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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[folkscallmewander]

...I can show you! [He reaches over to grab WALL-E's wrist.] C'mon, I got some things in my room to test it out on.

[trashcubes]

Oh!

[Okay, sure: lead the way, Wander!]

game room

[trashcubes]

[WALL-E rolls into the game room to look at some more of these games, but upon spotting Jiminy, they come closer curiously until...]

Oh!

[The cockroach turns to look at the robot... and it makes a slight noise of what might be glee, apparently recognizing WALL-E as it immediately scurries over to his side as WALL-E puts a hand down to let it crawl onto.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Brr. Thankfully it isn't felt outward, but a chill still goes down Elsa's spine at that.]

But... wouldn't they have started that already, if that's what they wanted? If whoever is behind our kidnapping just wanted to see us suffer, then why give us calm days like this?

[defyingfrigidity]

I have that problem too. Even though I thought everything would be okay once I stopped trying to hide my powers. [She's... never been so blunt about her magic, and her problems with it. But he admitted something like that, so... it's only fair, yeah?] It's not as bad as it used to be, but I still have accidents.

[She keeps her thoughts firmly on the incident on Anna's birthday, instead of anything more serious. Getting sick, sneezing and making those tiny snowmen each time...!]

Oh, if you don't mind...! It smells delicious!

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh, he's talking! Kind of. Mostly just noises, but that works.]

Oh, you know each other, Wallace?

[thetimebomb]

To give us hope, I imagine. Just enough so that we aren't completely broken after one week.

[She shakes her head.]

Hopefully I'm wrong, but I've seen enough villains that I can't not consider it.

[folkscallmewander]

[Fiddles is kind of jumpy, might be the coffee. It would be best if he also had some calming tea, did some meditation exercises, sat down and talked for a while. Wander slides off his chair to retrieve the milk from the fridge.]

I don't meet lots of other folks that drink milk with their tea! Sylvia thinks it's weird, hardly anyone asks when we visit.

[He slides the quarter full carton onto the counter, which Wander scales up by gripping the edge of the countertop and walking up the wood paneling until he's high enough to pull himself over the edge.]

What kinda tea you like best with milk, Fiddles?

FRITTERS

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford's appetite has been off and on since he arrived (nerves, you know), and today it's swung back from completely absent to ravenously present. That's good. That means he won't miss out on fritters. Is it perhaps a stereotype for a southern man to be hella all about fried food? Shush. He's running on fumes, he could use the sugar.]

Good to see the sugar put to better use than bein' scattered outside my door.

[Thankfully the vandalism seems to have petered off by now. Maybe that's why the sugar disappeared in the first place?]

[wannagetsmote]

[Rather than respond, Maui simply plopped down on the ground with his legs crossed. Later, he'd be embarrassed at how eager he was to throw himself into this story session -- he reminded himself just a bit too much of village children crowding at their elders' skirts. Nevertheless, he remained in his position.]

Uh. Yeah, I guess. [Totally not excited or anything. Nope, not at all.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui heaved a massive shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug. For all his griping, it was clear that he wasn't all that bothered by Fidds' apparent insult to his honor. Nor did he quite pick up on the the man's continued insults.]

It's alright. Everyone around here is struggling with the whole demi-god thing. I'm a forgiving god, though, so I'll let it slide. No need to get smiting.

[wannagetsmote]

[Oh no...]

He isn't... exceptionally stupid, is he? He hasn't tried to eat things it can't or... walk into water repeatedly?

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander slides around Maui to sit on his knee. For such a giant of a demigod, he could spare some space for Wander and the book.]

You too. Get on over here. [He waves a hand at Mini Maui. Everyone is invited to storytime!]

[trashcubes]

[WALL-E nods: this cockroach is our best friend back home!

The cockroach, once WALL-E has lifted them up close enough, they hop off his hand and onto WALL-E's head, appearing for all the world to be at ease.]

[wannagetsmote]

You... don't use boats? But how do you -- [He shook his head. He could focus on that later, could drill the others on their apparent sedentary lifestyles. Right now, he was real curious about these books and the "letters" within them.]

You mean kids know this stuff? How?

[terribibble]

Like what? What's good about --

[No, no no, good things. Positives. Mike was right last time and he's still right now, it's just hard. It's so hard. Fiddleford raises a hand and rubs softly at his temple to ward away the headache he doesn't have yet but can spot coming from a mile away.]

I wouldn't know what to talk about. It's hard to think of good things right now.

[wannagetsmote]

Listen... Neither one of us can run fast enough. But I can throw things hard and fast. Maybe if I toss you up there, we can break the spell?

[wannagetsmote]

Probably a good thing, if you ask me. [He took a small bite of his eggs, then set it to the side.]

You ever get bothered by something that shouldn't bother you, A?

[terribibble]

Because if they're in your head then, then -- then there's nowhere safe at all.

[wannagetsmote]

Hide them? [Maui's brows lifted in surprise. Being a little power incontinent was normal, but trying to bury them deep... Maui's powers were what made him who he was. He couldn't imagine trying to choke them down.]

Why would you ever do that? No wonder you were having problems. Awesome power like that isn't meant to be bottled up.

[Just for that, you're getting two lightly fried fish filets, Elsa. And a stern look. What the heck...]

[wannagetsmote]

Okay first of all -- [Maui reached out to grab Wander by the head, aiming to lift him off and set him on the ground. It was only his inky counterpart's enthusiasm, rushing from one tapestry to another and bouncing on his toes, that kept him quiet.]

You're grounded later, buddy.

Alright. We're ready, I guess. With... a weird thing on my knee. Okay. This is... fine.

[thetimebomb]

Maui, that has got to be the stupidest idea I've heard in awhile.

[... Sylvia deflates a little.]

But I really don't have any other ideas on how to get outta here.

[Why is she agreeing to this why is she agreeing to this]

[wannagetsmote]

Well smart ideas clearly aren't working. Now we have to get creative.

[Maui knelt down, holding his arms open wide.]

C'mon, Grumpy. Let's do it.

[amadeusrockette]

If it makes you feel better, I'm not sure it's your fault. The air is different here.

[She doesn't really know how to word it, but there's something Weird about the mansion she hasn't been able to put her finger on. Aside from the ghosts and everything, it's like something that's always been there is missing.]

[terribibble]

Oh, no, no. Of course not. It's not you that's silly, it's just...

[He holds up the book. I mean, really? A leprechaun/unicorn hybrid? Barf fairies? The portal potty?]

You have to admit it's all a mite bit far-fetched.