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]

Comments

dining room

[faciliheir]

[oh good someone else is here to steal. total amateur hour over here, though.]

Is that really all you're taking?

[notasingleword]

[Ariel blinks at her and then looks down at what she has in her hands. She could have more? She smiles at Freddie and shrugs. Suggestions?]

[faciliheir]

Not much of a talker, huh? [that's fine she's seen weirder.] It's not like there's gonna be too many valuables here, but considering the situation? Knives are definitely what you wanna be stealing right now. Every knife you have is one somebody can't use against you. [or one you can use against them]

[notasingleword]

[Oh she has something for this! Ariel puts down her small collection and grabs the journal she had tucked under her arm. She flips to a specific dog eared page:]

"Hello I'm Ariel! I can't speak, but it's nice to meet you!"

[There's another note under it that was clearly added later:]

"I was a mermaid and wished to become human! I had to trade my voice to do so."

[While Freddie looks at that, she looks at the collection on the table. Knives huh? Maybe that could help make everyone a little safer. She nods at her smiling and goes to grab them.]

[faciliheir]

[...

why is this like. an endless parade of everyone she knows from Auradon's relatives, but younger and possibly pre-defeating the relatives of everyone she knows from the Isle? is this some kind of "would you kill baby Maleficent" situation?

whatever.]

Glad to have you down as somebody else who doesn't know how to make a good deal. [the more time passes the less she worries about dad's chances.]

[notasingleword]

[She too busy gathering up all the knives to hear that snarky comment. Ariel returns to her with the lot and a grin on her face.

...Oh. But there's too much to carry now.]

[faciliheir]

You royals really don't do anything by halves, do you. You need a hand getting those back to your room? [and then she'll just take some for herself because that's how this works.]

[notasingleword]

[Ariel... doesn't really get what she means by that, but she does nod for help. She's glad for the help! With a smile she leads Freddie to her room with all the stolen kitchenware.]

[faciliheir]

[she follows behind. every time a knife falls, she easily catches it-- and slips it into her own pocket.]

I seriously can't wait to see what your room looks like. Like, I haven't been this excited about something in weeks. [it's gotta be a fucking DISASTER]

[notasingleword]

[Oh boy she's excited to show you Freddie! She opens the door for her and dumps her new items on the desk in her room. The room is definitely an organized mess. There's a lot of stolen clothing from the wax museum, books from the library, and knickknacks from around the whole house. She seems pretty proud of herself!]

[faciliheir]

Not too shabby, Princess! [considers...] Not too many things from our fellow guests here, though.

[notasingleword]

[Her proud expression turns confused. Why would she do that?]

[faciliheir]

All this stuff is nice, I guess, but it doesn't really belong to anybody, does it? Doesn't have any story to it. No spirit. That's what makes something real valuable.

[notasingleword]

[Hmm... that she's not so sure about. The treasures she found before were from sunken ships; they weren't needed anymore so they could be hers. But that's not quite the same...

Oh! She perks up again as she gets an idea. She flips to a new page in her journal to write a message.]

"How about a trade?"

[faciliheir]

Stealing is way more fun... But, I've never been known to give up a chance at a deal! What've I even got on me...

[well. besides all the knives.

-- oh, right! she unclips the tiny hat from atop her head and holds it up to her.] Whatcha got for this?

[notasingleword]

[Ah... This seems like a personal object to Freddie. The only personal thing she has is...

Ariel digs through her things and pulls out a purple shell bra, offering it to her. Good enough?]

[faciliheir]

[... ah fuck she's so gay.]

You got yourself a deal. [no one's ever gonna believe this.] Please doing business with you.

[notasingleword]

[Yay! Ariel's very excited to take the hat and clip it into her hair. She even does a little twirl like it's going to help show it off.

She looks to Freddie, pointing at it. Looks good?]

[faciliheir]

Very stylish. Now, if only I had access to my whole wardrobe, I could find you one that'd go great with your hair... Sure wish they'd let us pack before they dragged us off to murder each other. I'm getting pretty tired of getting magically dragged from place to place with no warning.

[notasingleword]

[Oh right... the whole murder thing. She had almost forgot about that. Ariel thinks back to that meeting before writing in her journal once more. She then hands it to Freddie.]

"Did I hear right that our 'host' is your father?"

[She's not judging. Just curious.]

[faciliheir]

[she makes a hand movement like ehhh comme ci comme ça.]

Kinda? They're the same man, but not the same person, if that makes even a tiny bit of sense. My actual dad is probably sitting back in the shop wondering why I haven't come to dinner in about five months, not forcing people into combat.

[notasingleword]

[She doesn't quite get it, but she'll accept it. It didn't seem like he knew her at all. Kind of reminds of her of her own father...

Oops let's not think about it! Ariel nods to show she gets it the best she can. She kinda smiles at a thought she has and writes it in her journal to share.]

"Dads can be kinda the worst, huh?"

[faciliheir]

You said it-- well, wrote it. Though, I always thought he'd kill me with embarrassment, not a devil's bargain. [but well shit sure does happen doesn't it.]

Having trouble back home, huh? I thought you good guys were all pampered princesses whose parents die early on to give you sad backstories.

[notasingleword]

[Ouch... that hurt a little. She pouts her lips, trying to fight back her temper. She writes another note.]

"My mom died when I was really little, and my dad and I barely got along. He destroyed everything important to me... that's why I left the ocean."

[faciliheir]

[nods knowingly] Sounds about right. [ain't that always the tale...

she notices the pout, cocking her head to the side.]

... He'll come around, you know. Eventually. Some people are just real stubborn about things like that.