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

[aboyandhiscar]

Totally healthy! 'Cept I've never seen a real horse before. [ARE they healthy?? Eh probably. He shrugs.] The little bio thingies don't tell you enough about folks? Though I guess there's not much else to do here but talk.

[aboyandhiscar]

You think so? Man, that'd suck. For the rest of your life, you're on rope duty. They've gotta have something better to do for like, eternity.

[aboyandhiscar]

[he is LISTENING]

Unfortunately no, not my thing. Buuut it's sounding like you know how to!

[pardonmylanguage]

[Tip joins in. She saw your attempt at grabbing the box, Star.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Seriously?

[Mike.....doesn't even bother reading his. All the shit he's done eventually gets made public at home so he's not too bothered. He just tucks it in a back pocket.]

Cool of you to try to reason with the big wigs though.

[aboyandhiscar]

Yikes. Is it that bad?

[aboyandhiscar]

Great idea, and your heart's in the right place, buuuut. . .! Let's try respecting the others' privacy, yeah?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Sorry friend, Elsa knows desperate attempts at dodging a question.]

It's okay if it is. I just thought I'd ask, because it might help those of us trapped here find a way to solve the mystery of what's going on here.

[How? She's not sure. But they have to gather all the information that they can right now, and being able to connect a few dots will definitely help.]

Kitchen!

[aboyandhiscar]

Can't decide what you want either, huh?

[Mike's wandering into the kitchen--this time thankfully not planning on making infinity sandwiches. He goes to the cupboard looking kinda bored.]

It's real lucky we have all this variety, but honestly I'd just like a pizza or taco or something, you know?

[tangerinetrees]

[ But does she know how to play honestly? ]

Yeah? Kind of getting bored, though. Restless. Guess that's what happens when you've been on the run for a while.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[No, no. It's not. That guy's just a portrait.

The hat seems curious, though, and it sort of "leans" forward, as if to listen.]

[tangerinetrees]

[ Nice things about being a rainbow: cute girls can't tell you're blushing a li'l when they compliment you. ]

It is pretty cool, yeah. But usually if comes with energy beams, too, and I'm... not exactly feeling those coming on here.

[defyingfrigidity]

[A portrait's gotta be based off someone, doesn't it? Even if it's someone just posing for it.]

There has to be a way to connect the people in those portraits to the mystery that's surrounding this mansion, isn't there? If we could talk to even just one of you... or one of them... it might be able to help us escape. [She thinks back to those portraits again. The things they depicted...] You... they... died in this mansion, correct? For such a thing to be on a prominent display like that...

[There's a pause, and then it's like a light flickers on above her head.]

If you are one of those men in that portrait... Were you like us, before you died?

[tangerinetrees]

[ She will go ahead and take the chance to... actually tear the secret off the page and toss just that into the fire? But she's keeping the picture.

... feel free to try to sneak a peek of the picture if you want, i guess?? ]

[ilovepuppies]

[Well that was easy.]

Yeah, read! Read words! Lemme see...

[She snatches his envelope and takes a quick look...]

[grimgrinningghosts]

Tch.

[A voice finally emerges from the direction of the hat, it's nasally, high-pitched. Somewhat Skeletor-esque. The sound of fingers tapping can be heard.]

Y'know we're not 'sposed to talk to you guys, right? Can't help you out all that much.

[defyingfrigidity]

[!!! She wasn't expecting a voice like that! Oh, this has to be good...!]

Why not? If you're allowed to interact with us, like our chess game, why is talking forbidden?

[grimgrinningghosts]

There's a difference 'tween spookin' you guys and talkin', queenie.

[The hat leans back just a little.]

Don' make no sense to me either.

[yourghosthost]

No, no. If you really want to knock it down, you need to try harder.

[...is he encouraging this]

[yourghosthost]

...Alright.

You'd like to go outside.

[defyingfrigidity]

After the first time I saw one of those chess pieces moving, that was far from spooky. I enjoyed that game we played, even if I wasn't very good.

[Hmm... if they aren't allowed to talk, then there's probably no point in asking him who the person who set out the rules for the ghosts is. That might put him in trouble, and Elsa doesn't want that.]

Do you think you can find some sort of loophole to communicate with us? Writing on paper or short messages on a mirror or some such thing?

[She's read a few spooky stories involving creepy messages left on mirrors or foggy windows... that could count as the ghosts "spooking" them, right?]

[strangerslikeme]

[the picture included with this is a sketch of leopard in a treehouse. that's easy enough. the text below it reads:

"TARZAN'S BIRTH PARENTS WERE KILLED BY THE LEOPARD, SABOR. HE WAS FOUND AND RAISED BY AN ADOPTED MOTHER FROM A TRIBE OF GORILLAS - SHE HAS NEVER TOLD HIM THE TRUTH."

he looks on inquisitively.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

Hey, hey. I ain't some kinda chess champion over here.

[There is a moment of pause, however.]

Maybe. Don't imagine I got anything too interestin' ta say.

[defyingfrigidity]

I'd like to know all of your names, at least. We all may be a bit different, but we're all stuck here together, correct? We should at least know each other's names.

[arpeggiositar]

Me? Uh, I'm not very experienced at that, but...how hard can it be?

[Sure, let's throw knives around, what can go wrong with that. Demyx goes away and brings a kitchen knife, holding the blade between his fingers, trying to imitate what he remembers Larxene does. He feels dirty doing something Larxene would do]

Hey, step back. I'll do only one try!