Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well that was a busy day, huh? But despite all that, a good majority of you are reasonable people, and are smart enough to find an escape without resorting to deadly violence. Maybe if you put your heads together, you'll find a way to get out of here! After all, the host is practically in shambles already, what can he do?

The whole first floor of the manor is open for your leasure now, with the only change being that there's now a set of rules in the foyer hanging on the wall.

Let the games begin.]

[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY]

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Tuesday

[grimgrinningghosts]

[soplaynice]

[okay.

you know what.

this can't keep going on.

let's just try.

walking a little.

like, lets just walk from his room to the lobby.

and not stop.

lets see what happens.]

[pinkflip]

[ well that sure is a walking doll!

Kim stops her own walk, back to her room, and stops. And stares, a small frown on her face.

And just...kneels down, right on the doll's path...what the heck, it sure doesn't look like it's motorized. She's going to see if it keeps walking towards her. ]

[madmadam]

[He doesn't get very far before a large, mangy cat comes by and scoops him up in her mouth. rip]

[stanbyme]

Kitchen

[The kitchen smells like breakfast. There's bacon and scrambled eggs and pancakes aplenty, and an old man in his underwear at the stove humming and adding to the piled-high plates.]

Casino

[What better place for an old con man than the casino? Thankfully, he's put on most of his clothes by this point, in just a white shirt, jeans, and boots. Not quite as slick as the kind of gambler you'd imagine, but he seems pretty at home with the dice and the cards anyway.]

Hey, you! Know how to play?

Wax Museum

[He wanders around, poking at most of the figures. Like this one.]

Yeesh. Someone didn't finish this one.

[And then he sees this one, and... Well, stand witness to an old man letting out a primal rage-filled scream and punching a wax figure in the face.]

kitchen

[psychopinesis]

['Sup, old man? While he's cooking, one of the kids is going to wander in, contemplate the breakfast food, and proceed to take some. Or at least grab some bacon if he gets scolded.]

Morning.

Casino

[tanukey]

I've played a lot of things. Whatcha got in mind?

[He probably knows Space Poker or something, at least.]

[Teach him how to gamble without small animals getting devoured, Stan.]

Museum

[used_realtears]

Ah! [Oh wait, it's a man attacking a wax statue, not the other way around...] Did he move? Is that why you punched him? [Noby glances around, worrying that another statue might spontaneously animate.]

Casino

[madmadam]

[Hey, this little old lady looks like a sucker!]

Oh, I do so love a good game of cards!

kitchen

[hasit]

[It's been awhile since she's actually had a decent meal, and Lei's following her nose into the kitchen, still dressed in her long robes for lack of anything else decent to wear. She sets foot in the kitchen, pauses, blinks, and stares up at the ceiling.]

You're going to burn yourself on whatever that is you're frying if you're going to cook in your skivvies.

Wax museum

[scrapplinghook]

[Oh boy she can hear yelling all the way from the hall! Time to investigate!]

Heeey Grunkle Stan, what're you- whoa!

[OH, THAT WEIRD WAX DUDE LOOKS... FAMILIAR... and seeing Stan attacking him triggers Mabel's own fighting instinct, so cue her launching herself at the dummy Stan is currently pulverizing.]

Wait for me, I wanna help!!!

Wax Museum

[sorrydoods]

[Soos is, again, looking for an exit because he's stubborn and thinks that they had to get in somehow. He just so happens to be passing by when he hears Stan's scream and rushes in, mainly out of worry. When he sees said wax figure, however, he can't help but feel the same as he yells and tackles it, trying to also beat its face in.]

kitchen

[downtonabbeast]

[The smell of food is possibly the best way to get Beast to emerge from his room. It's been far too long since he's had a proper meal. He slips into the kitchen with surprisingly little noise, a sheet from his bed draped over his shoulders in favor of the somewhat tattered shirt he'd arrived in, and almost makes it to the pancakes before he sees who is cooking them and what he's not wearing.]

Egads, man, have a little decency!

[upgradeit]

[Look, everyone! It's Tuesday and Hiro still hasn't killed a man. I'm sure we're all very proud of him.

As it is, he spends an awful lot of Tuesday in the foyer. There's a couple books stacked on the table he's sitting at, but he mostly seems intent on sketching out what seems to be a map of the mansion. It's fairly detailed, down to the placement of the bookshelves in the library and the tables in the foyer, and spread out over several pages ripped from his notepad.

Toward the afternoon, he can be found in the projector room. There's nothing on the reel and he's mostly inspecting the projector itself. He can also be found in the kitchen, mainly looking for anything even vaguely mechanical. Egg beater? He's taking it. Sifter? Also taking it. It's all his now.

Later on, he's in the foyer, again but now his sketches have taken a different nature: they're of various devices and contraptions that appear to be for escaping. He keeps crumpling them up and tossing them on the floor, though - at this rate, he's gonna run out of paper.]

foyer, again

[lostbutnotaboy]

[Yes, we're very proud of you, Hiro. Jane feels good knowing that anyone hasn't died yet. Warms her heart.

She kicks lightly at one of the crumpled papers on the floor, bending down to pick it up and further inspect it.]

Are all of these from you? [She asks, not even looking up yet.]

Foyer Again

[hasit]

[General Organa has seen the boy she's pretty sure is called Hiro around the house here and there, always seeming to be busy doing something. When she spies him a third time, in the afternoon, her curiosity overtakes her and she meanders over to where he's sitting, peering over his shoulder at the sketch he's working on.]

You know, not that I condone such destructive tech, but if we had access to a superlaser, we could make quite the effective battering ram.

[She knows this because of reasons.]

Foyer 2.0

[scrapplinghook]

[Do you value your personal space, Hiro? I hope not too much, because there's a girl riiiight behind you, peeking over your shoulder. There's a blank look on her face, like she doesn't get what exactly it is he's drawing, but she looks curious nonetheless. ]

Whatcha doin'?

kitchen

[sharpasanarrow]

[Mr. Arrow patrols the rooms around the manor, and, having recalled a discussion the previous day about people stealing knives, makes sure to pass through the kitchen.

He sees Hiro pocketing various items and clears his throat.

Very.

Loudly.]

foyer 2

[astronomics]

[ Jyn happens to look over at what this kid is drawing and... a h , weapon designs. That's fine. ]

Any... leads?

projector room

[madeofpine]

[Pinocchio hasn't really run into this kid around the manor before, but he's been studying that projector for an awful long time. Maybe he just doesn't know what to do with it?

Luckily Pinocchio knows exactly what its intended purpose is.]

Are you tryin' to figure out how to break it? 'Cause I can help.

[Destroying other stuff was fun and all but the projector is the real prize, here. It just looks so breakable, what else could it possibly be there for. Nobody even likes the movies it plays.]

[angelgoatdemon]

[If you stand still in any of the public areas long enough, you might just see a big blur of a flying celestial goat passing by. He had been relatively quiet these few days, now he's causing chaos by needing some physical activity. He'll be darned if he doesn't stretch his legs-- and wings-- a little.

So far there's been a few broken light fixtures in the hallway, a couple of...horn-shaped scrapes on the figures in the wax museum, and three upturned chairs in the Dining room.

There stands Lekmet, about to start flying into the projector room-- Right after he gets rid of a ladle that somehow got tangled in his horns.

After awhile he can be found in the Library, taking a breather from his little stunts. He seems to be busy sketching down possible escape schemes, some involving nothing but a scissor. One of the plans involved Rocket blowing something up. Another plan involves sacrificing Negaduck into whatever entity was keeping them there. Maybe that was too harsh, so he crossed that out.

Beside him were a stack of mystery novels and a single Grimoire for some light reading. He doesn't seem to mind being bothered much.]

[madeofpine]

[So all-in-all this place is turning out to be Slightly Less Fun than expected. Some rooms are still pretty cool, he guesses, and he's made some friends, but he's starting to get worried about what this means for his goal back home. Nobody here seems to have the magic to even let them escape, let alone turn somebody human. And he's sure the Blue Fairy would make an exception for her whole 'not gonna help you again' rule if she just knew the circumstances, but he's pretty positive he can't even get her to show up without being able to see her star and there's, guess what, still no windows.

But he's still not entirely convinced that their friends from back home have no chance of finding them. So he'll look for the next best option, and this time he'll take his combing-through of the building much more seriously.

Although Pinocchio can be found searching through most of the manor (again) today, most notably he takes the time to comb through the library, where he pulls books meticulously out of shelves to peer into the gaps, and the bedrooms. Or at least any bedroom door that's open, anyways. He's usually on his hands and knees in there, peering under furniture and whistling a two-note tone quietly to himself every so often. He doesn't really take the time to explain his task to anybody in the area before just barging in and carrying out his searching, though.]

[truecalling]

[The one thing Moana knows she can't do is give up. Which means no moping. There still has to be something they can do. Just because they haven't found it yet doesn't mean it's not there.

Her instinct is to keep moving, so those thoughts don't start creeping up. Today she takes a long trip to the library. It's just as dusty as everything else but-- standing in the doorway, her mouth hangs open for a minute.]

This is incredible...

[She grabs book after book, thumbing through the pages.]

There has to be hundreds of stories here!

[sharpasanarrow]

[Following the previous day's events, Mr.Arrow emerges from the kitchen with a washed and emptied glass jar, setting it down beneath the rules in the foyer.

Taped to the front of it is a note declaring it the "swear jar". Above it is a new set of rules tacked to the wall:]

Cursing is now prohibited, and those responsible must adhere to the following rules:

1. The guilty party must pay a small sum of their native currency into the jar per curse word used. The price will depend on the severity of the word.
2. Should the curse be said within the vicinity of children, the fine will be tripled per child present.
3. Children may not ask about which words are prohibited.
4. If a child is caught swearing, whoever taught them that word will be reprimanded.
5. Failure to adhere to the rules of the swear jar will result in punishment, when Mr. Arrow finds suitable tools do administer it.

[sorrydoods]

[Soos, still being super stubborn, is trying to look for an exit again. Now he searches the library, the foyer, and the wax museum, pushing back book cases, lifting up statues, and trying to open those two locked doors and, sadly, being unsuccessful. When he's done with all of that, he'll be in the foyer a second time, sitting on a chair and looking up at the ceiling, thinking.]