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.}

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[wannagetsmote]

So... you're not involved in any of that "kill each other" business? Don't suppose you know how to get us out, in that case.

[This ghost right here? So much better than the ghost host. Now all he needs is for the guy to offer him some praise, and then they'll be the best of friends.]

You know, where I come from, there's a lot more color than... [He motioned to their surroundings.] All of this.

[He sure is asking a lot of favors.]

[candlelightsflicker]

I'm afraid not. I'm not fond of the ninny that...affiliates himself with those things.

[It takes him a moment. But the world around them melts - replaced with a very familiar-looking island, with fishhooks and tallies marked on the rocks behind them. The counter doesn't disappear, however, and he takes another sip from his drink.]

Comfortable?

[wannagetsmote]

Well. At least you have good taste.

[The ghost wouldn't need Maui to respond verbally. As the world around them distorted, Maui flinched rather shamelessly. Whatever surprise (perhaps even fear) that was written on his face, however, quickly disappeared upon recognition of their new surroundings.]

Haha. Very funny. [After a moment, though, realization flickered across his features, and he shot a look at the strange man.]

How do you know about this place? [From what he'd gathered from Moana, people told stories, but no one aside from her had actually seen it.]

[wannagetsmote]

Stories, huh? [Maui picked up another book, thumbing through the pages rather roughly. He had to have missed something then, there was simply no way --

Nope.

He slammed the book shut and chucked it across the room.]

I think if people wanted me to pay attention to their stories, they would have them make sense. What are those supposed to be? Itty bitty pictures?

[wannagetsmote]

You'd think stretching room would imply something, but nope.

[As Tip moved at her slower pace, Maui continued bounding onward, often taking the steps two or three at a time.]

Really, I just wish there were boulders or something. Gotta keep the muscles toned, you know? Ladies love 'em.

[candlelightsflicker]

I know lots of things. About everyone.

[LOTS OF THINGS

He chuckles, swirling his straw around in his drink.]

But a select few in your group seem more...interesting than the other members. You're one of them.

[outsidethecircle]

[She was going to help make food for everyone but Mike beat her to the sandwich making punch. Instead, she'll grab a sandwich and look around the kitchen a little. Maybe she's lingering a little too close where the utensils are kept.

Eventually, someone might notice a paring knife gone. Surely one of the children didn't take it. Don't be stupid.

Except later Anna is in the lounge with quite a few pencils taken from the study as well as her notebook. The notebook is to the side and wide open to some sketches of a girl that definitely isn't in the mansion. She'll be working on that sketch or, more likely, be found using that stolen knife to make sure all of the pencils are nice and sharp.

What, she doesn't have her box knife here. She had to use something--pencil sharpeners are for losers.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy has problems with most people so far. WALL-E is... intimidating, to be sure, but he finds himself a little fond of the giant moving box.

He's also not fond of a lot of the music he's heard from those buttons either. A lot of its... weird. And new. And different.

But this? This has got a classical tone to it he can appreciate. He hops on over, trying to keep pace with the big guy.]

Now this is a tune a fella can dance to!

[pardonmylanguage]

At least there weren't any racks in there. [Look, they're trapped in a ghostly murder-mansion. She had to at least consider it.]

Wait, you don't get them just from being a demi-god or something?

conservatory

[outsidethecircle]

[She's just looking around a bit before heading to the study (before a certain someone wrecks it) and... She stands a respectable distance away.]

Did you get that from the study?

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy feels weird. Sure, a couple days in one place is a bit much, but we all go through difficult stages in one's life. But a whole week? That's a huge part of a crickets lifespan! Its got him a little antsy. He does a lot of strolling to get his mind off things.

Against his better judgement, he visits the game room a couple times, particularly the slot machine. He shouldn't encourage gambling. Its a filthy habit that leads to all sorts of wrongdoing.

...But it'd be nice to get the edge off. And he wins something everything time! Another badge for his collection, that's a nice one. At one point though, he finds a cockroach waiting for him.]

Well! I'll be darned! Wasn't expecting a more friendly looking face. Oh, better watch your step, lots of spiders about. [It doesn't answer him. It's kind of super rude?

Another slot machine drop grants him a, uh, rather particular item that he feels the need to steal into the Conservatory late, without anyone's prying eyes.

To his credit, all he's done is set a little picnic out of napkin and the pizza he got from the machine. The figurine can't exactly sit, but he's propped her up next to the window. Jiminy himself has got his arm wrapped around her, having done a whole "fake yawn as an excuse" routine earlier.]

Beautiful night, isn't it? [He has a problem.]

Conservatory

[thetimebomb]

[Sylvia was just going to spend some time in her moping room/the conservatory when she sees Jiminy. She's... not sure if she should laugh or feel terribly sorry for this guy.]

This is by far the most depressing thing I've seen in a long time.

[She's starting to get the feeling that this guy might play one too many dating sims in his time. (Even if that's not true.)]

[kindaruledatit]

[Well if you just let her get a peek at the cover there....] Yeah man, it's the journal Dipper found in the woods. [She grins.]

Ooh! Does that thing say anything about how we can get out of here?

[whistlenotchirp]

[ S C R E A M I N G as he stumbles and falls off the window ledge.

This is already the worst thing that could've happened.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui's expression sobered in the slightest. He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest as he studied the spirit in front of him.]

So you're a of god, then? Or at least some kind of omnipotent monster. There are way too many people from way too many places for you to just casually know about all of us.

[Admittedly, the praise convinced the demi-god to lower his guard in the slightest, but there was still a tightness in his gaze.]

Can't say I'm surprised. I've done a lot [Mini Maui waved from his usual position on his counterpart's chest.] Should I be worried that I'm interesting to you, though?

[wannagetsmote]

Racks? [If you can believe it, Tip, he comes from a time even before that.]

Some of it, yeah. But I can't just sit on my gifts idly. Besides, what better way to pass day after day of isolation than self-improvement and idolization?

[pardonmylanguage]

You know, the stretching kind. Like in old medieval torture dungeons. [Does he even know what they are? He doesn't look like he comes from a culture with dungeons.]

...I suppose it's something to do. [When the Boov invaded, she had the long drive to occupy her mind, after all.]

[aboyandhiscar]

Dunno, haven't gotten that far--[UP WE GO AGAIN]--maybe can pull up some floorboards? Or maybe they'll let us out so we can put it in the graveyard.

[aboyandhiscar]

Oh, hey man! What's--[ANOTHER ATTEMPT, swing and a miss]--what's hanging? Besides you, I mean. Trying to fix that!

attn ghostly people

[defyingfrigidity]

[As someone who was confined to the inside of a castle for over a decade, one would think that Elsa's a master of finding things to do in a setting like this. But... she's really not. It was easy enough back home, where she had a vast library to go through and her (failed) training at controlling her magic.

Here... it was only a matter of time until all of them have checked out everything the mansion had to offer. So she's getting a little restless now, wandering about with no clear destination in mind. So, for most of the day, Elsa can be found anywhere!

Eventually though she makes her way to the stretching room, which she hasn't been to since she last spoke to Tadashi. She hadn't been paying much attention to the portraits themselves then, or when they first met their host, but now that she looks at them..... wait, hold on...

After she's gotten a good look at one portrait specifically, she makes her way to the game room. She looks distracted, but not too distracted, and takes a seat next to the chessboard. She's not sure if she needs to prompt the ghost she played with the other day into action, but just in case....]

Excuse me... the ghost I played with before. Are you here today?

[ilovepuppies]

[Taking another massive bite]

Exactly! And is there anything better than cake? I submit to you there is not.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander makes a noise that's a mix between a cat's yowl and a chair scraping against a tiled floor. He runs across the room to pick up the poor thrown book.]

Look at it, it's chipped! [He storms up to Maui and shoves the book in his face. Sure enough, there's a bit of the cover that flaked off.] What about the rest of us that enjoy readin'?

[This is going to be a tough one. Maui doesn't care about books, he's thoughtlessly destroying them, how can Wander reach out to him in a friendly manner?

Simple. He takes a deep breath and smiles.] How about... I read you one of these books?

[ilovepuppies]

[Through some miracle, Star has managed to go an entire week without magic. It wasn't exactly her first choice, but being in a house that's obviously full of the stuff made it a little easier to deal with.

By now, though, she kinda starts to think that maaaaaybe she should be a little more concerned about the whereabouts of her wand. And there's so many secrets and locked doors here, it could be hidden anywhere!

Of course, she doesn't necessarily need her wand to try and unlock these secrets.

Throughout the day, you can find her in the study, being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting cross-legged and staring intently at certain things- a book on a shelf, a drawer in a desk, the roaring fireplace. Sometimes her eyes are closed, like she's meditating. Getting closer will reveal that she's quietly muttering to herself:]

Dip down... dip down...

[She also takes another crack at the stairs today. Sometimes she's running up them as fast as she can, other times she's slowly and deliberately taking them one step at a time.]

C'monnnn, there's gotta be a trick to this!

[folkscallmewander]

[It's been a week. Alright. That's not too bad. They needed a week for everyone to bond, that's all. Now they can really work as a team and get out of here. They just. Need to actually get together. We'll all resting after that success of a party.

He'll feel better after breakfast. Early in the morning, Wander is found in the kitchen, either frying eggs or cutting up fruit. A lot of fruit. His hands are a bit jittery, okay? Maybe everyone wants some apples or oranges or honeydew or pomegranates to munch on during the day. And if he's going to cook for everyone, why not prepare some bacon? Non-vegetarians and non-vegans like bacon, right?

There's about ten slices prepared by the time he's had enough. He's not eating any, judging by his plate of fruit, toast, and eggs, but he's staying in the kitchen just in case someone wants more bacon.

Afterwards, he piles the uneaten fruit into 20 bowls and labels them:]

FREE FRUIT CUPS!

Please take a fork and a bowl and enjoy this fresh offering of healthy snacks!

Lots of Love!

Wander :)

[Afterwards, he can be found anywhere people are hanging out. Another point of business today: the items he retrieved from the slot machine. The bobblehead belonged to Mike, so the snowglobe, outfit, and hockey surely must belong to someone else.

He's wearing the cape and helmet while holding the snowglobe in his green hat, using the hockey stick as a walking stick when he approaches you.] Sorry for interruptin', but are any of these yours?

[sixfingeredstan]

Fair enough.

[Ford goes about inspecting the different sandwiches, trying to figure out what he wants to try.]

Do you happen to have a tuna on rye?