WEEK 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[One week. One week spent in the Haunted Mansion, and nothing seems to have changed. The hinges still creak in doorless chambers, strange and frightening sounds still echo through and you still occasionally catch a flicker of candlelight out of the corner of your eye. You might be slowly becoming familiar with the mundanity of this communal life, and we've recognized that possibility.

Something has to give.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 1/intro AC! As per murdergame tradition, this begins our new weekly schedule - Tuesday and onwards are locked for the motive. Everybody's just working for the weekend.

Additionally, a few people this week are going to get tagged by...something. If you'd like to opt out of this, please let us know.}

Comments

[whistlenotchirp]

[He fucking drop kicks his date out of sight immediately.]

What?! Nothing here to laugh about!

[kindaruledatit]

Come on, dude. That's pretty funny. [It sure is making her laugh.]

Oh my god, are you on a date?

[arpeggiositar]

No way! You got music in you?

[Demyx approaches, looking excited. That's so cool! You just gained Demyx's interest for the first time, little robot]

What else do you have? Come on, show me.

Stretching Room

[arpeggiositar]

Isn't the ghost guy going to get angry and punish you if something happens to his body?

[You wouldn't put yourself in grave danger, right?]

[whistlenotchirp]

Maybe at your size, but they're some deadly fellas if you aren't careful.

[He gestures to the cockroach happily.]

Well, he hasn't introduced himself yet and he doesn't have a biography... but cockroach's are a sneaky bunch. No offense intended.

Conservatory

[arpeggiositar]

[Demux had just entered the place, not noticing Jiminy until he was close nearby]

Oh! Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you were on a date, my bad.

[He starts walking away until he realizes the cricket was having a date. Wait what? A date with who? Thats why Demyx curiously returns, trying to take a look without being noticed]

Stairs

[arpeggiositar]

[Back at those again? Well that's...a bit encouraging]

Why don't you launch yourself upwards, somehow? Instead of stepping all over the stairs.

[Demyx must be real bored if he's actually playing along]

[whistlenotchirp]

[There's probably a thud noise after Demyx turns his back. When he's looking at Jiminy again, there's no one next to him and he's leaning against the window casually.

Also there's a clockwork figurine in the corner but maybe he won't notice right away if Jiminy's lucky.]

Evening.

[whistlenotchirp]

Two people meeting can be a lot of different things!

[whistlenotchirp]

[Well, he'll join in! He does that 1920s finger wagging, foot tapping back and forth dance that he's so fond of.]

[tadaishi]

Nope, still not much progress. Maybe if you tried using a rocket.

[Is he serious? Perhaps.]

[kindaruledatit]

...You mean that chick you just drop-kicked over there?

[whistlenotchirp]

Yes!

No!

Don't give me that look! [So paranoid of judgment.]

[outsidethecircle]

[She stops for a minute, tensing up before nodding. At least she had set the knife down.] It's just from memory, though.

[kindaruledatit]

[You know, if there was ever a time to have a conscience, maybe now would be it.

Maybe.]

What look? C'mon, dude. You gotta chill out a little.

game room

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy catches Karolina's frustration as she passes, glancing into the room and spotting her.]

Oof. Game not going well? [she kids]

[tangerinetrees]

It's fine! I just... [ There's no real point in lying to seem cool, is there? ] Can't shuffle cards. Not in the real way.

[kindaruledatit]

[You can always be cool when you're a superhero.

But Wendy is fairly quick to understand, and comes in, inviting herself to a chair near Karolina.]

Well, I can show you?

[kindaruledatit]

Yikes. Guess that wasn't just a weird feeling after all.

[guess who's been through here before...! And now has some of those eyes on her. Whoops.]

[aboyandhiscar]

It's probably rotting up there with the body. 'Course, we don't really know how long he's been up there! [Up again!]

This would be a lot dang easier if I could reach the rope. Just one snap and bam,done.

[aboyandhiscar]

[haha grave. But Mike doesn't seem to pay any mind to potential angry ghosts.]

What's he gonna do? Kill me? S'already made that threat with all of us, pretty much. [ANOTHER JUMP]

Besides, he's not using it. And at this point, I don't think he'd wanna.

[aboyandhiscar]

[Mike blinks, thinking that over. Is..is that a bug stereotype?? Is there bug racism??? Okay, better to push those thoughts aside before that confuses him too much.]

Uh. Okay, if you say so. S'not like it doesn't fit in with this mismatched group.

Okay, dumb question, but can you like, talk to all bugs?

[sixfingeredstan]

I'll have you know I'm healthy as a horse. [Look at him, he lifts so many weights.] I've been busy interviewing our housemates. I'm trying to determine whether there's a common thread in our lives that explains why we've been chosen to come here.

[sixfingeredstan]

...I'm sure. Anyway, I don't expect you to understand the importance and nuance of the written word. All I can ask is that you treat these books with care and respect.

[nobodyperfect]

Exactly. Too accurate and in-depth. Like if they followed us our whole lives.