[SPAM]- Backdated to shortly after lockdown, because... I was late. >.>

[thatsaflaregun]

[So Pritchett had a massive freak out after the house locked itself down and told everyone the horror story of the house. Currently, he's pacing the main hall where everything got started, running a hand over his face and looking generally like a spazz-case. Anyone who happens to still be lurking around in that area, he's addressing. Note: He looks

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[thegooddrjones]

Don't be so fucking melodramatic.

[thatsaflaregun]

It wants us all dead. [He points accusingly at the stained glass window... Or rather the pieces of it.]

[thegooddrjones]

That was Steven. Creepy, remember?

[thatsaflaregun]

[Yeah, he's going to investigate the scotch now.]

Yeah. Your husband. Y'know what? Your husband looks like a Care Bear compared to this house, but whatever. Don't believe me.

[He plops down on a chair.]

There's a master control room in the basement. Supposedly. No one's touched the place in years, but knock yourselves out. We're pretty much just waiting around for the inevitable anyway. It'll show up anytime now.

[pleasesmirk]

As soon as you gave us all these [He holds up his gun] you guaranteed that.

[thatsaflaregun]

Okay... First off, I didn't give you the fucking guns. Price did. I was just supposed to bring you up here, get my money, and go.

Second of all, you better hope you all shoot each other, because that's probably the least gruesome way to die in here.

[pleasesmirk]

Then I better get on with it.

[thatsaflaregun]

Yeah... Yeah, you just go ahead and do that.

[my_freeze_ray]

So, if you're so certain that your house is a carnivorous force for evil, what the hell are you doing renting it out to rich spooky assholes for parties?

[thatsaflaregun]

[Pritchett sputters for a moment, because that's a good point.] For the money. I didn't think I'd actually get stuck in here. Sorry I'm not a saint.

I AM THE SLOWEST TAGGER THIS WEEKEND :C

[my_freeze_ray]

You should be sorry! People are dying because you thought you could make a bit of money and pull out before this got dangerous. I hope this place swallows you whole.

IT'S OKAY, BB. <33

[thatsaflaregun]

[PRITCHETT IS JUST GOING OVER HERE TO BE WITH HIS NEW BFF THE BAR.

Also... LOL dramatic irony.]

[triggered_it]

Sir? Can you be a little more useful?

[thatsaflaregun]

[Pritchett has retired to a chair and is now holding his glass of scotch to his head. He's getting a headache. When he speaks, he sounds dejected and sulky.]

What does it matter? We're all doomed.

[He sighs.]

There might be a main control center in the basement. Might be. But I'm not going down there, brother. [ANOTHER PAUSE. ...huh. What the fuck was that. ...Never mind.]

[triggered_it]

[He makes a mental note of the 'brother,' at the end.]

Be more specific. Why, exactly, are we all doomed? You say your house is alive, but what, exactly, does it do?

I'd like to at least know what I should be expecting.

[thatsaflaregun]

[Pritchett leans forward, lowering the scotch so that it dangles from his fingers. His expression is the perfect example of a 'duh' face.]

It kills.

[amagicalmystery]

[as far as Facilier is concerned, this is at least half the fault of rich, stupid people who think they can turn people's lives into a game, just like all of the rich, stupid people he's ever met. so it's all he can do not to shove him into the wall.]

Would y'all like to give me one reason why we shouldn't feed you to it, then?

[thatsaflaregun]

[AND NOW HE'S GETTING A LITTLE HYSTERICAL.]

I didn't invite you here! I told Price it was a bad idea, but the son of a bitch wouldn't believe me. I'm just an accessory to house homicide, but whatever. The house doesn't give a shit who did what, because it's a fucking house.

don't worry, not about to shoot him without permission <3

[amagicalmystery]

[Iroh and Morgan are getting tortured and everyone's life is in danger from something the Other Side could have dreamed up, and it's because some smug bastard wanted to have a party. Now he's drawing his gun and not even trying to pretend he doesn't care.]

That just ups the body count, son. Try again.

<3333!

[thatsaflaregun]

That gun's full of blanks. [He pauses... At this point, he doesn't trust Price not to have been a crazy ass and put real bullets in that thing, so he backs away slowly, putting his hands up.]

What the hell do you want me to say?