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nohalation) wrote2018-08-29 03:43 am
nohalation) wrote2018-08-29 03:43 am
The Party - Part 2 - Ophelia
As the chaos spills, screams and footsteps replacing the lost sound of music. The chandeliers overhead shut off one by one, with the last one shining like a spotlight over Cinderella and Early Rockenhurst. The color drains from Early's face. Cinderella stands firmly and simply stretches her arm across Early like a shield.
But,
The people who fall, suddenly stand, reanimated like zombies.
And they begn to lunge towards the unharmed guests, attacking them.
Climate Change12/09/2017
Clima's fast on his feet, searching for a weapon as he grabs Dusk to pull her away from Ophelia and also maybe away from any zombies or lightning bolts.
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
Slot jumps away from the man, taking the time to look for anything that he could use as a weapon
Dusk the Best12/09/2017
Dusk is being whisked away, but there is a slight tenseness in her bodyform, or at least Clima would recognize it. "There is just no reason to ruin someone else's party when they're not involved!"
GM12/09/2017
The man eyes you, Slot, with a distance smile. His voice is perfectly level. "Finally, I can lead the dance I want." You can barely hear his voice over the manic screams. "Isn't this much more fun?"
You search frantically for a weapon, and on the stage the band was performing you spot a guitar that looks like an axe... Though the band fell unconscious, they haven't reanimated. None of them are breathing.
So that's enough reason to grab the guitar axe, right?
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
"Sorry, borrowing this!" Slot says, grabbing the axe and turning back to the man. "I don't know, I think I would've had more fun doing a two-step with you, but I suppose we're just going to have a different sort of dance, aren't we?"
But really quick, Slot takes a glance around the ballroom, wanting to make sure that Bottle is safe.
GM12/09/2017
As Clima pulls Dusk away, Ophelia can't help but laugh... rather, she laughs at the scene before her.
Ophelia unclasps the bottom of her gown, dropping the skirt and revealing a monstrosity. The lower half of her body looks like a bubbling, jet-black creature from the abyss, thick with black ink that smells rank and oozes onto everything it touches. She moves towards the pair slowly, leaving an inky residue.
"My, it's quite an honor to meet like this again! But you're not what we're here for, so don't worry~"
Clima, the closest thing to you is the buffet table. You find two sharp knives! Hooray for that.
And don't worry about Bottle. You can see your man trying to help the people escape, punching a zombified rich person in the face every now and then. He seems to be doing pretty decent.
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
Slot nods, glad to see his man doing good, before turning back to the man in front of him, "So? Shall we dance then?"
Climate Change12/10/2017
He's grabbing honestly every piece of cutlery he can from that table, taking care to take Dusk's hand and delicately put the handle of a knife against her palm. Softly, he speaks. "Protect yourself."
Not that he expects that much out of Dusk she's so cute but he needs to make sure she's safe, and also seeing her struggle with a knife would be really cute, as long as she didn't hurt herself, wait,
"Point this end at people, not yourself." Tapping at the tip of the blade.
He's covering his bases.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"Oh thanks . . . " Dusk takes it and looks over towards Cinderella, how is she doing. "Lady, are you alright!!"
GM12/10/2017
The man with eyes as red as the sun laughs flatly at you, Slot. His hands glow, buzzing with golden static.
"Yes, I would gladly. Play me a beautiful tune to the sound of the suffering, won't you please?"
Since you jumped to the initiative here, Slot, you can get your first attack in if you want!
• Attack check (roll 2D6 + Bravery, get 11 or more)
• If that works, roll a 2D6 -2 to determine damage!
Climate Change12/10/2017
He huffs, nodding with his eyes sparkling, before he lets go of her hand so he can hold the knives with one hand between his fingers and then the forks and spoons on the other hand between each finger, watching Ophelia and every Zombiefiedmans here. He isn't striking yet, but if there are any approaching Dusk, he is fuckin On It
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+2 = (5+6)+2 = 13
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6-2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6-2 = (6+3)-2 = 7
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
"Hopefully this tune won't go flat!" Slot says, swinging the axe at the man.
GM12/10/2017
Cinderella is burning people's faces off with a grimace. Literally pressing her hands to their faces Scar-style and watching their faces melt off. Early clings to her, the glass dress, actually, which is really hot, his face clammy and as white as a sheet.
Though the zombified nobles are attacking everyone, they all seem especially focused on Cinderella and Early...
Glancing at you, Dusk, Cinderella desperately taps in acknowledgement while burning another man's face off (with Early gasping in the background.) The butler is nowhere to be seen. You don't understand what she's trying to say... unless you think you know morse code and want to try to roll a Wit roll at 15 or higher.
Clima, nobody is lunging at Dusk, which I'm sure is relief... but someone with a pearl necklace and pearls wrapped around her horns charges at you instead. Her claws are finely sharpened. Her body is a weapon. But, she is simply a zombified dragon noble lady...
/roll 2d6+1
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+1 = (2+6)+1 = 9
GM12/10/2017
Still, she's fast. She charges up to Clima and slashes her nails—no, claws, really—across his face, dealing 3 damage.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+4
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Dusk the Best: 2d6+4 = (3+1)+4 = 8
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Yeah naw, guess we don't know what she's sayin, but WHATEVER IT'S FINE.
GM12/10/2017
It probably should have been 13, but same difference. She keeps tapping her heels furiously, looking around for her butler. Where is he?!
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
She gives them a thumbs up. And then suddenly, she starts singing.
/roll 2d6+5
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Dusk the Best: 2d6+5 = (3+2)+5 = 10
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Dusk's use of hope gives everyone an extra hope.
;o
Climate Change12/10/2017
Clima doesn't make a sound as he moves to the side, face bleeding but nonetheless he's swinging his fork right at the dragon lady's eye.
GM12/10/2017
Slot, you slam the guitar-axe into the guy, knocking the air right out of him as he crashes into a drumset. Badum-tsh. He presses his hand to his head, the static making his hair stand on its ends. "Haha... ha, give me an encore, you fucker—!"
It's his turn to shoot an electrical shock at you,
/roll 2D6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: Deprimo!
GM12/10/2017
oops
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+3 = (6+6)+3 = 15
GM12/10/2017
...
Climate Change12/10/2017
...
Bye Slot.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
bye
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
bye
GM12/10/2017
/roll 2d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6 = (5+4) = 9
GM12/10/2017
This man's electric magic practically fries you, Slot. Your skin feels like it's tingling, burning, and your nerves are crying out—just when did the guitar-axe slip from your hands? When did you fall to your knees? You need a second here to process this. It doesn't help that the man himself is pulling himself up to his own feet, laughing as he does at your pitiful stance.
> Roll 1D6 for me real quck
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 1d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 1d6 = (6) = 6
GM12/10/2017
You are down to 6HP. You still have fight in you, but god does your body ache.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Haha, that's the same hp as Dusk now and she just got a facecut.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Slot's taking deep, heaving breaths as he slowly pulls himself up. "Encore? I'll give you a whole new set if you want it so badly!" He's not bothering to pick up the axe just yet. Instead, he's focusing on the man and starts channeling his energy inside of him. Even though he just got the tar fried out of him, he's still feeling stronger, like he can do this. It may have failed earlier, but it's always worth a second shot: Possession
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+3 = (4+1)+3 = 8
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Nope
He's too fried, and he can't focus like he needs too. The power's slipping out of him and Slot just curses under his breath, "Damnit--!"
He just drops down to pick the axe back up and hones back in on the man. "Well, shall we?"
GM12/10/2017
With the skillful flick of your wrist, Clima, you thrust the fork into the woman's eye, tearing it apart when I'm with you, causE WHEN WE ARE APART I FEEL IT TOO.
i mean
She cries and right after you extract a bloodied fork, she's clawing at her own face, tumbling to the ground.
The blood looks like jelly. Yum.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Well, if everyone is busy fighting each other and no one is gonna poke Dusk, Dusk is gonna go right to Ophelia.
GM12/10/2017
Funny you mention that—Ophelia is slowly approaching you! She's very slow now. It's unfortunate. It's because only her upper half was warped here. It really WAS the only dress she could fit in, now that the lower half of her body looks like No Face's.
"I told you it would get hectic, Miss Miserable. If you and your party hadn't intervened, we'd have settled this long ago." Her expression is calm, expressing nothing other than the satisfaction of placing the blame on Dusk.
And by long ago,
she means yesterday.
You can see it, Slot, the man you're fighting is low on energy, too. You're both even now, I'd say, in terms of how much more you can take.
If you'd like, go ahead and complete the attack check (bravery + 2d6) and the 2d6-2 damage your axe deals!
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"My name is Dusk!" Dusk shouts. "And you started it! You got mad over a name which is just silly! I don't even hate you!" Says the girl who is very determined over correcting the name.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+2 = (5+1)+2 = 8
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Swing and a miss!
GM12/10/2017
Ophelia spreads the fur-trimmed fan again, laughing behind it like a snake in a courtesan's outfit would if a snake would wear people's clothes. In contrast to the voice she laughs with, her voice thunders at her, bellowing in a furious tone.
"Don't forget how much your title means! I'm Ophelia Who Died! It's because I died! But I hold no regrets, you see, because this is the best fate for me. Someone who was suffering, who was ignored because I would only trouble someone, deserves this!" She's nearly delirioius now.
"And if I deserve this, Miss Dusk, you deserve to be miserable!"
Slot, you swing your axe heavily, with what energy you can muster, however, you miss him by a hair. You don't even graze him. He stumbles a bit, to stay out of your way, then he raises his hand towards you to send another lightning bolt your way.
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+3 = (1+1)+3 = 5
GM12/10/2017
jesus, critical success then critical fail
/roll 2d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6 = (4+1) = 5
GM12/10/2017
...instead, due to his own lack of energy, the fired attack bounces from your guitar axe and hits him.
Knocking himself unconscious
I won't even roll for that, he was at 1.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Slot pauses and lets out a bark of laughter! Then he just collapses onto the ground and decides catching his breath for a moment would be a good thing
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"I never forgot because no one will let me forget about it!" Dusk will storm right up to her even if she is a slow turtle. "If I deserve to be miserable, I don't care! Cuz I'm! Gonna! Change ! It! So that no one else in Halation has to be miserable again! It'll just be fun and songs and dancing so stop being a big, dead baby!"
Climate Change12/10/2017
Clima takes the chance to lunge at the dragon lady, jumping nimbly to try to land on her back.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Dusk finds a cup on the ground and then throws it!! But hardly seriously, more like she just throws it on the ground out of tantrumy frustration.
Climate Change12/10/2017
When he lands, he's grabbing her by the necklace, yanking it taught at the wire to tighten it against the dragon lady's neck. Tighter and tighter, can zombies breathe...
GM12/10/2017
Well, this zombie can't breathe anymore, that's for sure. She flails until she's blue in the face. Her hand, decorated with small rings, falls limply to the ground. She slumps over, lifeless.
Fortunately, by now, Cinderella and Clima, let's say that, too, have dealt with most of the zombies running amok. Most of the un-zombified guests have already escaped, too, thanks to Bottle's efficiency in helping to funnel the mess out of the only exit.
Now all that's left, really, is Ophelia.
But,
The people who fall, suddenly stand, reanimated like zombies.
And they begn to lunge towards the unharmed guests, attacking them.
Climate Change12/09/2017
Clima's fast on his feet, searching for a weapon as he grabs Dusk to pull her away from Ophelia and also maybe away from any zombies or lightning bolts.
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
Slot jumps away from the man, taking the time to look for anything that he could use as a weapon
Dusk the Best12/09/2017
Dusk is being whisked away, but there is a slight tenseness in her bodyform, or at least Clima would recognize it. "There is just no reason to ruin someone else's party when they're not involved!"
GM12/09/2017
The man eyes you, Slot, with a distance smile. His voice is perfectly level. "Finally, I can lead the dance I want." You can barely hear his voice over the manic screams. "Isn't this much more fun?"
You search frantically for a weapon, and on the stage the band was performing you spot a guitar that looks like an axe... Though the band fell unconscious, they haven't reanimated. None of them are breathing.
So that's enough reason to grab the guitar axe, right?
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
"Sorry, borrowing this!" Slot says, grabbing the axe and turning back to the man. "I don't know, I think I would've had more fun doing a two-step with you, but I suppose we're just going to have a different sort of dance, aren't we?"
But really quick, Slot takes a glance around the ballroom, wanting to make sure that Bottle is safe.
GM12/09/2017
As Clima pulls Dusk away, Ophelia can't help but laugh... rather, she laughs at the scene before her.
Ophelia unclasps the bottom of her gown, dropping the skirt and revealing a monstrosity. The lower half of her body looks like a bubbling, jet-black creature from the abyss, thick with black ink that smells rank and oozes onto everything it touches. She moves towards the pair slowly, leaving an inky residue.
"My, it's quite an honor to meet like this again! But you're not what we're here for, so don't worry~"
Clima, the closest thing to you is the buffet table. You find two sharp knives! Hooray for that.
And don't worry about Bottle. You can see your man trying to help the people escape, punching a zombified rich person in the face every now and then. He seems to be doing pretty decent.
Slut the Rumored12/09/2017
Slot nods, glad to see his man doing good, before turning back to the man in front of him, "So? Shall we dance then?"
Climate Change12/10/2017
He's grabbing honestly every piece of cutlery he can from that table, taking care to take Dusk's hand and delicately put the handle of a knife against her palm. Softly, he speaks. "Protect yourself."
Not that he expects that much out of Dusk she's so cute but he needs to make sure she's safe, and also seeing her struggle with a knife would be really cute, as long as she didn't hurt herself, wait,
"Point this end at people, not yourself." Tapping at the tip of the blade.
He's covering his bases.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"Oh thanks . . . " Dusk takes it and looks over towards Cinderella, how is she doing. "Lady, are you alright!!"
GM12/10/2017
The man with eyes as red as the sun laughs flatly at you, Slot. His hands glow, buzzing with golden static.
"Yes, I would gladly. Play me a beautiful tune to the sound of the suffering, won't you please?"
Since you jumped to the initiative here, Slot, you can get your first attack in if you want!
• Attack check (roll 2D6 + Bravery, get 11 or more)
• If that works, roll a 2D6 -2 to determine damage!
Climate Change12/10/2017
He huffs, nodding with his eyes sparkling, before he lets go of her hand so he can hold the knives with one hand between his fingers and then the forks and spoons on the other hand between each finger, watching Ophelia and every Zombiefiedmans here. He isn't striking yet, but if there are any approaching Dusk, he is fuckin On It
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+2 = (5+6)+2 = 13
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6-2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6-2 = (6+3)-2 = 7
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
"Hopefully this tune won't go flat!" Slot says, swinging the axe at the man.
GM12/10/2017
Cinderella is burning people's faces off with a grimace. Literally pressing her hands to their faces Scar-style and watching their faces melt off. Early clings to her, the glass dress, actually, which is really hot, his face clammy and as white as a sheet.
Though the zombified nobles are attacking everyone, they all seem especially focused on Cinderella and Early...
Glancing at you, Dusk, Cinderella desperately taps in acknowledgement while burning another man's face off (with Early gasping in the background.) The butler is nowhere to be seen. You don't understand what she's trying to say... unless you think you know morse code and want to try to roll a Wit roll at 15 or higher.
Clima, nobody is lunging at Dusk, which I'm sure is relief... but someone with a pearl necklace and pearls wrapped around her horns charges at you instead. Her claws are finely sharpened. Her body is a weapon. But, she is simply a zombified dragon noble lady...
/roll 2d6+1
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+1 = (2+6)+1 = 9
GM12/10/2017
Still, she's fast. She charges up to Clima and slashes her nails—no, claws, really—across his face, dealing 3 damage.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+4
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Dusk the Best: 2d6+4 = (3+1)+4 = 8
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Yeah naw, guess we don't know what she's sayin, but WHATEVER IT'S FINE.
GM12/10/2017
It probably should have been 13, but same difference. She keeps tapping her heels furiously, looking around for her butler. Where is he?!
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
She gives them a thumbs up. And then suddenly, she starts singing.
/roll 2d6+5
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Dusk the Best: 2d6+5 = (3+2)+5 = 10
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Dusk's use of hope gives everyone an extra hope.
;o
Climate Change12/10/2017
Clima doesn't make a sound as he moves to the side, face bleeding but nonetheless he's swinging his fork right at the dragon lady's eye.
GM12/10/2017
Slot, you slam the guitar-axe into the guy, knocking the air right out of him as he crashes into a drumset. Badum-tsh. He presses his hand to his head, the static making his hair stand on its ends. "Haha... ha, give me an encore, you fucker—!"
It's his turn to shoot an electrical shock at you,
/roll 2D6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: Deprimo!
GM12/10/2017
oops
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+3 = (6+6)+3 = 15
GM12/10/2017
...
Climate Change12/10/2017
...
Bye Slot.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
bye
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
bye
GM12/10/2017
/roll 2d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6 = (5+4) = 9
GM12/10/2017
This man's electric magic practically fries you, Slot. Your skin feels like it's tingling, burning, and your nerves are crying out—just when did the guitar-axe slip from your hands? When did you fall to your knees? You need a second here to process this. It doesn't help that the man himself is pulling himself up to his own feet, laughing as he does at your pitiful stance.
> Roll 1D6 for me real quck
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 1d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 1d6 = (6) = 6
GM12/10/2017
You are down to 6HP. You still have fight in you, but god does your body ache.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Haha, that's the same hp as Dusk now and she just got a facecut.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Slot's taking deep, heaving breaths as he slowly pulls himself up. "Encore? I'll give you a whole new set if you want it so badly!" He's not bothering to pick up the axe just yet. Instead, he's focusing on the man and starts channeling his energy inside of him. Even though he just got the tar fried out of him, he's still feeling stronger, like he can do this. It may have failed earlier, but it's always worth a second shot: Possession
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+3 = (4+1)+3 = 8
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Nope
He's too fried, and he can't focus like he needs too. The power's slipping out of him and Slot just curses under his breath, "Damnit--!"
He just drops down to pick the axe back up and hones back in on the man. "Well, shall we?"
GM12/10/2017
With the skillful flick of your wrist, Clima, you thrust the fork into the woman's eye, tearing it apart when I'm with you, causE WHEN WE ARE APART I FEEL IT TOO.
i mean
She cries and right after you extract a bloodied fork, she's clawing at her own face, tumbling to the ground.
The blood looks like jelly. Yum.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Well, if everyone is busy fighting each other and no one is gonna poke Dusk, Dusk is gonna go right to Ophelia.
GM12/10/2017
Funny you mention that—Ophelia is slowly approaching you! She's very slow now. It's unfortunate. It's because only her upper half was warped here. It really WAS the only dress she could fit in, now that the lower half of her body looks like No Face's.
"I told you it would get hectic, Miss Miserable. If you and your party hadn't intervened, we'd have settled this long ago." Her expression is calm, expressing nothing other than the satisfaction of placing the blame on Dusk.
And by long ago,
she means yesterday.
You can see it, Slot, the man you're fighting is low on energy, too. You're both even now, I'd say, in terms of how much more you can take.
If you'd like, go ahead and complete the attack check (bravery + 2d6) and the 2d6-2 damage your axe deals!
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"My name is Dusk!" Dusk shouts. "And you started it! You got mad over a name which is just silly! I don't even hate you!" Says the girl who is very determined over correcting the name.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
/roll 2d6+2
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@Slut the Rumored: 2d6+2 = (5+1)+2 = 8
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Swing and a miss!
GM12/10/2017
Ophelia spreads the fur-trimmed fan again, laughing behind it like a snake in a courtesan's outfit would if a snake would wear people's clothes. In contrast to the voice she laughs with, her voice thunders at her, bellowing in a furious tone.
"Don't forget how much your title means! I'm Ophelia Who Died! It's because I died! But I hold no regrets, you see, because this is the best fate for me. Someone who was suffering, who was ignored because I would only trouble someone, deserves this!" She's nearly delirioius now.
"And if I deserve this, Miss Dusk, you deserve to be miserable!"
Slot, you swing your axe heavily, with what energy you can muster, however, you miss him by a hair. You don't even graze him. He stumbles a bit, to stay out of your way, then he raises his hand towards you to send another lightning bolt your way.
/roll 2d6+3
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6+3 = (1+1)+3 = 5
GM12/10/2017
jesus, critical success then critical fail
/roll 2d6
MayoFriendBOT12/10/2017
@GM: 2d6 = (4+1) = 5
GM12/10/2017
...instead, due to his own lack of energy, the fired attack bounces from your guitar axe and hits him.
Knocking himself unconscious
I won't even roll for that, he was at 1.
Slut the Rumored12/10/2017
Slot pauses and lets out a bark of laughter! Then he just collapses onto the ground and decides catching his breath for a moment would be a good thing
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
"I never forgot because no one will let me forget about it!" Dusk will storm right up to her even if she is a slow turtle. "If I deserve to be miserable, I don't care! Cuz I'm! Gonna! Change ! It! So that no one else in Halation has to be miserable again! It'll just be fun and songs and dancing so stop being a big, dead baby!"
Climate Change12/10/2017
Clima takes the chance to lunge at the dragon lady, jumping nimbly to try to land on her back.
Dusk the Best12/10/2017
Dusk finds a cup on the ground and then throws it!! But hardly seriously, more like she just throws it on the ground out of tantrumy frustration.
Climate Change12/10/2017
When he lands, he's grabbing her by the necklace, yanking it taught at the wire to tighten it against the dragon lady's neck. Tighter and tighter, can zombies breathe...
GM12/10/2017
Well, this zombie can't breathe anymore, that's for sure. She flails until she's blue in the face. Her hand, decorated with small rings, falls limply to the ground. She slumps over, lifeless.
Fortunately, by now, Cinderella and Clima, let's say that, too, have dealt with most of the zombies running amok. Most of the un-zombified guests have already escaped, too, thanks to Bottle's efficiency in helping to funnel the mess out of the only exit.
Now all that's left, really, is Ophelia.