????? Yeah, alright. She's just gonna. Let that one go.]

And you weren't keen on helping me improve them. Unless maybe you could use your inventing skills to make me a better backdrop? This stage is ever so dreary.

[........... Worth a shot.]

[hhhhhhhmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmMMM]

Give me one eensy-teensy second.

[And then he runs off. Wipecut to maybe five minutes later where he's set up a bunch of taxidermy animals on the stage and drawn an incredibly crude looking background with an evilly grinning sun.]

There. Now, I know I don't have the tools on hand to go all out, but wouldn't you say this drastically improves it?

[A taxidermy jackalope's antler falls off.]

[..................................................]

It certainly has [PAUSE. SUCH A PAUSE.] a definite charm to it. And it is less dreary than before.

[But also why's the sun smiling like that. And why are there so many taxidermy animals.]

See? I told you!

[Dr. Doof is always right.]

Now, if I were truly the one constructing this, my nemesis would probably show up immediately after I finished my devious plans, which means that one--or more--of these taxidermy animals would have a hidden inator within them to destroy him. But I don't have access to my tools, so this'll have to do.

[He waves his hand.]

Anyways! You could pretend to be doing Peter and the Wolf or something. Or Peter and the Jackalope, in this case.

[You know, she worries about your obsession with your nemesis sometimes. That can't be healthy.]

A little difficult as a solo performer but. [Her brow wrinkles, ever so slightly.] I think it might be manageable. Are you sure you don't want to dance with me? You could be the wolf!

[Hmmmm....Doofenshmirtz looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Eh, you know what? Sure, what the heck! It's been a long time since I've done any of this, but I probably still got it.

["Probably" being the key phrase here. He saunters up onto the stage. His posture does not improve by any margin.]

Alright, here we go!

[She could comment on his posture, but well. This is just for fun! It's not like they're actually performing for anyone.

Anyway, I cannot believe you're making me do this, Everett. I cannot believe that you're making me type that Sugarplum starts to dance the part of Peter, just expecting Doofenshmirtz to follow along with her. Truly, I am back in Foolish Mortals. Truly, I have always been the Foolish Mortal.]

[Doofenshmirtz delivers a stunning...er, performance. He's a little flatfooted, but otherwise actually kind of alright? He wasn't lying about the whole dance lesson thing.

it's all for the coins.]

You know, you're actually very surprising.

[She sounds genuine about this, and not vaguely fake or forced the way she mostly does, and then she seems to realize something.]

Maybe if you proved yourself to be a man of culture, you could make yourself seem more trustworthy than your brother or your nemesis.

You aint never had a friend, never had a friend...

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