Week 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's been one whole week, and no one has died yet. For someone who seemed so sure that someone would die, it seems as if The Narrator was wrong about anyone killing another person. But after awhile, the hotel might seem pretty dull. There is only so much to do in here, and if you don't enjoy books and old board games, it's hard to keep you entertained unless you like marathons of Muppet Treasure Island.

But you can keep this up, right?

24 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{OOC: Don't forget to turn in your Week 1/Intro AC! Since Peace Week is over, Tuesday and onward are currently locked for the upcoming motive. Everything is going to change soon}

Comments

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Likewise, Belle bends and starts to help with gathering up the thing's stuffing, shaking her head.]

One might think they'd never heard the story of the boy who cried wolf.

[sentree]

[ She nods a thank you; it's easier to not get a bunch of fake blood on her with two people. ]

They'll laugh it up until it's them, then will anyone come? [ ... ] I mean, yeah, I still would, but, you know. Principle of the thing.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle shivers a little bit. She's trying to stay firm in her belief that none of them will turn up dead.]

I agree. It's...dishonorable.

[sentree]

[ What do you really make small talk about when doing this sort of thing...? Thalia can't find a discussion topic for someone...well, someone normal. Instead she just sticks to business. ]

Let's, uh... Trash in the kitchen, we can stuff it in there.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Of course.

[Belle hitches up the bundle in her arms, not too worried about getting any fake blood on herself for the time being.]

I'm glad it was you that found this, and not one of the little ones.

[sentree]

Me too. ...Really me too. If someone's gonna deal with this stuff, it should be someone more used to it, not a bunch of kids.

[ Anyone defenseless, really. Mortals should live their normal, mortal lives. ]

[greatwidesomewhere]

I wouldn't say I'm used to it. I...I've seen death before. But I'd very much like not to again.

[sentree]

[ ... ]

It's not something you want to get used to, let me tell you that. Hopefully you won't have to.

[greatwidesomewhere]

I hope you're right.

[sentree]

[ Okay, into the kitchen with this hunk of fluff and fake blood. Ugh. ]

...Thanks for the help, by the way. I could've handled it, but...I do appreciate it.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle's gonna go ahead and dunk this right into the trash.]

It's no trouble at all. I like to think we'd all help each other out.

[sentree]

[ SLAM DUNK two points good job girl ]

...Me too. I hope so, at least.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She's what one might call a baller.]

Well, regardless of the rest, if I can ever assist you in any way...

[sentree]

I'll give a shout. Thank you. I appreciate it, and...us girls have to stick together, don't we?

[greatwidesomewhere]

I couldn't agree more.

[She sticks out her hand for a shake, then realizes it's got fake blood smeared on it, and laughs.]

Oh! I've been caught red-handed!

[sentree]

[ Oh!! Thalia laughs and takes her hand anyway. ]

Guess I have too, now, haven't I?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[~*~FRIENDS~*~

Belle giggles and gives Thalia's hand a firm shake.]

I can think of worse ways to make friends.

[sentree]

Let me tell you how I met Reyna sometime. I can guarantee it was worse.

[greatwidesomewhere]

I look forward to the tale.

[Belle lifts her hand in a little wave.]

I'll see you around?

[sentree]

See you around, Belle.