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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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[Well, she already kind of knows Cass can be like this from what Rapunzel said...even if it's still kind of weird to see for herself. And...a sword? That's even less girly than tackling a door! But at the same time...why does she want to see that?]

Oh, I was actually wondering why you didn't get one of the guys to do it! Like that Kronk fellow looks really big and strong, right?

[On the contrary, Cass hadn't heard much about Foxy from Rapunzel. Her knowledge only extends from the plaques in the lobby... and even then, that's a bit of a stretch.]

Well, he's... definitely big, I guess. Maybe I could try and use him as a battering ram? [She's half kidding.] But I just figured I'd do this on my own, instead.

[Foxy stares. It feels like her brain is breaking and moving back into shape at the same time.] But...why would you want to do it on your own when you can get a guy to do it for you? [That last part doesn't come out as easily, with less of her previous chirpy tone.]

[...She's confused. Not by the question itself, she's heard them all; guards in Corona, other handmaidens, all asking her why she works so hard for something when she could just leave it be and stay with the profession she had. Woman in Ingvarr rolled their eyes at it, and so did she.

Hearing it now, from this young woman, was... off. Something was off about it. In a way she couldn't put her finger on.]

Uh, because I don't care about asking a guy to help? I can do it. Probably better than any guy could. I'm not going to trust Doofensmats to get this door open for me.

[Just...staring.] But...it's romantic when a guy helps you out, isn't it? [Something seems to be slipping in her mind, despite her best efforts.] You've...always done everything by yourself? You've never had a guy help?

Romantic? More like annoying. [She laughs to herself. Just how many times had some guy tried to step in, wanting to help the poor little handmaiden... only to end up with a fist in his face? How often had she run circles around the entire royal guard, or went toe to toe with even her dad?] Sure have. Sitting by and letting the guys do all the work is not my style. I earn my keep; getting things done myself is the best way to ensure that it's done right.

[Foxy looks shocked at the statement as she tries to reconcile it with what her conscious mind is telling her. It doesn't help that part of her mind seems to be agreeing.]

W-well, yeah, there's some things girls are better at doing than guys, like sewing and art and craft stuff...it's just that girls and guys each have things they're better at doing, so it's best to leave the right stuff to the right type, right? [She's rambling at that last part, clutching her head with one paw and a confused expression.]

...Uh.

[Now this... This was strange. The rambling, the genuine confusion... it all swings in a direction that goes beyond the average nonsense she rarely heard in her day-to-day life.]

Nnnot exactly. There's some guys back home called the Pug Thugs that are really into knitting and baking and-

[Hm. Maybe. She should stop?]

Are you feeling okay?

Huh? Oh, of course! [She blinks a few times, before settling back into a cheery smile.] Just really surprised at hearing all that! Your home sounds pretty strange!

....Yeah.

[You know what? She can't even argue.]

It's gotten stranger in recent years. But I guess part of that is Rapunzel's fault.

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

honestly just assume a general sexism cw for this whole thread probs

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cw: implied brainwashing too

oh boy oh boy

cw: brainwashing

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