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.]

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Comments

[sharpasanarrow]

You will get down from there!

...

It's hardly safe!

[kickbuttseatnuts]

She can land easily
On punks, doing criiiime!

[And she'll jump back down in a pose to prove it.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[He has to admit, he's rather impressed. Someone with such dexterity would be a worthwhile part of his crew. The insubordination, though...not so much.]

Are you quite done yet?

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[And more flips around the room because, honestly, if you can do flips you should be doing them all the time.]

Squirrel Girl, Squirrel Girl!
Lengthy song about Squirrel Girl!
Find some nuts, eat some nuts!
Kicking bad guys' evil butts!

[sharpasanarrow]

[He feels like he's aged about 30 years.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

[She wraps an arm around him in a big ol' friendly sidehug as she blasts the last bits in his ear.]

To heeer!
Life is a great big acorn!
Where there's a city crime-torn!
You'll find the Squirrel Girl!

[sharpasanarrow]

[His foam body violently trembles with discontent.]

Unhand me at once.

[He tries to break free but, ah, he doesn't have much in the way of muscle.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

The great Squirrel Girl will help your plight.

[Even if she deffo ruffles his hair/hat before she lets go.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[UGH. More touching.]

Thank you, Miss Squirrel Girl.

[He adjusts his hat with the most contempt possible.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No probbo, bobbo.

[Can you feel the shit-eating grin on her face, Mr. Arrow.

Can you]

[sharpasanarrow]

I am no Robert, Miss.

[It's burning into his skin.

His foam skin.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No prob, Ar- hm.

[Hold on.]

Don't sorrow, Arro. I getcha.

[Close enough.]

[sharpasanarrow]

Yes- very well- thank you.

[At least she's stopped singing and that's all he can ask for.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Soooooo was your family murdered by a singing, exploding shenanigans man or something?

Oh my god I'm really sorry if your family was murdered by a singing, exploding shenanigans man.

[sharpasanarrow]

I have experienced nothing of the sort.

[Though he has had a run-in with a singing shenanigans man...]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Sooooooooooooooooooo you're just a downer for kicks?

[sharpasanarrow]

I am not a 'downer', I merely value order.

[...]

And I don't get 'kicks'.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Ah, so a natural grump.

[sharpasanarrow]

[Hmph.]

I am no grump.