[ well, while they are being terrible cloud is going to grab his neon drink and subtly put it on someone else's table while they pass by. if a ghost eats it it still counts.
to the kitchen! i assume it is easier for harrow to sneak than it is for cloud "i have a giant sword" strife, but here they are. the staff do not seem to notice them yet. there is a door to the back. is it... freedom? ]
Over there. Past the chef-- microwaving food.
[ chef mike is the most important cook in this place you heathen ]
[i don't know if harrow "i also have a giant sword and i'm wearing bones and skull face paint" hark is more subtle, no. either way, they aren't sneaking at all, just openly watching through the kitchen.
[ yes but she's so tiny. how can anyone see her. a speck. it was truly just making a teeny harrow joke. ]
... Let me try smething.
[ cloud tries kicking the door!
he hurts his foot a little and pretends he doesn't. ]
Unless it links to a brick wall, this isn't it.
[ unfortunately kicking the door is a little offensive to the kitchen staff, who is now trying to shoo them out while also giving them complimentary pretzel breadsticks. because all consequences go back to food in this one. ]
[ the most traumatizing part of this experience is, when they get back to their table with their new fun dip, their food is still there. it is now cold. the zombie has left a condensation circle of water on the table ]
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to the kitchen! i assume it is easier for harrow to sneak than it is for cloud "i have a giant sword" strife, but here they are. the staff do not seem to notice them yet. there is a door to the back. is it... freedom? ]
Over there. Past the chef-- microwaving food.
[ chef mike is the most important cook in this place you heathen ]
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harrow will try the door.]
...It won't budge.
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... Let me try smething.
[ cloud tries kicking the door!
he hurts his foot a little and pretends he doesn't. ]
Unless it links to a brick wall, this isn't it.
[ unfortunately kicking the door is a little offensive to the kitchen staff, who is now trying to shoo them out while also giving them complimentary pretzel breadsticks. because all consequences go back to food in this one. ]
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They cannot possibly make us eat that food.
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These rooms will be the death of me.
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[ the most traumatizing part of this experience is, when they get back to their table with their new fun dip, their food is still there. it is now cold. the zombie has left a condensation circle of water on the table ]
... We have to eat it.
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