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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Wednesday

[grimgrinningghosts]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[Okay, so, Doreen had to admit, this was going on a lot longer than she expected. She heard Arcade-like traps usually lasted a day or so, tops. She had never heard of one lasting this long. Should she expect someone to find her? She's not... super sure if anyone knows she's missing, to be honest. You never know how powerful these kinda freakazoids are.

A good amount of time is spent climbing the walls, tapping and listening for any kind of hallow section that could be destroyed in an escape. She... really hopes all this claw using stuff doesn't count as property damage. She's careful, honest!

When her investigations don't turn up much, she decides to take the time to stop by the wax figure room and just. Glare at a figure or two that seem particularly familiar. Occasionally mumbling to herself.] You're a real punk loser, you know that?

walls

[faciliheir]

[... you know she's been mocking everyone looking for ways out for days now but now somebody finally seems to be doing it in a fun way so now it's cool.

you know what, she's joining in the fun, too. shave and a haircut.]

[holdthetrumpet]

[It has no been long enough that Kit is starting to worry. Not, you know, too much, but it's still a niggling thing in the back of his mind. His father should have stormed in here two days ago, Grand Duke scuttling behind him, yelling about what an injustice this whole thing was. They have to know he's missing. He disappeared right from his own wedding. Unless this is more magic tomfoolery, but the sheer amount of possibilities that opens up makes his head hurt.

He's also having trouble adjusting to day to day life. The thing about being a prince is that you spend a lot of your life in lessons. Lessons on how to stand, lessons on how to walk and dance, lessons on politics and geography and horses and several different kinds of swords, and even lessons on gymnastics if the king decides it's a good idea to have a whole gymnastics hall just sitting there in his castle.

But nobody ever really sits you down and says, hey, Prince Kit, here's how to crack an egg. He thought scrambled eggs would be easy because all you do is put eggs in... well you put eggs in some sort of kitchen implement and then you... scramble them? Somehow? It can't be too hard a process. He can fence without even looking at his opponent, while holding a completely unrelated conversation, he can absolutely make scrambled eggs.]

Alright... okay. Here goes.

[He lifts an egg, peers at it dubiously, and then takes a fork and baps the fork against the side of it hard enough to crack it. Surely you have to use a utensil for this, right? Otherwise it would get egg everywhere? But now the problem is there's a cracked egg in his hand dripping runny yolk and white onto his fingers and the cuff of his wedding jacket. He knows he can't just toss it into the metal bowl he's kind of awkwardly set on the stove (you make eggs in a bowl, right? He'll figure out how to turn the stove on later). It's still got shell attached and he is absolutely sure you don't leave the shell in scrambled eggs.]

Ah... hm.

[He hears someone enter the kitchen. Oh thank god. Please let it be one of the people here who's nice also knows how to cook. He turns, arm held stiffly at his side, egg still steadily dripping down his sleeve.]

Help?

[Trust me, it is very likely he spends literally all day in the kitchen trying to figure out how to cook a goddamn egg, no matter how many kind souls try to help him.]

[used_realtears]

[He stares a bit at this guy with egg on his sleeve.] Um...I think you need to wash your clothes really fast if you don't want them to stain. With cold water! [He knows that much at least.]

[bestchefinparis]

[Oh dear. Oh deary dairy dear, this is a bit awkward. Rémy tilts his head, puzzled]

Okay, first put that egg somewhere, you're going to ruin your clothes if you keep holding it.

[Better reduce the amount of collateral damage]

[pinkflip]

[ All she's looking for is some food after her workout, and yet. Here we are. ]

Prepping for a food fight? [ A weak joke, as she hurries to grab a towel. ] Wash that off, okay?

[downtonabbeast]

Ah- [...Oh, Kit, he is probably the worst person you could be asking for help with this.] If you don't want that to stain I'd suggest baking soda.

[An old man with no pants taught him that this week.]

[pinkflip]

[ It's been days so far. Full-on days. Even when she's had her...little jaunts into the past, Kim's never been away for days. It's enough to crack the smile she's been trying to keep on for the younger ones among her fellow captives.

So, what better to do than distract herself?

In the morning, it's time to look around. There's a few places she hasn't really spent time in, and one of them is the projector room. ...For good reason, she's discovering. All of the old films are more strange than quaint, and when she finds one that's particularly jumpy - barely even playing, yikes - she wrinkles her nose and just shuts off the projector. ]

Okay, so this place is out. Awesome.

[ ...But that doesn't mean she's giving up! Anything to avoid thinking about how the Power Rangers haven't found her yet (they're looking, she knows they have to be, even if she did just all but cut ties--) or get in her own head about...training. That's it.

Despite being kidnapped, Kimberly refuses to let up on her training. She didn't leave the Power Rangers for nothing, after all, and there's nothing that clears her mind like a good old fashioned workout. ...Unfortunately for her, there's nothing here she can really use for beam or vault training. Or bars. But a floor exercise, yes? She can do something like that. So that's what she gets to work on, in the foyer. It's the largest room here, and while it's not exactly very private, Kim will take what she can get.

So, throughout the afternoon, she stretches and then begins a modified version of her routine. ...Basically she's going to be leaping, tumbling, pivoting, and all-around moving rhythmically all up in here. A bit frustrating to do so without the proper carpeting or music, but she hums to herself, to try and fix the latter.

After all that, working up a good sweat - ugh, they can't even wash their clothes here, that's something she hadn't thought of before - she heads to the kitchen, to make herself a post-workout snack. ]

foyer

[bayoublues]

[This place was boring him out of his mind. If he just had his trumpet, he would be perfectly content to laze about all day, playing it and getting on Mr. Arrow's nerves. So, Louis wanders into the foyer, intending to play some of the music from the bios--specifically, his own. No stupid fake rules were going to stop him.

It's hard to miss a person running around and doing acrobatic stunts. Louis stops in his tracks and watches, trying to recall a name. Jyn? No, that wasn't it. Maybe it was Doreen.]

Gee, that looks pretty darn impressive. Uh, may I ask what you're doin', though?

[astronomics]

[ Jyn Erso is restless. It's not easy, going from a massive battle to waiting around in a technology-less manor waiting for someone to do a murder. She spends a lot of time just sort of wandering, lost in thought and sipping a glass of milk? She seems unimpressed by it.

Or by the bios, pressing the button on her song just... over and over again, trying to figure something out about it.

Or in the library, over to one side flipping through a book, where she might just idly ask passers-by: ]

So. I have a question.

library

[bayoublues]

[Louis glances around, raising an eyebrow. He still hadn't formally met this lady before--to be honest, she seemed a little intimidating.]

Are you talkin' to me?

library

[pinkflip]

[ A stern, serious-looking young woman Kim hasn't spoken to... She looks up over her book, placing it on the table. ]

For me? What is it?

library

[downtonabbeast]

[Beast looks up from the book in his hands at a woman he hasn't spoken to yet but he can at least recognize her from the bios. Jyn something or other.]

And what's that?

[lostbutnotaboy]

[Jane's been doing her best to keep track of the days that go by. The fact that she hasn't gotten back home by now already starting to get to her. And what happened to Peter, anyway? Would he notice that she didn't return home like she hoped?

Her breakfast is spent in more or less silence, sitting in the library, cross-legged, reading into one of the fairytale books in here while a bowl of whatever cereal they have around here is largely undisturbed.

In the wax museum is where she spends a good chunk of her day, wandering around the statues. Though one specific statue has her most attention, as she can be caught glaring at it before starting to doodle stupid things on the statue's body. That goes on for a while before she ultimately tries to push the whole thing over. It's harder then it looks.]

Come on, you... you fake codfish!

wax museum

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Yeah, there's a lot of tools in here.

[Just casually watching this unfold with hands on her hips.]

wax museum

[sharpasanarrow]

[Mr.Arrow's daily patrol has him pass through the wax museum where he witnesses something...very unsafe.]

Young miss, I suggest you stop that at once. You could hurt yourself trying to push that thing over.

[Strangely, he can't really condemn her for wanting to, though.]

[sorrydoods]

[A chance to destroy stuff? You bet Soos will be involved in this!]

Wait, is this guy someone you know? I thought it was just one.

[He then just glares at he Bill statue, now sporting some newly acquired dents that are clearly from punches.]

Wax Museum

[tanukey]

Hell yeah, cause some damage!

[She's doing this to annoy Artow and/or their host, right? Right.]

Arts and crafts time

[psychopinesis]

[It's been four days, and Neku's getting bored. He'd try to help out with the ideas for escape, but everything he can think of requires materials that don't seem to be around, is too dangerous, or is impossible...and he'll admit he's not an inventor type of person unless it's an emergency.

Late Wednesday morning finds him in the kitchen, gathering supplies for...baking? He's got a large stack of bowls, a bag of flour, a handful of spoons, and food coloring in his pocket. And...oh, he seems to be leaving the kitchen with those things. Following him leads to the hallway with everyone's rooms, and he stops in front of 22. If one sticks around to watch what he's doing with all the stuff, it eventually becomes clear he's making paint, with a different color for each bowl.

If one arrives later, they'll find Neku decorating his door. He's not going for a masterpiece, just colored shapes and occasional lines.]

Wanna try? I figure if we're stuck here, might as well make the place look less like a dump.

arts and crafts!!!

[pinkflip]

[ Kim catches Neku on the way back from her workout. The colors immediately catch her eye, even though her room's the opposite direction. ]

Sure, seems like fun. Vandalizing for a good cause, I guess? [ A laugh. ] Where'd you get those from, anyway?

ARTS! AND! CRAFTS!

[holdthetrumpet]

I like it.

[He totally means it, too. Some bright color is nice here when everything's so dang weird and upsetting.]

Hallway

[bestchefinparis]

[This smells like food coloring and flour, and is being applied to the doors...sure, why not?]

I guess I could try. I'm no artist, but anything will be good enough, right?

[used_realtears]

Oh, sure! I'm not very good at drawing, though.

[notasingleword]

[Ariel's gotten pretty friendly with most of the people in the manor. So it may come as a surprise that she hasn't been seen all day. Sure she's silent but her presence is usually bright.

If you're worried, you might come check her room for her. The door is cracked open, and her room is an organized disaster of things she's collected in the house. The door to her bathroom is also open, and Ariel can be found sitting in the tub. She's still wearing her dress, holding her legs to her chest as the water spills over the sides. Her skin is clearly pruney from sitting in the water, and she's shivering from how cold it's gotten.

But as she notices you, she still tries to smile and wave.]