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[Now that we've got that out of the way, it seems the participants are free to explore the manor at their leisure. The entire first floor is available to them at all times, and any attempts to maneuver outside or to a different floor will prove useless. Seems you're going to get very familiar with this area over the next week or so.

There may be something there that wasn't there before, namely, a set of rules posted next to the bios. Take heed of them, mortals. If you wish to have a private conversation with your Host, it's now entirely possible.

With all that in mind, exploring sounds like a good idea. Proceed with caution, mortals. There are no safety bars to be lowered here.]

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[Siiiiides over to this weird old dude. He's about to go on a diatribe of how he's the reason Ford even has fire to begin with but... something else occurs to him. ]

So. What happens if the whole place catches fire?

Oh, it won't.

[Ford really doesn't seem too concerned about it.]

I've got it very carefully controlled. Trust me, I've done this before.

I'm pretty sure the last time I heard something along those lines, I nearly got killed. [The demi-god shifted, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Just how are you doing that, anyway?

Well clearly, the person who said it didn't have forty-plus years of experience under their belt.

[Ford grins, and holds up a matchbook.]

Matches and sheer will.

[Maui's eyes went wide, and he leaned forward to get a good look at the item. Too cool.]

Are they like small torches? What happens if you stick them all together and light them?

Sort of, yes! [Ford strikes another one and holds it up for the large Pacific Islander gentleman to see.] They'd burn pretty well. But they're not made to sustain a flame. They're used to set other things on fire.

You know. This would have made my job a lot easier. [Who needed to steal fire from the unspeakable depths, when you could just carry it around in a little book.]

Lemme see. [Let him light things on fire, Ford.]

Your job? What exactly is that?

[Ford shrugs and hands over the matchbook. He already started a fire. What's the worst thing that could happen?]

Uh. Being awesome? [He accepted the matchbook and immediately plopped down on the ground. Time to figure out this newfangled technology.]

Also known as being a demi-god and making mortals happy.

Ah.

[He turns to glance at where Maui has plopped himself down.]

You have to strike the head of the match against the strip on the side of the box.

You're a demi-god? Truly?

Aha! [Maui did as he was instructed, and then marveled at the tiny flame. Really it... wasn't all that impressive, considering how it compared to his ~~sausage~~ fingers.] Figured it out, all on my own.

Sensing the opportunity to talk about himself, Maui perked up all the more.]

For sure. Once wrangled the sun so we could have longer days. Held up the sky. To name just a few things.

You...sure did.

[Ford is just going to let him have his delusions.]

Are we speaking literally here? Or is this all some sort of complex allegory?

Alle what now? [Do you think this man is capable of complex allegory, Ford? Do you really?]

If you're asking if I'm actually a god, then, uh -- of course I am.

[He's starting to think not.]

That's spectacular! So your purpose is...to take credit for everything good, am I correct?

[If that was meant to be a slight against Maui, he didn't quite pick up on it. Instead, he bobbed his head eagerly.]

Building the world? That was all the big gods. But after they disappeared, it was just Maui. Someone had to do all the hero'ing.

Got a whole song about what I've done if you want to hear it. [Stop him, he's already drawing in a breath.]

[Wow that really did go straight over his head huh.]

I see. Ah—no, no, that really won't be necessary. Why don't you just tell me all about your acts of heroism?

Aww... [The demi-god kicked at the ground.] It sounds so much better as a song.

[Still, an opportunity to talk about himself was not the kind of thing Maui liked to miss out on. After only a moment, he perked up. First thing's first? He pointed to the tattoo against his chest.]

For starters? I'm the guy that holds up the sky back home. [The tattoo let go with one hand and waved to Ford.]

I don't have much of an ear for music. [Too distracting.

But okay, that tattoo situation is incredible. Almost self-consciously, Ford tugs at the neck of his turtleneck sweater.]

That's very curious. How does it do that?

Hold up the sky? It's complicated, you probably don't want the whole story.

[Rolling its eyes, the ink likeness of the man shook its fist, then pointed to himself.]

Not everything revolves around you, little dude.

No, actually, I was asking about your tattoos...

[The tattoo pantomimed blowing a raspberry, while Maui simply rolled his eyes. After only a second of considering Ford's actual question, he simply shrugged.]

Magic. The tattoos just appear, and sometimes they do whatever they want.

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Oh, come now. There has to be more to it than that!

It's part of being a hero! The magic of being a demi-god. Doesn't get any easier than that.

Well, that's...disappointing. I admit, I was hoping for more technical information.

I think you people are just a little too obsessed with explanations for things.

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