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Junko. Alwine's first victim. Before she realized how horrible the tape was, she had asked Junko to translate the few words that appeared in a different language. Mandy had told her that the other monster wasn't upset, but Alwine still felt guilty.

She always felt guilty.

"Your name's Junko, right? It's a pleasure to see you again. I'm sorry I got you into all this trouble. You saw the doll at the door, right? If you're lucky, after you watch the video, you'll get a visit from one like her..." she sat the tape down on a small table and hugged herself. She felt the other doll's stare boring itself into her back.

"She's the least unnerving."

With the invitation from groanspring, Jericho found himself rather curious at what this movie would be. A part of it was the hint of danger that was presented with that invitation. Though, just how dangerous could a movie seriously be? In any case, he figured and hoped that tonight would prove to be an interesting one.

Since Riley was going as well, he swung on by her room so they could head to the ghost dorms together. He wasn't entirely certain who else was going to be there just yet.

"Any idea what this movie is?" he asked the Mindflayer as he paused outside the room that was Alwine's. He knocked a few times on the door, waiting for the headless ghost to open up for them.

The door opened a crack, just a crack. It was too heavy for the psychic powers of a mere doll (creepy or not), but it got Alwine's attention.

"It's not that I dislike her... she just puts me on edge is all. Those must be some of the others!" Alwine bent down to pick up the Samara Doll and opened the door the rest of the way.

"I'm glad you two could come! To be honest, other people doing this with me makes it easier..." Alwine ran a hand through the hair of the doll and stepped aside. "Please come in. I would have had popcorn for this viewing, but I do not think it would have been appropriate. I am sorry..."

"What are we watching?" Alwine repeated the question. "I'm not too sure, really. You watch it, and... seven days later, one of these dolls appear. It's strange, and really creepy."

She nervously twirled a finger in Samara Doll's hair.

"I warned you on groanspring. Are you guys still okay with watching this video with me? I mean, Kasumi and Junko seem to be okay with it. They are certainly handling it better than I am..."

Raising an eyebrow, Jericho really had to wonder what this film was all about if Alwine didn't even know. The fact that it apparently spawned a living doll was odd too. Though the ghost seemed a little shaken by it, he didn't think there was any real danger here.

"Neither have I, but it's fine," he nodded to both girls as he looked around the room to see who else was there. It looked like there was only one other for now. He had seen her around a few times, though at the moment his memory was failing to put a name to her face. The dragon did remember that she had a second mouth in the back of her head, however.

Holly was wandering around the ghost dorms. She'd some how acquired a strange ghost cat and well decided to take it exploring with her. She'd been around for a while now and still had yet to meet her neighbors...

There was a bunch of commotion going on a few rooms down so she stuck her head in. "Um hi, what's going on in here?" Holly decided to enter and her Bakeneko streaked into the room. Jack. This would be fun.

Alwine's body language perked up considerably when she saw Mandy, even though she was hugging ... two Samara Dolls.

Two.

"I... how did you get a second one?" Alwine's worry was evident in her voice. She was staring at the two dolls so much that she almost didn't notice Holly until she spoke.

"Oh! You're free to join us, but I must warn you. We will be watching a videotape cursed by... well, cursed by dolls." The haunt gestured to her Samara Doll as well as Sam and Mara. "If you're lucky, you'll get a doll like them after seven days."

Alwine sat Samara Doll next to Sam and Mara before walking back over to the curtain. It looked almost like perspiration was dripping down one of her bandages, but ghosts couldn't sweat, could they?

"A ghost shouldn't be afraid of a doll... they shouldn't..."

She swept the curtain aside, but nothing was there.

In the corner closest to the Bakeneko stood the Sadako Doll, silent and observant. It was curious about this cat. Was it so different from her? Vengeance, haunting... yes, Sadako Doll didn't mind the Bakeneko being in the room.