WEEK 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[One week. One week spent in the Haunted Mansion, and nothing seems to have changed. The hinges still creak in doorless chambers, strange and frightening sounds still echo through and you still occasionally catch a flicker of candlelight out of the corner of your eye. You might be slowly becoming familiar with the mundanity of this communal life, and we've recognized that possibility.

Something has to give.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 1/intro AC! As per murdergame tradition, this begins our new weekly schedule - Tuesday and onwards are locked for the motive. Everybody's just working for the weekend.

Additionally, a few people this week are going to get tagged by...something. If you'd like to opt out of this, please let us know.}

Comments

TUESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

MOTIVE: Dark Secrets

[yourghosthost]

Stretching Room. Now. I wish to address all of you.

[The Ghost Host appears, holding a box of 25 envelopes in his hands. Each has the name of the competitor on it, as well as a small picture of the competitor in question for the wild men and former henchmen amongst you. He seems displeased as he sets it down on the ground.]

My... [he hesitates.] employer wished for me to issue out a motive today, so as to increase the possibility of a grisly murder later this week. Specifically, they wished for me to reveal and announce your darkest secrets aloud, day-by-day.

That is a form of public humiliation, and something that will not be tolerated within my manor.

I've reached a compromise with my employer. Find enclosed within your marked envelope a secret of your's. My employer has threatened to reveal these should no murder be committed by the end of the week - I shall try to push them towards a more reasonable timeline.

And again, I do apologize.

[He disappears, leaving the box behind.

True to his word, each envelope contains a secret about that character, along with an illustration (either photographic or drawn) that depicts this.]

[ilovepuppies]

[.......

slowly reaches for the box....]

[chainbroke]

[ She listens, and as more information is revealed, she steadily becomes paler. Secrets...

Naminé's shaking quite a bit when she grabs her envelope. ]

I... [ She trails off, unable to finish. And to the Ghost Host, even if he's not there, even if he can't hear her: ] ... Thank you. For... for talking to your employer.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Hmph. Several of these people have already seen him humiliate himself on that date. He'd like to see what kind of nonsense they could blackmail him with.

There's a picture of him and a wooden puppet, running as fast as they can, donkeys screaming far behind them, and a sinister grin on a mysterious figure. The wooden boy is looking behind them in alarm and concern, but Jiminy keeps moving them forward, away from the amusement park, away from the island of horrors. He doesn't look back. All that matters is getting away.

He closes the envelope.]

Load of nonsense if I've ever seen one.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford takes his envelope with no small amount of trepidation. There are many, many things in his past he'd rather didn't get dug up. Especially with Fiddleford around to hear them.

He opens his envelope and turns a little pale.

Oh, no. There's no way that can get out. It simply isn't a good time.]

[pardonmylanguage]

[Tip flips through the envelopes until she finds her own. She already has an idea of what will be in it, and it's no surprise that it shows her and J. Lo overwhelming the Gorg with a swarm of cloned cats.]

...oh come on, really?

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander doesn't know what's written in his, but in a sense he has a good feeling. Depending on how much they know about them, it could be very personal. It might not be all that bad, there's 25 of them and a lot of living between them. How easy is it to find a dark secret they have never shared?]

They're only attemptin' to scare us. We just gotta stick together and find a way out, there's no way they'd find somethin' about all of us.

[He doesn't want to open his envelope, but that box is very tempting. If he leaves, will he be able to sleep without knowing what is written in there. How much do they know about his past? Are they really going to tell their secrets, just like that?

Wander stands still, staring at the box of envelopes.]

[sentadaughter]

[Mulan isn't even going to read hers, because she knows exactly what it's going to be.

She just carefully takes her envelope and carries it with her back to her room.]

[thetimebomb]

[Sylvia takes her note without hesitation. She was pretty sure she already knew what's written on her note, but she just wanted to confirm it.

While her suspicions were confirmed, he eyes widened when she saw the picture attached.]

How did...

[She shakes her head.]

He must think we're pretty stupid to think we'll kill anyone over this!

[But as she says this she's... very clearly tearing up her envelope into shreds.]

[nobodyperfect]

[To be honest, Lea's not sure what'll be in the envelope. He's not got a history of killing puppies or anything.

When he peeks, though, he sees a flash of a certain color on the photo, and instantly knows what's there. He utters a word that would make his mom wash his mouth out with soap, and shuts the envelope again, red starting to come to his face.]

[toogoodforhim]

[He knows his own name, at least, how long it should look and the shapes that should comprise it. So he finds his own envelope without opening anyone else's, and then...

Well, the picture does the talking for him. He remembers it as clearly as if it was yesterday, the helpless pit in his stomach as he sat on the back of Gaston's carriage and stared at the unconscious Maurice as he drove away. It haunted his nightmares for days, still sometimes comes back to him even though he knows the old man is safe and sound. The fact that Maurice had been right all along was insult to the injury of Lefou's guilt.

His hands shake briefly, before he crumpled up the paper, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

He needs no help reading this one.]

[tangerinetrees]

[ OH GOOD, ANOTHER SECRET. GREAT, AWESOME. CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH SECRETS. And she takes her envelope, and she opens it, and... ]

Oh.

[ AND SHE CLOSES UP HER ENVELOPE, AND SHE PUTS IT AWAY IN HER POCKET REAL QUICKLY- ]

Tags this from work hell yeah

[terribibble]

[Theres any number of things this could be, and none of them are things Fiddleford wants anyone else knowing about. He's a private man about his personal matters, normally, and anything that could really be considered a secret, doubly so. When he opens his envelope his mouth thins.]

Well that's just... That's a misrepresentation of fact is what that is.

[defyingfrigidity]

[For once, the chill that Elsa feels upon taking her own envelope does bother her, and thankfully, only her. She... she's gotten better, this past year, and has opened up about things like her magic and certain things that happened in the past that she's not proud of. But not to these people, no. They don't know the horrible things she's done, all because she was too weak to control herself.

Hurting Anna, shutting her sister out of her life for so long, nearly killing Anna, nearly damning Arendelle to a cruel eternal winter... it could be any one of those things. It could be all of them. So there's no point in opening it. She just folds the envelope up, clenching it in a white-knuckled fist.]

If you think I'm going to kill someone over this, you're wrong.

[It makes her sick, the idea of these people (these... new friends?) looking at her with fear and suspicion if or when her secrets get out. But she's not going to kill to make that nausea go away. Absolutely not.]

[arpeggiositar]

[This isn't a welcome thing, but it isn't something Demyx is particularly bothered by. He looks at his secret before stashing the envelope into his coat]

Not feeling very motivated here, ghost host. I'm not killing someone for something like this.

[strangerslikeme]

[what is this how does read

he recognizes his own name and picture well enough, but. still.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy winces a bit at the announcement, and hangs out a little before taking her own envelope. She assures herself it can't be anything too bad, or at least nothing she would feel guilty over. She'd done some bad things before, but no one got hurt...

She scoffs as she opens it, looking over the message... and immediately shoves it back into the envelope and it's going back into her pocket!]

Yeah, okay. Thanks, dude. Seriously.

[She means it a little.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Seriously?

[Mike.....doesn't even bother reading his. All the shit he's done eventually gets made public at home so he's not too bothered. He just tucks it in a back pocket.]

Cool of you to try to reason with the big wigs though.

[capulion]

[Kiara frowns and frowns. She finds her envelope because it also has a little drawing of a lion on it, and manages to get it open with some chewing and clawing.

the image she finds is slightly damaged but the point it makes is clear enough.

She eats it.]

TELL YOUR STORY

[ilovepuppies]

[Her thwarted attempt at sneaking a peek hasn't dissuaded Star in the least. SECRETS! So mysterious! It's going to drive her crazy until she can find out what's in all those envelopes! She can't possibly wait until the end of the week, either (because nobody's going to murder each other right hahahahah sweats), she's gotta know now!

So that's why she's called everybody to the study.]

Who's ready for STORYTIME? I figured since we're all friends here, then we should all share our secrets! No judging, and definitely no murder, am I right? Here, I'll go first!

[She opens her envelope.]

It says right here Star Butterfly has a crush on Marc-ooooohhhhhahahaha! Aaaaaactually, I have a better idea, why don't you go first?

[and now she's pointing at YOU.]

[chainbroke]

M-me?

[ She's holding her envelope so tightly that it's pretty crumpled. ]

I'm... I'm not sure.

[thetimebomb]

Okay there is no way I'm revealing my secret if you don't reveal yours.

[I mean, she's not going to anyway, but definitely not if the one hosting the event doesn't even have the guts to reveal their secret. Sorry Star.]

[sentadaughter]

[Mulan is definitely noticing everyone else's hesitation, which makes her even surer of her choice. She couldn't even tell the truth to Ford when they were talking one-on-one, there's no way she can tell everyone now.]

Sorry, but I have to pass on that.

[nobodyperfect]

[Lea crushes his envelope with one hand. This is definitely being burned.]

Nope.