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

[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.

[notasingleword]

[Ariel sighs again, shrugging half heartedly. She's not sure if that's possible anymore. She may never see her father again now. Especially if she dies here...]